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Imagine being trapped in a giant’s genitals while they eat and digest other tinies….

Warning for: vore, macro/micro, digestion, handj*bs, masturb*tion, sex shit

Imagine being trapped in the very wet, very aroused vulva of a trans man. You should feel lucky to be trapped in his underwear while the rest of your counterparts get swallowed and digested by this giant monster. However, you don’t feel lucky. You get to hear every detail as your pred gulps down tinies and savors their flavor with a long “mmmmmm” and a small burp. Eventually the gulping stops you just hear a lot of what seems to be mixing and gurgling as the stomach takes stock of its dinner offering. You try to ignore the discontented sounds coming from the dinner itself. Meanwhile, the conditions around you have gotten dangerously wet. With that thought, suddenly a hand closes around you and, to your dismay, the dick you’ve been leaning against. Your prison warden starts rubbing up and down, up and down, for what feels like ever. You can’t tell if you enjoy it. You do, maybe a little bit… meanwhile the walls around you are contacting with pleasure and are vibrating with the loud sounds of moans. It stops after one particularly loud scream of pleasure and powerful contractions that threaten to crush you. The hand lets you go and submerges you in pleasure. Meanwhile, the giant around you lays back down with a “slosh” from his middle. He pants as his eyes begin to close. After a few minutes of silence besides the active digestive process that you’re trying not to think about, you hear snoring. You try to wiggle free, but are trapped by strong muscles and liquid.

After an indeterminate amount of time, you have a door lock click, and then another person enters the apartment. With this, the sleeping giant awakes. You aren’t sure what’s going on but - grwwlll.

Oh fuck. Sounds like the giant is hungry again…. Somehow… you’re too busy panicking to process how that was possible. Suddenly, your body is manipulated into an even more cramped position as the legs below you begin to rub together in a motion you guess is walking. He moans a bit as he walks. He and the person who walked in kiss deeply, that is until his stomach lets out another long gruuuu.

His partner giggles, pats his stomach, and says, “sounds like big man is hungry. Should I make you some food?”

The man trapping you says “yes, but first there’s a little friend I want you to meet that will tide me over until your chef self is done cooking a delicious dinner for us,” and with that, the fingers from before poke into your cloth prison and pull you from the wet confines.

The partner ogles you with open fascination. Then, without warning, the man plunges you into his partners mouth. You’re once again thrust into a dark, wet environment where moans of pleasure from your captor are inescapable. The partner swishes you around on their tongue. They suck deeply, trapping you between their palate and the fleshy organ. It’s as through they’re trying to suck all of the flavor from you… “oh god, that’s an exactly what they’re doing. Oh god oh god,” you think.

After what seems like hours of this, the partner holds you in the middle of their mouth in a cup fashion and say, “mmm you taste so good, baby.” Without warning, there’s suddenly another tongue wiggling at you, trying to suck you for everything you’re worth. Suddenly, the tongue you’re on muscles you onto the other tongue. You’re solely in the mouth of the original beast again. Below, you hear starving growls from a stomach that was bursting with tinies not long ago. And then,

gulp. You’re pushed beyond his uvula. He gulps again, and suddenly the muscles of his esophagus are pulling you downward. You land unceremoniously in his vast, empty stomach. His stomach continues to growl hungrily around you while his partner cooks him a big meal.

The last thing you remember (until you potentially reform) is a large amount of food spitting out of the sphincter above you…

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very distracted thinking about liquid bloating rn. when someone starts out thirsty, taking eager, desperate gulps (the gulps) and each swallow lands heavy in their belly. when they start to get full and swollen, rounding out nicely, but they've still got room left so they keep going, more slowly now. when they suddenly realize oof, that was a lot, and they can't breathe as deep, so they have to inhale and exhale carefully. when there's only a little left and they're determined to finish but ooooh, they can feel their stomach stretch, and mmmphf that's a lot of pressure, and oh god it aches. but when they run their hands over their belly, it feels so good, and they marvel at how big they've gotten, and maybe they're at their limit for now, but just give it some time...

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When the prey initially lands in the stomach and they're squeezed into some wildly uncomfortable position...... Upside down, folded in half, face pressed up against the stomach walls, limbs pinned in place. And they're still in shock so they just kind of Sit There for a bit before they start struggling again.

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Pred who intended to digest the tiny they ate earlier, except it seems the prey is taking a long time to... You know... And it's fairly obvious they're having a good time in there. Pred has to awkwardly go about their day as if they aren't hyper aware of the tiny jerking it for hours straight in their stomach

Minors do not interact

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redraw of an ooooooooooold ass comic i did like years and years ago on a different blog. if you recognize it you get a veterans discount

old ver under the cut

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It’s always very endearing, yet a bit silly, when consumed prey cry out that they’re not food.

You’re in my stomach, which is having no issues melting you down so…. I think you’re food, cutie pie

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really in the mood for tinies right now. wanna feel them slowly filling up my stomach as i swallow them one by one til i cant fit any more.

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my late piece for 8/8, featuring a bunch of critters from discord~

I always overdo it... *ourp* x///x

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Been absolutely loving the idea of unwilling prey AND an unwilling pred. Just.

A man groaning and panting as he's strapped down to a table and TRYING to squirm and thrash but he can't escape the discomfort in his middle as some poor morsel squirms inside. He can't even help them either, thanks to the metal collar around his neck

He tries to ask them to stop. He's not any happier about this either. There's some group of plucky scientists watching them and taking notes, and really, it'd suck to give them what they wanted, so really, the prey ought to settle down and stop giving him SUCH a terrible bellyache. No, no, worse than a bellyache. His entire body hurts. He wasn't made for this, and yet, he's still forced to endure long hours of a filled out, gurgling belly.

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I love you, I know you don’t believe me right now, but I do. But that just makes digesting you like this all the more important. I’m not the only predator, not the only monster, out there? You are delectable, a temptation not just to me but anything and anyone like me. But in here? In here, you are mine, my love, my prey, my meal, no one but me gets to feel you, see you, experience you and once you melt and churn away in my belly? Nothing can take you from me again.

I know you don’t really understand, you think I’m confused, that I’m mixing predatory instinct with my love for you, that I’ve somehow lost control and don’t realise what I’m about to do. Or that I’ve grown bored of you and this is the only use for you I have left.

But darling, that’s not how this works, I’ve always felt like this, always wanted to do this to you. The only things stopping me from acting on it, was the belief that you could live out there, without being stolen from me and the knowledge you would act like you are acting now: terrified, betrayed, confused and saddened.

I want you to be happy and safe, truly I do. But I can’t give you those things out there. Shhhh, I know love, it’s scary, you’re melting, dissolving, churning, compressing, drowning.

But I need you to bear with me, I’m trying to wear you down, digest you in an even and timely manner. But the pressing out won’t help with that my love, you need to stay in the middle dear. Don’t crane upwards out of the rising acids or push futilely against my compacting stomach walls. It won’t stop me love, all it will do is prolong the inevitable.

Oh darling I abhor hearing you so distressed, won’t you give in? For both our sakes? No? But beloved, can’t you see? No matter how you cry and struggle, it’s already too late, you are already mine.

You don’t stop fighting me, but as I said, you inevitably succumb. I sigh in pleasure as I feel you finally give into the only outcome I was ever going to allow. You were wonderful, I enjoyed every second of you in there, even if your belief that I had come to hate or disregard you was deeply saddening. Your movements were heavenly and I confess, if not for my fervent wish to minimise your suffering, I would have begged you to struggle more not less.

Now, you are mine, your soul, exhausted from your recent death, can only rest peacefully within my own, you may find the strength to object eventually. But by then I will have woven a suitable dream world for you to inhabit. One where you are safe, loved and happy. One where you don’t even remember that you are dead and eaten.

The rest of you works it’s way through my body, becoming a part of me, you leave me quite the sizeable pot belly. But I don’t mind having to squeeze into my old clothes if it means letting those who dared to try and take you realise that now they can’t.

I’m sorry, I know I scared you darling, but I can’t bring myself to regret this. You’re safe now and I? I have just had the most exquisite meal.

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You emerge from the foul stew once more, sputtering and begging for release, for escape, apologizing.

But nothing. No response.

Instead, the only thing you can hear and feel is the rhythmic churning of the stomach walls around you. Slowly undulating walls, steadily secreting more acid, more of that acrid liquid that threatens to dissolve you at any moment...

All of this because you committed a petty crime. And the judge? Well... the judge was infamously voracious. You'd been praying you got a normal one, but of course you'd been unlucky enough to get the one notorious to gulping down anyone with a "guilty" verdict.

And now, here you were, stewing deep in their guts.

Without warning, the stomach walls contracted, threatening to crush you and pushing you back into the center of their gut. You squirm and kick with all your might, but soon enough, your arms grow weak, and your lungs ache, and within minutes, you've passed out, becoming nothing more but a lump of meat that's pumping through someone's guts.

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The differences when it comes to swallowing your favourite prey. Slow, teasing swallows, your stomach twisting in anticipation but needing to savour every moment, every piece of their body as it passes through your lips, then down your throat.

Eagerness.

Feeling your stomach fill, then stretch and contort to accommodate their mass, it doesn't matter what kind of meal you preferred before them, their size inside of you becomes your perfect. Instead of rough, jostling pressure, there's gentle touches through your skin. Your hands recognizing every piece, but treating your meal delicately, as if a soft tracing of a finger could do any harm compared to the twisting, hungry walls they're squeezed inside.

Shivers running through the two of you, fear and satisfaction interwoven in one. These movements only serving to prompt more wet gurgles, harsher acidic tingling against their skin, slow enough for them to appreciate it, to feel their flesh get raw. Your body doesn't know they're different, your body cant recognize their importance, but you try to hold it off despite that.

Last.

Keep them yours as long as possible. It's no use, of course. Their body crunched and compressed inside your belly, desperately trying to shake the flesh from their bones, melt them down into something no one would ever identify. Their taut imprint in your gut fading into just another round, satiating lump to get pumped deeper into your intestines, into nothing but you.

Again, and again, and again.

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encouraging a pred friend to eat me, telling them not to worry even as their stomach begins working on me and kneading into my flesh, not letting them know anything is wrong until the sound of digestion is too much to ignore. as they nervously grab their stomach and ask if im alright, i lay back happily as their gut does what it does best. i love being turned to chyme by unwitting unwilling preds<3

you hear the trepidation in their voice as the prod you and feel how soft you’re getting, but their belly is demanding a lot of energy to break you down like the meal you are. even as they check in on you and ask if they should let you out now, their eyelids are getting heavy, and you can hear their words start to slur a bit. their stomach doesn’t need them to be conscious for this. it just needs to churn you into nutrients.

hours later, their gut is significantly smaller and softer, but still happily burbling after being fed such a delicious meal. they hazily wake up, mumbling about how it’s probably time to spit you up, not yet realising the short work their body has made of you, not yet realising that the friend that they cared about is part of them now, giving them energy… and padding out their hips and ass quite nicely.

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the most appealing prey size to me is like 1 foot tall. big enough to be a tight squeeze going down, a generous bulge in my throat and needing multiple swallows to fully seal them away. theyd round out my belly so perfectly, enough to be noticeably bloated but small enough to excuse away as from regular food. a baggy hoodie and no ones the wiser, as im stuffed full and blissed out from the movement inside me.

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the final swallow

happy new years eve everybody! was bored last night and wanted to try something, have some other animations planned too.

silas belongs to ME, he’s MINE lol

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Imma try to type this the most coherently as possible-

But I live the type of macro vore works where only the top of the stomach bulges out instead of the whole middle. Kinda like framing only the stomach at the moment.

It’s soooo hot. It emphasizes how tight and claustrophobic it must be, and shows exactly how far and how long they’ve been stewing away in there as they gradually start to shrink back down to flat, the bulges their meal makes slowly smoothing out into a liquidy slush as the stomach pumps their remains lower…~