Everyone is always talking about how great post vore burps are, and they just end up forgetting to give the OTHER form of post vore gas some much needed love.
Like yeah, sure, I won’t deny that a deep, bassy belch rippling the preds lips as their overstuffed gut relieves some pressure with a burst of hot wind isn’t totally amazing, but the same exact experience from the other side is also a joy to behold. Deep, crass, cheek wobbling butt-belches need some more appreciation dammit!!
Warning, this is an experimental vore post, going far beyond the forays of my typical, gushy, digestive delights. I’m trying out a darker, more filth inclined style. (Not a permanent change of content or style for this blog, just an experiment) Features all of the usual warnings and more. Please proceed at your own risk!
You probably don’t think of it as much, but the last swallow is the most momentous moment of a poor, helpless prey’s life. One final, decisive swallow condemns a meal like me to a lifetime of suffering. At least said lifetime never lasts much longer.
Once I’m in your stomach, I’m stuck there, trapped and helpless, held at your mercy. I get to endure the torments of my gastric prison, being soaked by churning acids as my flesh softens and melts, until your gut crushes me out of existence, down into a thick, pulpy sludge of ragged, torn flesh, bubbling, oozing blood, and shattered, crumpled bone. My story will come to a sudden, early conclusion with a sickening squelch. I’ll be reduced to nothing, whether I want it or not. Everything I’ve ever done before in life, every accomplishment and every relationship, in the end, they all will amount to little more than a thick, doughy layer of blubber sagging from your fat, overfed gut, and a few extra inches of nice, juicy jiggle on your hips, butt, and thighs.
And that’s not even the worst of it, for your meals like me at least. It’s not enough to torment a treat merely by making them line your waistband. Oh no, preds like you get the joy of making snacks like me float through your sewers too. Once I’ve been pulverized into slop, destroyed beyond all recognition and pumped through your greedy bowels to be drained of all nutritional value and to fatten you up, once I’ve become fuel for a few more rolls of lard on your bulging belly, nothing will remain of me, save for a hefty, smelly loaf of putrid shit nestled deep in your guts, preceded by a bubbly string of the foulest of farts. I’m sure you’ll reek of death and decay as I’m sluiced through you, crammed and piled up in your straining colon. I wouldn’t be suprised if passerby gag from the toxic fumes leaking from your puckered hole.
But that gets you excited, doesn’t it? The thought of turning me, a living, breathing person into nothing but a rancid pile of shit that will disappear down your toilet like every other meal you’ve ever eaten… Oh goodness gracious, I bet that really turns you on… The idea of feeling your gut tear a person apart, feeling it shred them into a bloody mass and braid their essence into your own fat is probably the most sexy things you could ever imagine, isn’t it? The feeling of your stomach clenching and tossing around the thick, chunky stew of my remains as they slosh about inside you…. The awful sloppy sound of me being pumped into your intestines and the accompanying feeling as your muscles, stretch and squeeze and contract, and force more mush through their tight, slimy confines. You probably savor the thought of feeling me die inside your gut, you probably fantasize over feeling my body being boiled and crushed, and hearing my screams and struggles silenced with a wet, gurgling crunch, reduced into a thick brownish-red mush, riddled with bone and lumps of solid meat, and pushed through your smelly bowels until what’s left of me has been processed away into fat, and farts, and shit. I bet you can’t wait to feel me pumping through you, my remains stretching out your intestines as they slither into your bowels, the hard bits tickling the walls of your sensitive colon, eager to swirl down your toilet.
What a way to assert dominance… the only reminders that the brown logs were ever once a human being would be the scaggly, acid-bleached strands of hair and the flaky, yellowed bone chips and shattered teeth, the whole smelly mess destined to be flushed away and forgotten forever.
Warning, very, very explicit vore, digestion, and disposal ahead!!
I’ll never know why I have some kind of strong, inescapable, perverse desire to end up as a squishy mass of ground-up, acid-softened, viscous soup squeezing through your intestines. It makes no sense! I’m a person, a living breathing human! There’s no way I should actually want to end up as gut-slop, as your literal fat and shit after experiencing the same, humiliating fate that every slice of pizza and every hamburger, every glass of soda or coffee, every plate of cookies and every single other piece of greasy, fatty junk food that’s ever ended up inside of you has been forced to suffer
That would be weird, and just so horrible and gross… But while I don’t understand it, I remain drawn to such a fate anyways. I don’t really blame myself either. I mean, how could I ever hope to not fantasize over being forcibly swallowed whole as I scream and struggle, before my terrified, fighting body is slowly churned down into a goopy pulp of melted flesh and shattered bone? How could I ever resist the allure of being treated as nothing more than a juicy piece of meat, of being seen no differently than any other gutful of greasy, fattening junk food despite my screams, struggles, and pleas? Why wouldn’t I shudder in delight at the thought of my mushy, chymal remains draining and pumping down through the dank, smelly confines of your tight, winding bowels, feeding you, fattening you, letting your greedy, plump body leech away all of my nutrients, transforming my essence into roll after roll of soft, plush fat for your jiggling, pudgy form, before the useless leftovers are finally squeezed out of you as a massive pile of former gutslut a mere week or so after gulping me down?
Preds are honestly some of the luckiest people on the planet. I mean, what could ever hope to compare to the sheer ecstatic joy of getting to experience every single delicious second of a nice, filling meal.
Feeling their wild wriggles and struggles slowly die down into a few soft, gentle twitches and spasms. Hearing their muffled moans and cries slowly fade away, drowned out by the steadily growing digestive cacophony of wet, sloppy gurgles, crunches, pops, slurps, and sloshes…
Feeling the distinctive lumps and bulges of their limbs soften and fade beneath your tight skin and fat, breaking down beneath your fingertips as the taut orb of flesh works away at the meal within, slowly rounding out as it grinds down the helpless food’s form and consistency.
Feeling your tightly packed, satisfied belly slowly deflate and shrink into a sagging, sloshy potbelly of gurgling, meaty stew as your meal’s pulverized remains sluice through your guts, the thick, sloppy pulp settling deep within your cramped, smelly bowels.
Preds have it great, I can’t think of anything that could possibly feel more overwhelmingly enjoyable.
Your girlfriend? Hmm… BWHOAAPP!! OH, yeah, that’s right! I remember her! Great tasting, & a real fighter too! She lasted almost 3 days, but got pretty still & quiet about halfway through
“…….”
Hmm? Where is she now? Well, from the sound and feel of it, her lumpy, sloppy remains are pumping through my dank, smelly guts. C'mon, don’t be a baby! I know you want to rub & stoke my belly, maybe give it a little squeeze here and there to hear her squelch & squish
“…….”
Don’t lie, I can tell from the look on your face! It’s painfully obvious that you actually want to listen & to feel the pulpy mess of her corpse sliding around within me, buried beneath layers of soft, jiggling fat & powerful, merciless muscle
“…….”
Be honest, I just KNOW that you actually want to feel the gelatinous, mushy bulge of her slushy remnants move lower and lower beneath your fingertips, slowly making it’s way down to pack her into my colon
“…….”
C'mon, you might as well help me out with a rub here, I know you want it! Besides, I’m doing you a favor, so you owe me one!
“…….”
What do you mean “What favor?” Isn’t it obvious? I’m gonna ‘dump’ her so that you don’t have to!
Oh gee whiz I’m vorny once again, who could’ve seen this coming?! I can’t believe that once more, I’m getting all hot and bothered at the thought of a swollen, groaning stomach noisily churning another person into bubbling sludge!
(Warning, fairly graphic vore, digestion, and post-vore implications ahead)
I can’t wait for the mushy mess of my body to gurgle & slosh wetly beneath your touch as you massage the gelatinous bulge of your grumbling gut, your firm, excited hands helping to pump & squeeze the chymal slop into your intestines with a series of wet, pulpy slurps & groans.
I can only imagine how good you’ll feel once the thick mess of meaty stew slowly starts to fill your lower guts, stretching & swelling the hefty length of your bowels, stuffing them to the brim with sludge.
I can just picture your bloated, overworked large intestine groaning and squelching deafeningly, letting out countless sickening grumbles, hisses, and creaks as my messy remains are slowly pumped further through your dank, smelly innards, inch by inch.
It’s so easy to see myself as slurry in your guts, slowly solidifying and forming into dense lumps of waste, squeezed together into increasingly thick logs. Can’t you just imagine feeling the remains of an entire person crammed and compacted in your straining, bloated colon?
Huh. I simply never expected to come across a gutslut as depraved and needy as yourself. It’s certainly a nice suprise though.
I absolutely adore the way you get so excited when I teasingly describe how you’re going to slide between my lips, and down through the tight, pulsating confines of of my greedy gullet.
I love the enthusiasm you show at the thought of your meaty body sitting and stewing away in my stomach for days, gurgling and groaning noisily as my gut effortlessly breaks you down, crushing and melting you into a pulp eagerly and efficiently.
It’s so appealing, seeing you get all flustered as you imagine your own disgusting, soupy remains pumping and churning through my my intestines, gurgling and groaning within my bowels.
I love seeing you blush as you picture my swollen gut shrinking and deflating down into a sagging, bulging potbelly, quivering and quaking at the slightest touch as your chymal remains slosh and grumble within, noisily splashing and gurgling about within me before ultimately ending up as a thick, jiggling layer of soft, flabby pudge lining my fat belly~
Nothing in this life could ever compare to the sensation of ecstasy I experience at the exact moment when my slowly melting, dissolving meal finally collapses in upon themselves in a few wet, sloppy crunches and clenches. Nothing could ever hope to match the pleasure of feeling my tubby gut reduce a whole entire person to little more than a mushy, gelatinous hunk of quivering meat, brewing away in my ravenous stomach, and nothing will ever match the joy I feel when that churning gob of meaty pulp erodes and disintegrates into a thick, chymal stew, bubbling and sloshing away in the depths of my rumbling gut.
Surely my fellow preds must understand. There’s nothing quite like feeling the weighty mass of another person hidden away within your chubby belly slowly losing all shape and form, their firm, bulging outline rounding out and growing soft as your gut works them down further and further, eventually leaving you with nothing more than a sagging, sloshing waterbed of a belly.
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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Bonnie has the money to be a mutual gainer ’n cover you as your Feeder and I will never let that down-