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Consider the steady churning of a body becoming nothing but fuel.

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imagine this

you let out a satisfied belch as you lean back on my couch, your belly spilling between your legs, gurgling and sloshing loudly, you pat and rub it soothingly savouring my lingering sweet taste on your lips

I squirm and move creating bulges on your tummy, sometimes a particularly strong movement forces more burps out of you, I’m not struggling, just getting comfortable, I run my hands over the stomach walls, worshipping your belly as it breaks me down. I try to stop myself from whining or moaning but the thought of being digested into belly or ass fat is too exciting.

you taunt me, tease me for being such a prey slut which turns into telling me just how good of a little prey I am, which increases my squirming which feels wonderful on your end.

maybe you drink some soda or have some snacks along with me, but eventually you fall asleep with me still in there, as the night goes on I slowly digest and get softer and softer, becoming bat girl slush in your guts.

when you wake up I’m not fully digested yet, but I’m certainly long gone, you jiggle what’s left of me around and greet me, to which your belly replied with a long bubbling gurgle…

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You get home from running errands. Walking through the house and to your bedroom, you realize something very quick upon entering; your favorite pillow and blanket are gone.

Instead, sitting in bed with a large, round belly, is your S/O. She looks up at you, blinking, but doesn't say anything.

"Well?" You finally ask, gesturing to the empty spot where your pillow and blanket is supposed to be.

"Sorry," She says. "I got hungry, and they smelled like you."

A low gurgle sounds from her belly. Of course, the implication is not lost on you.

They smelled like you.

If you were home, YOU would've been the one plumping her stomach out. But today, you've been spared... At the cost of your favorite pillow and blanket, which sit in her quietly rumbling gut while she casually reads a book.

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accidental digestion my beloved...

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*GGLLURRGL 🫧 … GLORPP💕*

— Me, working my way through a cute girl’s intestines

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Getting too close to a hungry centaur girl in her stable and yelping in surprise as she suddenly gulps me down, sending me first to her too tight, cramped human stomach, only to push me down with a big GLUT into her much more spacious horse gut...

Moaning from inside as I dangled and wobbled along her undercarriage, sloshing gently in the slimy, snug space...

A farmhand would come to check up on her, and he'd see her big bulging belly and ask, "Woah! What did you eat?"

Only for her to give him an awkward, silent stare, as my muffled moaning got a bit louder, and he saw my imprints along the gut.

"Don't worry," she'd huff. "It wasn't anyone important..."

*gworrgle....*

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You should've listened to Karly's friends when they told you not to date her. Now the tall, chubby goth girl is walking through campus, showing off her massive belly after swallowing you whole. They warned you about her vore fetish, but you brushed it off as a simple sexual fantasy. Little did you know your big "girlfriend" was actually going to suck you down her throat one day at school after making out with you.

Bulging with your struggles from within, Karly's overstuffed stomach hangs out of her crop top. Bouncing off her wide hips, it groans while sloshing you around inside. Stuffed, satisfied and newly single again, Karly eagerly goes to show you off to her friends before digesting you away and adding you to her soft midsection.

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A is out on a hike, but they forgot to bring lunch with them! Luckily, they run into fellow hiker B, who is just the right size to gulp down. Now with a large, squirmy meal in their stomach, A is ready to take on the mountain. They plan to let B out once they get to the top, but find that by the time they get there, B is nothing but pudge. Feeling even more energized from their meal, A is able to make it back down the mountain with ease. Maybe they should forget their lunch more often~

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cece at the movies

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Gardevore

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HOT DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB TAKE FOR YOU ALL, MONIKA’S INTO VORE

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Preds in the late stages of digestion, where they've still got a soft but noticeable belly. Whoever was in there is long gone, but the pred's belly is still working on digesting them, and they're still super sleepy. Their belly is super active, gurgling and churning loudly, but the pred has never felt more relaxed. They lazily run their hands over their belly, more to keep themselves awake than to relieve any kind of pressure.

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poptart nurse

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monster mouth madness! mouth commissions from 2022 (and I think there might be a few older ones in there) you'd think I'd have run out of ideas by now, but you'd be wrong. (psst you can commission your own over here)

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my take on the classic werewolf scenario. ogtober

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You take a swallow as his fingers disappear down the back of your throat, dragged with the rest of him into your stomach. You don’t know his name. He told you, but you were hardly paying attention and didn’t really need to know it anyway.

His outline in your belly thrashed and squirmed as your stomach tightened on him, leaving him helpless as low groans told you both that your belly was ready to claim its meal. You let out a burp and smell his cologne.

After a while his angry kicking and screaming turns to begging kicking and screaming as the acid coats his skin and the squeezing from your stomach makes him sore. He offers money, sex, anything not to become your meal.

When you tell him you couldn’t let him out even if you wanted to - that your body doesn’t have a reverse switch - he loses it. After half an hour of thrashing, he exhausts himself and your stomach really starts to work on him. His stirring stops altogether after a minute of last-ditch efforts to punch his way into your esophagus that go nowhere.

Soon after you can tell he’s beginning to soften, his once-defined outline becoming less recognizable. You rest your head on your massive belly and listen to the slow slosh of fluids rushing through your intestines and the slow churning of your stomach. Tiredness catches up to you as you close your eyes. Your stomach is so full, so content. You fall asleep quickly, the sounds of your belly filling your mind with dreams of big meals and handsome men eager to be your second course

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oops, he left her in too long