The tastiest treat

[The tastiest treat]

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?

[The tastiest treat]

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.

[The tastiest treat]

Warning, heavy themes of vore, digestion, and post vore ahead

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!

[The tastiest treat]

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!

[The tastiest treat]

(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?