The tastiest treat

[The tastiest treat]

Warning: VERY graphic vore and digestion content ahead. Proceed at your own risk!!

The sort of vore where the pred digests and fully processes bits and pieces of their meal while the helpless prey is still alive and squirming within them is criminally underutilized.

I wonder how it would feel, being digested inch by inch, having bits and pieces of my body slowly broken down, boiled and crushed into mulch by the preds powerful stomach walls and gastric juices, leaving me helplessly lying in a neck deep pool of my own mushy, liquified remains. I wonder what sort of sensations would flow through me, feeling my own arms and legs slowly losing their shape and consistency, collapsing into chunky, grimy sludge with a few loud snaps and crunches as the powerful stomach walls cave in, kneading my acid soaked body like a lump of softened dough, grinding my meat and skin into fleshy soup.

I can just imagine being left a broken, limbless torso, quivering and shaking helplessly within the stomach as it starts to drain of its contents, feeling my own liquified body swirling and bubbling around me as it squelches and slops noisily through the sphincter into the preds intestines. I can practically already hear the gurgling and glorping of my own remains pumping through the preds creaking, groaning bowels deep below, knowing that soon they’ll plant their plump ass down on the toilet and squeeze out a hot, heavy loaf of digested preymeat while I still squirm and whimper within their churning depths, waiting for the rest of me to inevitably follow suit…

[The tastiest treat]

Imagine being food…. (warning, extremely graphic vore and digestion)

Imagine slowly slithering though the luscious, moist lips of a hungry pred, feeling their hot, smelly, breath wash over you, the scent of saliva and half digested meat filling your nostrils as their tounge slowly slides and probes your body, tickling you as you helplessly slip deeper into the hot, wet cavern of their gaping maw.

Imagine feeling your face slip into the slick, pulsating confines of their tight throat, the sounds and smells of their hungry gut growing stronger with every second as you slide closer and closer to the gurgling pit of the stomach.

Imagine popping through that tight sphincter, into the humid, rancid sac of gooey flesh, feeling the tight walls stretch and distend around you, the hot, muscular folds of slippery flab wrap you in a hot, sticky embrace.

Imagine feeling the temperature slowly rising, and your already slimy body beginning to grow even slicker with sweat as the gurgling walls of the swollen, bulging gut begin to squeeze harder and faster, kneading your weak, pathetic body like soft dough.

Imagine what it would feel like as the walls begin to secrete hot, fizzing fluids, tickling and reddening your skin as they massage the juices into you, slowly marinating your tender flesh.

Imagine how it would feel as your soft skin begins to redden and blister, going softer with each passing second, imagine the feeling of pressure in your joints as they pop and creak while the walls squeeze tighter.

Imagine the pain as the juices grow hotter, and your skin begins to liquify, sloughing off of your body in thick, gooey sheets as you begin to lose consistency.

Imagine how the tight, defined bulges in the pred’s belly begin to round out, becoming saggy and soft as your pathetic, meaty little body loses it’s shape and form.

Imagine how within the gut, you wouldn’t even be recognizable as human anymore, there’d just be a gelateonous blob of bubbling, twitching, bone filled flesh, which the thick muscular walls proceed would grind into grimy chunks, mashing and mixing your pulverized remains into a thick, chunky sludge, filled with gooey gobs of half digested flesh.

Imagine how the disgusting pool of muck would swirl and slosh around the stomach, leaving the once hard, bloated gut saggy and sloshy like a waterbed filled with gritty human pulp.

Imagine how the disgusting chyme which was once you would slowly bubble and swirl, draining into the tight, sticky intestines, filling the pred’s gooey guts up with vile slop.

Imagine slowly having every last bit of value and nutrition drained from your liquefied corpse, fattening up your lucky pred, giving their sagging, sloshy waterbed of a potbelly a few extra layers of jiggling pudge as the rest of your worthless remains are destined to be no more than a forgotten bowel movement

Isn’t the thought of being food just absolutely wonderful?