#digestive e a/t

[bichambered-reservoir]

in the wake of the popularity of the o,ncler x l,orax v,ore art, i present to you: the a,mongus one

the inspiration for this was actually the frames - the way I make these is by first making the squares/frames and i made a sus one

satire but the tongue is a lot more detailed and might appeal to yall

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Warning: plant pred/human prey; angst; a character in pain; platonic relationships; healing vore, yet open ended.

I've been haunted by some thoughts on a sci-fi story where a crew of an exploratory space ship includes two best friends: 1) a sentient plant with mimic abilities who works as a paramedic; 2) a tough female warrior rescued from a planet which inhabitants are stuck in their equivalent of our medieval era - her job is to protect her new mates during missions outside of the ship.

The plant is carnivorous and needs to hunt periodically. Yet, it refuses to devour anyone of the crew due to the attachments it has formed and the moral code it has learnt to respect communicating with other races. Also the plant doesn't have a gender, but goes with she/her pronounce, appears as a human girl and calles itself Nova. Meanwhile, Nova's tough friend is Valerik.

One day, when the ship lands on another planet, those who go on the first mission are assaulted by the local tribes. Valerik, shielding a crew member, gets severely wounded. Weak and whimpering, she is brought back on board.

There it's discovered that her body is infected with a very strong poison of unknown origin.

Nova and other doctors try to find the antidote, but, no matter what they do, nothing seems to work. Meanwhile, Valerik has to endure horrible pain violating her entire body; it can be barely blocked by medications. It only grows stronger as days pass by, causing the woman to scream and cry in despair, unable to sleep, or eat, or at least distract herself from the feeling of her bones being tied in knots.

Nova can't watch her dear friend suffer this much anymore. She shows up at the Valerik's door with a risky proposal.

Sometimes plants of Nova's kind can heal other creatures by processing them and keeping the cells alive within while the recipient's immune system is studying the problem and producing the cure. Afterwards, the "prey" gets reconstructed. Yet, there is no way to predict if the outcome will be successful; some plants have been registered consuming the cells they've been assigned to carry for their bodies were powerless to do anything with diseases they faced.

Therefore, if Nova was to "eat" Valerik, the latter might never come back...

Nova explains everything to her friend and asks her if the warrior agrees to try this last solution. The plant admits that she can't give any credits for Valerik recovering soon: the process might take months, or even years to complete. It may not end well at all. However... at least the woman would be saved from pain.

Valerik is deeply touched by her friend's care. Despite the risks, she accepts Nova's offer. The poison would kill her anyway, sooner or later. With that in mind, becoming a part of her friend, temporarily or permanently, doesn't seem to be a bad alternative.

Nova informes the staff about the experiment, then returns to Valerik. The plant shows her true form: long flexible vains coil around the warrior's limp body and gingerly tug it into a huge blue blossom which gently closes around its prey, encapsulating her into a soft live cocoon.

The woman looks around. Sweet honey scent lingers in the chamber. Fluorescent walls soothe her restless mind with gentle shimmering. The woman's form slightly sinks into pliant, warm folds beneath - lying here already eases soreness in her joints...

Yet, suddenly, Valerik's breath hitches in her throat. Admiring the view, she hasn't been paying attention to the thick vains squeezing her legs and torso with more determination than before, firmly holding her in place while smooth flesh of the plant suddenly begins to ooze and ominously sizzle with viscous dark liquid.

Before she starts panicking, a familiar small hand lays on her forehead.

- N-Nova? - Valerik mummbles, stunned, blinking at her friend sitting nearby.

- Yes, darling, it's me. - Nova, her human form coos, stroking the woman's hair. - How are you feeling?

- ...I'm scared. - Valerik confesses, flushing in shame. Her red cheek receives a loving kiss.

- I know... It's OK. I won't hurt you, Valerik. My body will be exceptionally careful; it will make you feel very, very good. Plus, you won't be alone! All the way through, I will be here, with you, talking to you, and you can tell me anything that concerns you, sweetheart.

Soon, slimy juices begin to flood the "stomach"; petals, which looked so fragile and tender from the outside, tighten around the prey with unexpected force.

- Digestion is starting. - Nova replies at Valerik's confused gaze. - I know you've been hurting, badly, but once my acids touch you, your turmoil will end. It's scary, and you want to fight, I get it - and I won't blame you if you try, it's a normal reaction! But... trust me - all I want is to help. Just let go. Let me do this for you.

- I... I believe you, Nova. - Valerik smiles meekly. - I'll try.

Eventually, her muscles relax; the vains loosen their grip too and slide into their invisible gaps. Valerik's clothes swiftly drinks in the juices, making her skin tingle at the contact.

At first, sensation is rather unpleasant - the warrior has to force herself from jerking away. Yet, as the liquid is gradually rubbed into her skin, she notices changes.

The pain is gone. Dissolved into nothing.

Valerik gasps, shoked... then rolls her eyes with a long, satisfied groan.

- Oh, Gods... That's... Incredible!..

Nova barely holds away sobs as she watches Valerik laughing - and turning into formless goo down below. She brings the woman closer to her chest, their hands entwined.

- Thank you so much... - The warrior breathes out, her eyes sparkling with childish joy.

- Your welcome, Valerik... - The plant whispers, affectionately stroking the woman in her hold, eyes never leaving a peaceful face of her precious friend.

Valerik has already fallen asleep, exhausted after a row of insomniac nights, with a wide smile on her pale, bitten lips.

She is numb and relieved, at last.

.......

When Nova is back at work, her colleagues do their best to cheer her up. The plant grins and pretends to be fine. Nevertheless, when no one is looking, her face drops.

She takes off her work robe and looks at herself in the mirror.

Intentionally, she has given her avatar a rounded belly; Valerik is digesting slowly, and Nova wants to be aware of this even while being in disguise. Her hands idly caress the lump - it's still solid and full, and it will remain like this for a good week.

But nothing draws her attention more than her forearms covered in greenish patterns. They are moving and lighting up ever so often, separate tiny dots dancing like fireflies from her elbows to the neck, tangling into complicated shapes and stars of immence beauty.

Those are the cells, Valerik's soul tucked safely beneath Nova's skin where no one and nobody can hurt her again. The plant traces them with remorse on its pretty human face. Nova wishes things would never come this far. Now, she has eaten someone she loves so devotedly...

...Who knows if they ever see each other again?..

The only excuse she finds for herself is the last gleeful smile adorning Valerik's angelic face at her last moments.

In upcoming future, all the plant's body will be covered in swirling lines of cells travelling around in its veins. Sometimes, when Nova's grief will consume her mind, warm green light will embrace her crooked form, as if Valerik was trying to comfort her, reminding Nova she is still around, loyal to their bond.

Nova will never give up on her.

Even if hundreds of years must be taken away, she will still wait for her friend to wake up...

[the-fazbearcafe]

um um um vore ask game I guess?

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[gojoest]

[dossei-dossei]

Jewel de Paris!! / Ayakaze Sakina Sayonara Show

[narnsandbobles]

ouhh silay

[ritopredanyone]

Alright, people who like noms that aren't strictly endo, would you tell me why?

[qkmlh]

After 4 months and 12 days I have finally finished my full complete watch of Supernatural from beginning to end!!

[bichambered-reservoir]

how bad can i be...........

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Here is an old draft which I was finally able to edit.

Warning: g/t vore, implied digestion, reformation, willing prey, willing pred.

His throat contracted, gently tugging her fragile feet deeper into his body. A small shiver ran down her spine at the sight of the bulge her legs were making under his skin. Like this, she seemed even more insignificant, as if she wasn't already a mere tiny compared to her partner. His tongue softly cradled her back once another inch of her slipped behind his lips. Slick, goopy saliva felt strange to the touch. Outside air was creeping into her lover's mouth and washing over her wet, cooling skin.

Her heart was pounding.

She aimed a testing look at him. Kindness and love in his eyes never once wavered, serving as a silent assurance that there was no ill intent hidden behind. Her fear made him loosen his glasp, fingers moving a little to give his love a gentle, comforting headpat.

For a second or two, they were simply staring at each other, lost in the moment.

At last, gingerly, he tilted his head back, allowing gravity to assist him in sealing his love within himself. Swallows, still subtle, probably grew thicker than before; for her, the world swiftly turned dark, humid and warm. Her chest tightened nervously at a brief shine of his sharp teeth shutting the entrance, yet they were harmless, clicking together in a considerable distance when she slid further and vanished with a last strong gulp in his tight throat.

He let out a long exhale once the lump proceeded downwards.

His fingers were tracing her leisurely travelling through his chest and settling as solid, squirming weight in his stomach. It swelled noticeably against the clothes, gurgling quietly at the unexpected guest who was actively moving inside in pursuit of a comfortable position.

His hand pressed against the curve. Against the form of his beloved.

Surely, it was pitch black, and hot, and wet in there. Cramped, too...

- I hope you are happy, darling.

An affirmative push was the answer. He smiled, relieved.

- Then I'm happy too. Honestly, you did taste wonderful... I don't remember when else I would feel this stuffed. - He added, tenderly rubbing his full stomach. Strained, low gurgles vocaly announced its agreement.

- I only hope you're still certain. - He continued in a less cheerful tone. - I know - we decided on this long ago... But I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. Do you actually want to be... well... digested?

Another firm push reached his palm. He sighed.

- ...OK. Then try to get comfy - it will definitely go on for a awhile...

He laid down on the couch, his belly visibly rounding upwards. His hand rested on it again, drawing gentle circles across its surface. Impossible intimacy between him and his love was astonishing... Yet, cold worry clawed at him.

What if he... destroyed her? What if his inner world happened to be too hostile for her to handle?

... What if something went wrong, and...?

A few more twitches stretched his middle, then movements stopped, leaving only feeble pulse to be a reminder of a tiny life tucked away inside.

His heart was aching. But...

- Don't be scared... I'm always here, with you. I promise it won't hurt, and you will wake up in the morning next to me as always. Rest well, darling, you're safe... - He cooed despite his own concerns, massaging the spot where he could sense her presence.

She smiled at his caress, even though he couldn't see it. Snug chamber was churning gently around her curled up body. Heat and damp air had worn her out, and there was nothing else to do but sink into pliant, velvety walls which embraced her like a fuzzy blanket. They were ozzing acids, making her flesh pleasantly tingle as it was gradually softening.

In a few hours, she would completely lose definition and turn into nutritious soup which would nourish her lover's body.

Such a fate didn't scare her at all. Once it processed her to the last drop, she would return to him as if nothing had ever happened. At the meantime, watching his organs devotedly work to sustain their giant master was comforting. She loved him more than she could say, and being this close to him, taking part in his life on every possible level made her heart burst with happiness and affection.

With a sleepy yawn she snuggled into the plushie folds, soothes by the feeling of belonging and peace.

- I love you. - A muffled voice sneaked into her slumber.

- I love you too. - She replied, idly granting her living bed with a gentle stroke...

[spaghetticat3899]

I’m gonna go back in time and kill my parents for procreating and making me, and giving me the AuDHD trait of hearing every tiny noise and hating it

[queenerdloser]

me, several months ago: hey mom i'd like to sit down with you and do some interviews so i can write a memoir/biography about you! i think it would be a great thing for me and my sister to have to remember you and your life!

my mom: no, i think i'd want to write something like that myself.

me: uh. okay.

my mom, a couple of months ago: anyway i think in the new year i'm going to write my memoirs. i'm getting older you know, i want to get it down before i forget everything!

me: okay but it took you like five years to write grandma's memoir and that was only like 40 pages.

my mom: i can do it!

me, two weeks ago, trying to be nice: here mom, here's a christmas gift - it's a guided journal specifically to write down your life story where it prompts you to remember life events. i thought you could use it to write your memoirs.

my mom, acting like this is the first time i've ever brought this up: do i have to use this? i never said i wanted to write my memoirs. that seems like so much work.

[pineapplegutzz]

day 666666 of me saying i need to be soup smh how dare i be in 1 piece

OVER 21/UNDER 16/NSFW/KINK/FETISH/MDNI BLOGS PLEASE DNI THANK YOU SO MUCH!

[faytolfayliure]

Hi, call me Ima or Revres, both is fine. Use whatever pronouns you want.

This is my edgy little alt account for everything I don't want on main.

I have my DNIs in the description and I'll just block anyone I feel uncomfortable around anyway.

This is still all exclusively nonsexual, even if some stuff might/will include:

- digestion

- fatal e-a/t (probably rare...lika all uploads here :P)

- gore

- possibly even some hard vore (even rarer)

So do not tag anything as fetish, I will block.

I'll try to handle this account much better than my main. Edit: and I do that by barely using it it seems ._.

[ritopredanyone]

Introducing my newest OC, Clementine! (Lineart by Flocas)

Named after my Shiny Alpha Hisuian Lilligant in-game. The OC version is a descendant of the Noble Lilligant, hence her immense size compared to the average hisuian lilligant. I'm posting her here because I have some ideas for her specific to non-endo. While powerful, she tends to prefer performance over battle, and she adores taking part in pokemon contests, (after basically forcing her warden to catch her so they'd be allowed to participate lol). If you find yourself in her belly, expect to be sloshed a bit because she likes to dance on a full stomach. Her 'digestive' process is not-only painless, but you'll reform in about 8-12 hours in perfect physical condition, regardless of how you were when she ate you. Whether endo or not, Clementine thrives by leaving her prey better than when she found them.

[sillyromance]

Warning: wip, digestion, internals (including guts), prey lacks clothes (nothing is shown explicitly, but so you know).

This day wasn't the best, so I needed to let some heavy emotions out and, therefore - drew myself digesting in Vincent's stomach; despite him being a fatal predator mostly, I find him the best when it comes to comforting...