kittykooky

[kittykooky]

gosh, I have a huge craving for a shy, eager little snack

something about a prey who's red in the face, stammering and shaking as she approaches me on the street just to ask me if I can eat her

ooh, I'd make her strip in front of everyone, give me a little pose and start telling me all the reasons she'd make a good meal

I'd find somewhere to sit where she can stand above me, open my mouth and make her feed herself to me one foot at a time, holding onto her legs so she doesn't fall and just start gulping

I'd take my time and really use my tongue to taste every inch of her, turning her into a leaky, horny mess. and I wouldn't stop until she cums in front of the entire street, only swallowing her up after she's made sure the whole city knows how much she's turned on by getting eaten

and then I'd just go about my day with a big, squirming gut, listening to my prey as she keeps playing with herself even as my belly kneads all around her, working acid into her body, slowly melting her down into a goopy mess inside me. her arms and legs losing definition, more and more of her body sinking deeper into a pool of slush that used to be her

and once she's gone I'll get to enjoy all the new additions she's given me; it'll be even easier to get a free meal now!

[kittykooky]

Sometimes i think about how if i ate someone they would pass very close by my heart and hear it louder than anyone else ever could. i dont really think about this romantically though… more like, one of the last thing you ever hear is the body you will become part of. listen well, it’s all you’ll ever know from now on

[kittykooky]

forcing someone to eat a guy and they realize they like it actually. thats a good one. especially if it’s a friend of theirs. and then they become an absolute slut for it begging for more

[kittykooky]

computer that pins you down to your chair with its tendrils and automatically pulls up embarrassing porn that it forces you to watch while it methodically plays with your body and abuses your holes with a little too much mechanical force until youre cumming your brains out like a pathetic little mess and then when its done and youre sitting there like a stupid fucked out loser it hits you with the full screen ^_^ before going back to being a normal computer. they're selling it at best buy ive heard

[kittykooky]

Clone me and make me watch as you vore me.

Make my clone shiver as you lick him, covering him in saliva and making him moan pathetically as you press your massive tongue against his crotch. Don't mind if he humps it a little bit. Maybe you'll bite and make me listen to my own screams, locking your predatory eyes on me. Watch me try to soothe the instinctual panic as I remind myself I'm not the one on the menu.

Smother me with your belly, surrounding me with my muffled cries as I feel my clone squirm. As you start to get sleepy from your meal, I'll happily give you a massage, not-so-sneakily resting my head to listen to your stomach gurgle.

What's that...? You want seconds...?

[kittykooky]

misbehaving part 2

Summary: while they're at work, an observer gets sent a video

Content: observer pov, post vore, digestion mention, bdsm terms

The observer’s phone buzzes. They glance at it absently—until they see who sent it.

Their stomach drops.

Its from the pred.

The pred who ate them last night.

For a second, they consider not playing it. Maybe it’s something unrelated. Maybe it’s not—They hit play.

The screen fills with a pov shot of a round, swollen stomach. Bare skin, shifting subtly with movement beneath.

Filmed by the pred themself from above.

The observer stiffens.

They watch, frozen, as the pred’s hands glide over their gut, fingers pressing in enough to highlight the movement underneath.

Movement.

Their movement.

The observer's face burns.

The bulge in the video twists, pressing outward in a struggle.

The observer remembers fighting so hard against the stomach from inside. Pressing against that hard strong muscular organ. But from outside, all their effort did was make slight bulges and dents in the heavy, steady flesh dome that was the preds belly. Evidence of struggle, easily smoothed down, smothered by the preds hand.

it's embarrassing to see themself as just a squirmy bulge in a predators stomach. It was just so... typical.

The video continues. How long is it?

The pred hums, dragging their hand in a slow, indulgent circle over their belly.

They give their gut a gentle shake, making the contents inside slosh.

The observer slams their phone facedown on their desk.

They are on fire. Their ears, their face, their entire body feels like it’s radiating heat.

They sit there, stiff, trying to breathe, trying to process what they just watched.

The video is still going, so they turn their phone off, and the gurgly audio stops.

The observer squeezes their eyes shut.

Humiliating

The pick up the phone.

The observer sits frozen at their desk, their phone clutched in their trembling hands. Their messages are open, the video is over.

They shouldn’t.

They really, really shouldn’t.

But their thumb moves on its own, tapping the screen, dragging the progress bar back.

The video starts over.

That round, full stomach fills the screen again, shifting ever so slightly as they moved inside. The observer watches, breathless, as their own struggles ripple under the pred’s skin, each motion effortlessly contained, squeezed back into place by the stomach.

Their breath hitches.

The pred shifts in the video, rubbing slow, teasing circles over their gut, pressing down. Their hand sinks in, then lifts away, letting their belly settle back into place.

Then they pat it, just to emphasise the size of their meal.

A soft burp rumbles through the headphone speakers. Directly into the observers eardrums.

The pred exhales afterward, sounding so content—like the observer had satisfied them completely. Like they had been just what the pred needed. Thry hit the spot.

The knowledge that they had filled their pred’s stomach… that they had turned into nothing but a heavy, struggling meal for their own submsissive… that their spoiled, demanding little pred had reduced them to this…

A shudder runs through them. They press their thighs together under their desk, breath shallow as they replay the video again. The gurgling noises growing more familiar with each re watch.

The observer grips their phone tightly, their mind slipping dangerously into what-ifs.

What if the pred hadn’t let them go last night?

They imagine it—trapped inside that tight, churning belly, feeling the heat of digestion creeping in, the walls flexing and pulsing around them. The air growing thick, humid. Their own body growing weak as the brat’s stomach worked on them.

They picture the pred sprawled out, that lazy smirk on their face, one hand idly rubbing their belly as it gurgled around its prize. No urgency. No concern. Just enjoying the weight, the feeling of being satisfied.

Maybe giving their gut a playful slap, watching as it jostled.

But this time the belly would remain still. No struggle.

They imagine it—being slowly worked down, their body melting into a thick, heavy weight inside that spoiled belly. Softening. Losing their shape, becoming nothing but warmth and nourishment, just another prey for the pred who had dared to consume them.

Eventually, the observer would be pushed into the preds intestines, and beyond.

Their gut no longer tight and squirming—just a soft, squishy swell, lazily digesting the last of their master.

The observer grips their phone tightly, biting their lip. They tasted blood.

The observer should stop watching. they pause the video, to give themself a break.

The observer stares blankly at their phone screen, the video paused on that damning image—a photo of them, the observer; a squirming bulge in the preds belly.

Just a full, tight weight in that spoiled gut. And worse, the pred knew it. Had recorded it. Had sent them the video, laughing at them, showing them exactly what they had become.

Their pulse pounds as they rub their face, trying to think past the heat creeping up their neck.

IT should bother them. The idea that the fucker ate them, and could have—if they’d wanted—digested them completely, should make them furious. And yet—

The thought of being reduced to nothing but a heavy, satisfied curve in their sub’s belly, of having all their power, all their authority stripped away, taken and used for nothing more than a quick easy meal… convenient.

Prey that came right to them.

That their misbehaving, needy little pred had gotten the better of them, took control, taken exactly what they wanted, and utterly humiliated them...

The observer had a lot to think about

[kittykooky]

transparent slime girl :3

Trapped inside, trying to get out through the thick slime as it slowly dissolves me...

Feeling like I'm drowning. Scratching and clawing at the slime. It's inside me. I desperately gasped for air and it got in my lungs. I can't breathe.

And she can see it. She can watch it. Knowing that she's staring down at me, watching me digest... 🩵🩵

[kittykooky]

Chewing helps with digestion. Saliva itself contains enzymes that help with digestion. Chew your food well, they say, as it aids in digesting your food.

But you?

You're too good to chew up.

We go through this every time, you and me. You never remember... but I do.

I need to feel you, squirming and bucking beneath my skin. I need to be able to run a hand over my distended stomach, physically feeling your form. Feeling the vibrations of each gurgle and groan. Feeling as you slowly become softer.

I need to feel you being forced into submission. I need to feel you melt into me, unable to escape the sweltering conditions and tight, overwhelming embrace of my stomach.

I need to feel you become a part of me.

You scream, cry, beg each time. I'm not food, you say--which is so silly, because if you weren't food, why would you break down so well in my gut? Fill out my stomach and hips so well?

It's where you belong. Face it--there'a no better place for you than being smothered against my stomach walls. I bet you even like it, don't you?

No?

Well... sucks to be you, then. I enjoy every delicious second of your slow digestion.

[kittykooky]

shotgun

yay my first art of 2025

[kittykooky]

tiny me delightfully annoying the fuck out of my giant companion when they pick me up and start walking over to this

[kittykooky]

I wanna waste away in someone's tummy right now

[kittykooky]

If you were eating a meal and it transformed into a cute little food girl would you finish

as far as I'm concerned all girls are food

[kittykooky]

So true

Protein

[kittykooky]

butch biceps 🫱🏼‍🫲🏻 the teeth of a femme

[kittykooky]

damnnnn girl you eat with that mouth .? maybe people ? maybe me .. ?

[kittykooky]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

“Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧

[kittykooky]

Preds teasing prey by shoving the prey's face into their gut is pretty top tier I have to say. Make them listen to the gurgling fate they have in store for them later.