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Oh to be the pathetic, wriggling lump in your middle…

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Packed Belly

Power was able to catch himself a decent size meal :D

Unfortunately for the prey, it's a little tight in there.

18+ vore blog- Minors, ageless blogs DNI

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When a pred with a prey-filled belly rolls over onto their side and you hear the GLORP of the contents of their stomach shifting

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dont like kissing and im not big on sex so youre gonna have to dangle me above your open mouth and drop me into it and swallow me whole. yup. theres no other way

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real

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Wow not me just realizing how many typos my blog description had

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This slowly morphed from a little thought about JY to more of a drabble. Contains a male pred and female prey + digestion but talk of reforming.

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What if I were Jing Yuan's assistant, working side by side with him day after day. Everyone can tell he can't keep his eyes off me, they see how his hands linger whenever I hand him some paperwork.

Everyone knows how this is going to end, the other assistants and even some knights nudge me and whisper conspiratorialy it; teasing me with sly grins and wondering when the ever professional general is going to make his move.

Gradually, his desire gets more obvious. I see him lick his lips out of the corner of my eye while he looks at me. I hand him my handkerchief and notice him secretly press his nose to it and inhale my scent; I see his throat bob as he swallows his drool. He comes up behind me to look at a document I'm talking about, and I not only hear but practically feel the low growl of his stomach; I wonder then if he's also thinking about how I'd barely make a bulge behind his abdominal muscles. He's so much bigger than me, after all, and those muscles are as unrelenting as he is.

He often works late, and today is no different. There's hardly anyone still at the divine foresight at this hour; just the general himself, a few guards at the front of the long hall, and me. It's been a tiring day, running back and fourth to fetch paper work and take care of my various tasks. On top of that, it's felt like the general's gaze has been more insistent than usual.

It's way past dinner time now. I'm thinking about what a nice meal I'll eat as soon as I'm off work, whenever that's going to be. The general had offered for me to go home an hour ago, but I chose to stay; there's a lot of work to be done, and I didn't want him to have to do it all by himself. He seemed grateful, although he was a bit quiet since then. That was normal though; the general wasn't excessively chatty, especially not when working.

I stop for a second with my back to the general, looking through a stack of papers. I don't notice when the scratching of pen on paper stops, and I'm so focused on working that I don't even feel the eyes on my body. Or the sound of him getting to his feet and walking closer.

I do feel his presence when he's right behind me, though. I turn on my heel to face him, and as soon as I do large, calloused hands are on my biceps. He tells me abruptly that I can stop what I was working on, because he has a far more important task for me to focus on.

I don't do any more than writh a little bit when he lifts me off my feet and brings me closer to his face, my papers fluttering to the ground. He's been so starved, not just tonight but for the whole time I've worked beneath him. He doesn't even hesitate or bother sampling me before he places my head in his mouth.

His tongue flicks and presses into my skin, and it doesn't take long for him to start swallowing and drag me into his throat. He's so powerful; every swallow he makes pulls me swiftly into him, deeper and deeper and deeper. He's so much taller than me, he's got my hips down his throat before my head reaches his stomach, and still I haven't struggled. I always knew I'd be his food. But the space is really tight, I can't help but squirm each time it restricts me and pushes me downward. He seems to like that, though, rubbing my side and my thighs affectionately as more of me disappears behind his lips. When my head does finally start to make a bulge in his stomach, he pats the shape of it with one hand.

Barely a minute later, my feet are at his mouth. He takes off my heels with one hand and pushes my feet into his maw with the other. His lips close behind them, and I'm sealed within his body. A few more deep swallows, the last bulge in his throat descends and vanishes into his chest. I'm forced to curl up completely in his gut.

It's just as tight as I thought it'd be; the stomach walls knead into the contours of my body and I can barely move with the tight muscles of his abdomen keeping me locked in place. The low groaning and gurgling I've fallen in love with from the outside now fills my ears from all around me. I do wish I could see the bulge I'm making, but I've thought about it enough to get a decent idea.

The general's stomach gurgles louder and squeezes me even tighter. He muffles a belch behind his hand. His fingers splay out across his belly, kneading in to it and getting a feel for me in there. He expresses his appreciation for my hard work, his soft voice a low rumble around me, and I thank him in return even though I'm fairly sure he can't hear me.

He bends down to pick up the fallen papers, I groan and whimper from being squeezed. Then, I'm rocked around gently, I can tell he's being careful not to disturb me too much, as he crosses back to this desk and sits once again. Now that he has a full stomach, it's going to be far easier for him to focus on swiftly finishing his work. And the sooner that's finished, the sooner he can get home and focus on enjoying his meal. A pair of heels sit on the edge of his desk as a memento.

The sound of pen and paper fills the hall again, now accompanied by the soft groans of a satisfied stomach working on its contents. The few knights up front dutifully keep their backs turned, acting as if they are unaware of what went on behind them.

It takes a few hours more for his work to be finished, and when Jing Yuan is done he leans back in his chair to stretch his back. His groan morphs into a sleepy yawn. He always gets so exhausted on a full stomach; maybe he should've waited to have dinner, but honestly it was becoming impossible to focus on anything with such a tempting feast so close by.

He stands up from his seat. His soft stomach grumbles and he pats it with a smile to make it settle. He was almost surprised by how pliant Darling was, and how quickly she was churned into a thick slurry by his stomach. Her clothing hasn't quite digested, and he's debating if he should spit it out or let it dissolve too; the thought of claiming everything of her, clothing and all, was pretty tempting. And when she reforms, he can apologize for his momentary selfishness by buying her a new outfit.

His fingers glide along the curve of his stomach tenderly. He supposes they'll have a lot to talk about when she finishes digesting. But such matters can wait; he needs to sleep and allow his stomach to keep doing its work tonight.

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Thinking about a priest pred

He joined the faith long ago as a boy and has had its values drilled into his head. Do not submit to the desires of the flesh. Do not indulge. Do not give yourself to greed, to lust, to gluttony. He must be pious at all times. He became well known in the church for his faithfulness.

But then a saintess comes to the church. She is radiant; quiet but dignified, she's not used to being such an important figure to so many people or the ways of their church, her status only recently discovered. He offers to help her, to be on her side as she establishes herself in their flock.

But the more time he spends with her, the more... impure his thoughts become. What devilish influence has taken hold of him? His mind should not be filled with thoughts of how soft her delicate flesh looks, how he would like to sink his teeth into it. He should not take note of how small she is by his side, how easily he could hold her and not let her go. He shouldn't think of how empty he feels when she is not near him; not just an emotional emptiness but a physical and spiritual lacking.

Do not submit to such sinful desires.

But in a moment of weakness, the priest gives in. The torn cloth of her veil hangs from his mouth, and he stifles a belch as he picks it from between his teeth. He groans from discomfort, his stomach far too tight and too large despite their size difference and he's not used to it. But, at the same time, he feels so content. The saintess squirms weakly in the confines of his flesh, unable to muster the strength to do more than make small bumps on his abdomen that are quickly smoothed back into place by its contractions. His stomach is exploring her, curious about the food it's been given and eager to get to work.

The priest has no idea how to cover this up; may the goddess forgive him for this indulgence.

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The priest chose to announce he will be taking the next couple days to himself for a "private prayer" to the goddes in his chambers while the saintess has gone on a brief journey at the request from the goddess. Days later, his stomach is still round but much softer and shrunken. His hand rubs across it with reverence, soothing his rumbling stomach as it digests. He profusely gives his appreciation to the goddess for the meal.

In a few more days, the goddess's light will reform the saintess and his stomach will be flat again. He still needs to figure out how to convince the saintess to keep his sinful conduct quiet. And how to go about ensuring this isn't the last time he may indulge in such desires of the flesh.

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A pred just going to pieces for a prey they love and hunger for when they finally give in and devour them. Their stomach growling with need, salivating at the mere sight or thought of them. Swallowing and gulping with an almost desperate avidity and greed. Once the prey is inside them, panting, blushing, belching and making all sorts of breathy sounds. Rubbing their full stomach with something like dazed awe, like they can’t believe their prey is really right there imprisoned beneath their flesh. Talking to the prey but being cut off by their own ecstasy and enjoyment, wanting to stay dignified and composed keep on the civilised mask but the way this prey makes them feel just calls to the gluttonous beast they truly are too strongly. Now that the prey is finally inside them all they can do is give into their base need to digest them completely and murmur praises about how they taste and feel. Admitting to the prey how much they love and adore them but also how much as a predator they’ve needed this. Admitting how thoroughly and ghoulishly they enjoy knowing that it’s their stomach the prey has disappeared inside that it’s them that the prey will never escape.

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ohhh I looooove pred urges I loooooove when a pred has to subtly wipe drool from the corner of their mouth with a sleeve when looking at their prey friend I loooooooove when the pred stares a liiittle too much at the prey and not enough at their food during dinner I loooooooooooove the repressed emotions I love it all

+ bonus points if the prey has actually been okay with it all this time and takes the lead for the flustered pred’s sake

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Lately I've been thinking about a hungry pred just coming up behind me and gulping me down into their gut, no fanfare or anything; just someone wanting to satisfy a craving

Intimate vore will always be my favorite, but sometimes a girl just wants to be treated as a meal, ya know

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After playing in am,phoreus a while, I've started to get some voreish headcanons going

Mydei comes off like a cruel pred, but that's just because of his gruff nature. He won't always care what Darling is up to; sure he'll try and give her the space to wrap up a conversation or task, but if he's super hungry he'll just walk up to her and throw her over his shoulder to take her somewhere he can eat in private. In a tiny scenario, he likes to dangle her by the foot above his mouth and watch her squirm before dropping her inside. Once she is inside, he's actually very gentle. He wouldn't really mind getting involved in a fight while he's got her, but he won't let any fucking hits land to his stomach.

Phainon likes to be teasing. They'll be eating out someplace and he will lean closer to whisper in Darling's ear that he would rather be having a different meal. He likes to randomly bite and lick her and say that he's just sampling. When she's small he'll cradle her in his hands and poke and prod her, tickling her tiny body with just one finger; also enjoys holding her in his mouth for a while before swallowing, just using his tongue to taste and swish her around. He'll still make teasing comments while she's in his stomach, but he's also very gentle.

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This slowly morphed from a little thought about JY to more of a drabble. Contains a male pred and female prey + digestion but talk of reforming.

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What if I were Jing Yuan's assistant, working side by side with him day after day. Everyone can tell he can't keep his eyes off me, they see how his hands linger whenever I hand him some paperwork.

Everyone knows how this is going to end, the other assistants and even some knights nudge me and whisper conspiratorialy it; teasing me with sly grins and wondering when the ever professional general is going to make his move.

Gradually, his desire gets more obvious. I see him lick his lips out of the corner of my eye while he looks at me. I hand him my handkerchief and notice him secretly press his nose to it and inhale my scent; I see his throat bob as he swallows his drool. He comes up behind me to look at a document I'm talking about, and I not only hear but practically feel the low growl of his stomach; I wonder then if he's also thinking about how I'd barely make a bulge behind his abdominal muscles. He's so much bigger than me, after all, and those muscles are as unrelenting as he is.

He often works late, and today is no different. There's hardly anyone still at the divine foresight at this hour; just the general himself, a few guards at the front of the long hall, and me. It's been a tiring day, running back and fourth to fetch paper work and take care of my various tasks. On top of that, it's felt like the general's gaze has been more insistent than usual.

It's way past dinner time now. I'm thinking about what a nice meal I'll eat as soon as I'm off work, whenever that's going to be. The general had offered for me to go home an hour ago, but I chose to stay; there's a lot of work to be done, and I didn't want him to have to do it all by himself. He seemed grateful, although he was a bit quiet since then. That was normal though; the general wasn't excessively chatty, especially not when working.

I stop for a second with my back to the general, looking through a stack of papers. I don't notice when the scratching of pen on paper stops, and I'm so focused on working that I don't even feel the eyes on my body. Or the sound of him getting to his feet and walking closer.

I do feel his presence when he's right behind me, though. I turn on my heel to face him, and as soon as I do large, calloused hands are on my biceps. He tells me abruptly that I can stop what I was working on, because he has a far more important task for me to focus on.

I don't do any more than writh a little bit when he lifts me off my feet and brings me closer to his face, my papers fluttering to the ground. He's been so starved, not just tonight but for the whole time I've worked beneath him. He doesn't even hesitate or bother sampling me before he places my head in his mouth.

His tongue flicks and presses into my skin, and it doesn't take long for him to start swallowing and drag me into his throat. He's so powerful; every swallow he makes pulls me swiftly into him, deeper and deeper and deeper. He's so much taller than me, he's got my hips down his throat before my head reaches his stomach, and still I haven't struggled. I always knew I'd be his food. But the space is really tight, I can't help but squirm each time it restricts me and pushes me downward. He seems to like that, though, rubbing my side and my thighs affectionately as more of me disappears behind his lips. When my head does finally start to make a bulge in his stomach, he pats the shape of it with one hand.

Barely a minute later, my feet are at his mouth. He takes off my heels with one hand and pushes my feet into his maw with the other. His lips close behind them, and I'm sealed within his body. A few more deep swallows, the last bulge in his throat descends and vanishes into his chest. I'm forced to curl up completely in his gut.

It's just as tight as I thought it'd be; the stomach walls knead into the contours of my body and I can barely move with the tight muscles of his abdomen keeping me locked in place. The low groaning and gurgling I've fallen in love with from the outside now fills my ears from all around me. I do wish I could see the bulge I'm making, but I've thought about it enough to get a decent idea.

The general's stomach gurgles louder and squeezes me even tighter. He muffles a belch behind his hand. His fingers splay out across his belly, kneading in to it and getting a feel for me in there. He expresses his appreciation for my hard work, his soft voice a low rumble around me, and I thank him in return even though I'm fairly sure he can't hear me.

He bends down to pick up the fallen papers, I groan and whimper from being squeezed. Then, I'm rocked around gently, I can tell he's being careful not to disturb me too much, as he crosses back to this desk and sits once again. Now that he has a full stomach, it's going to be far easier for him to focus on swiftly finishing his work. And the sooner that's finished, the sooner he can get home and focus on enjoying his meal. A pair of heels sit on the edge of his desk as a memento.

The sound of pen and paper fills the hall again, now accompanied by the soft groans of a satisfied stomach working on its contents. The few knights up front dutifully keep their backs turned, acting as if they are unaware of what went on behind them.

It takes a few hours more for his work to be finished, and when Jing Yuan is done he leans back in his chair to stretch his back. His groan morphs into a sleepy yawn. He always gets so exhausted on a full stomach; maybe he should've waited to have dinner, but honestly it was becoming impossible to focus on anything with such a tempting feast so close by.

He stands up from his seat. His soft stomach grumbles and he pats it with a smile to make it settle. He was almost surprised by how pliant Darling was, and how quickly she was churned into a thick slurry by his stomach. Her clothing hasn't quite digested, and he's debating if he should spit it out or let it dissolve too; the thought of claiming everything of her, clothing and all, was pretty tempting. And when she reforms, he can apologize for his momentary selfishness by buying her a new outfit.

His fingers glide along the curve of his stomach tenderly. He supposes they'll have a lot to talk about when she finishes digesting. But such matters can wait; he needs to sleep and allow his stomach to keep doing its work tonight.

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Teeny tiny girl painting big big nails

AAAA I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS

Reference to this POST

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Having gross digestion thoughts

Jing Yuan would be super sweet while he caresses his stomach and hums, telling me to take my time because his body is gonna take care of me and he sleepily yawns while patting his steadily rounding tummy

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commission for @uptncro

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Anatomical diagram (Of dubious accuracy) of an adult demi-humanoid dragon swallowing an adult human. So yea Rojas again, gulping down another generic prey item. Wanted to get a general idea of how far down the average human would already be in his stomach once the head has passed the entrance of the esophagus, sooooo there. :) Still will take a few swallows to force her completely into his stomach, but thankfully the internal muscles are crazy strong, so no biggie. :) Lots of guesswork in the organs, so probably not super accurate but whatevs XD I imagine that, for ANY predator that swallows large prey like this, the airway must be super flexible to accommodate large bulky items going down, too! :O Enjoy~!