The tastiest treat

[The tastiest treat]

Soft digestion, vore, and weight gain ahead

Don’t you want to be my food? C'mon, I can tell from the way you blush that you’re intrigued. I don’t blame you. I would be interested too. I mean, let’s be serious here, why wouldn’t an adorable little thing like yourself want to be a treat? Your whole figure is so tastefully curved, every feature is so delicate and enticing; I’m sure that every inch of you must taste absolutely divine!

And we’d be so much closer if you were my food. We’d never have to be apart. No more missing each other when I’m at work, no more sadly pining for your presence when I’m alone, wishing for you to be with me. Once I gulped you down, we’d be truly inseparable~ You’d always be with me, always be there for me to cuddle and cherish~

And think of how fun it would be! I know how much you love it when I stuff myself silly, I know how much you love to snuggle and rub my swollen, grumbling belly as all of that food churns away into even more of that chub that you just love to squish! Well, if you just clambered into my eager maw, you’d be sloshing around behind my waist for a month at least. Every day you’d further melt into a soft, squishy sludge; turning my digesting potbelly into a symphony of deep, resounding gurgles and sloshes. I know how much you love my tummy noises! Wouldn’t you like to be the tasty meal causing them?

And think of how fat we’d become! I mean, I’ll be getting fatter, and you’ll just be my fat! Wouldn’t you love to become a permanent part of this soft, chubby gut which you love so much? I know that I’d treasure your additions forever! I’ll have to wear bigger and bigger clothes to accommodate my wobbly sack of digesting flesh and it still won’t cover all of us~

C'mon, I know you want to, just as much as I do, if not more. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t be afraid. My belly wants you. Needs you. Just crawl in, close your eyes, and let me make you truly mine forever…..

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My body probably won’t even be noticeable once it’s trapped within the confines of your gut. The bulging, swollen outline of my figure beneath your tightly stretched flesh will probably be completely buried beneath the thick layers of soft, plushy flab. My entire form shall be completely engulfed and hidden away by the large, pudgy dome of lard, barely able to move or struggle as the hot, squishy walls of thick, soft, fatty flesh weigh down on my twitching body. I’ll be helplessly trapped within your fat gut, and nobody would even notice or be any wiser

You’ll likely be able to go about the rest of your day relatively undisturbed, and you’ll be the only one who knows that your enormous gut is carrying a secret cargo, that your belly is much more than just simply fat.

Your stomach probably will start emitting low, ominous growls and rumbles as begins to get to work on my, trembling, twitching body. It would be terrifying and amazing at the same time.

I can just imagine how wonderful it’ll feel to go about your day, walking around like things are completely normal, each step jiggling and wobbling my fleshy prison as it ravenously gurgles and groans around me, preparing to add me to the thick, warm lard which engulfs and hides me so efficiently.

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Preds, try to go a whole week without eating anyone. Pro-tip: You can’t

You won’t be able to make it a single day without looking down at a person, and seeing the fear in their eyes as you hungrily lick your lips. You won’t be able to make it a single day without greedily stuffing someone’s body through your luscious lips, into your warm, wet, cavernous maw, tasting their succulent flavor as you hungrily lick and slurp at their terrified face. You won’t be able to resist going a whole day without feeling your throat bulge and stretch as they slither down through the tight, slick confines of your pulsating, greedy gullet. You won’t be able last one, single day without feeling your fat gut stretch and swell, bulging out into a distended, wriggling lump as they settle in your groaning, bloated stomach. You won’t be able to make it one. single. day without listening to your fat tummy burble and churn as it noisily melts your squealing, struggling meal down into slop. You can’t escape your desire to play with your bloated belly, jiggling and sloshing their messy remains around inside of your gut as they pump through your intestines. You’re addicted to eating people, and you might as well admit it~

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Can you imagine how wonderful it would be if we were ever alone together, and I had the chance to satisfy my hunger? (Implied fatality and digestion)

I can just imagine how gleeful I’d be as I lazily walk towards you, taking my sweet time and relishing your fear with a hungry gleam in my eyes. My plump potbelly would wobble and shake with each step, letting out a low, ominous rumble as I grew nearer and nearer.

I’d slowly rub the growling dome of soft flesh, sinking my fingers into my own pale, doughy skin, feeling the flab squish beneath my touch as I hungrily lick my lips. Within moments, my curvaceous figure would be upon you, and I’d be pressing my chubby gut against your trembling body, pinning you against the wall as my mouth begins to water. My lithe arms would reach out towards you, and my fingers would gently prod your shivering form

Can you imagine how noisy my belly’s playful grumbles would be as you struggled against it’s weight? I sure can~

Oh, I’d probably giggle wickedly at your futile struggles, before slowly bowing my head, leaning forward to lick your cheek.

I’d just love to slap my belly, and let all of that soft chub jiggle and wobble violently against you as I gaze down at you with a satisfied smile, enjoying absolutely every second of your fearful panic. I’d love every last delicious moment as I slowly lean forward again, letting my hot breath wash over your face as I press my lips against the side of your neck. I’d especially love to taunt you about your fate, and whisper menacingly into your ear, my voice dripping with sadistic glee.

I’d be so delighted to go into exquisite detail over how this his hungry gut would be going to shred you down into a pulp, and how it was going to be slow and painful. It would be so fun, teasing you over the fact that soon you’d become mulch in my guts, like the food that you are.

I’d probably hesitate before actually indulging in my meal, of course. I’d spend a few moments looking hungrily into your fearful eyes, letting the dreadful silence fill with anticipation of the upcoming horrors, before breaking the silence one, final time with my cruelly hungry taunts.

I’d be quite happy to point out that your hopes and dreams mean nothing. I’d carefully tell you that your potential and life is worthless. I’d make sure that you understand that your entire existence had been building up to this point, only to amount to absolutely nothing more than food. I mean, come on, it’s not like I would be robbing the world of anyone important by ending your life. At that point, your purpose in existence would pretty much be nothing more than to feel good and filling as you slide down into my ravenous guts.

Fight all you want gutslut…. It just makes it feel better for me

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My life’s purpose (vore and implied digestion)

My whole life, I just assumed that I was a normal person who just deserved to lead a normal existence. But that’s not the case. Let’s be real here. My worthless, skinny little twink body is meant to feed superior beings, and deep down, I know it. All of my hopes, dreams, and aspirations mean nothing. My personality and worth as a human melts away in the face of any pred’s overwhelming need for more food.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t want to be eaten and digested. But deep down, I know that I’m nothing but food. Nothing more than a gutslut, a juicy slab of meat meant to fatten some lucky pred up. My body knows that I’m food, my instincts know that I’m food, hell, even my DNA knows I’m only food….