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Laying down with a belly full of prey.

Feeling them shift around in your stomach. Too weak to struggle at this point. They're just trying to get comfortable, or push away the encroaching stomach walls.

You notice the extra weight is making you sink a little deeper into the mattress. The pillows and bedding crumple under you, gently cushioning your burdened gut. It's cozy.

As you lounge on the bed, you gradually start to drift off. Occasionally you're pulled back into consciousness by your prey or your stomach moving. A pleased sigh escaping you as your half awake mind basks in the simple pleasure of a large meal.

Warm, safe, and well fed. You're going to get a great night of sleep.

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Swallowing sequences are one of my favorite parts of vore. It's the natural conclusion to tasting any meal. It's the moment that a pred's body completely claims their prey, when the last hope of escape is crushed. The prey is turned over to — and absolutely dominated by — the automatic processes of the body.

How intimidating the throat is initially depends on the size of the prey.

For someone small enough to go down in a single gulp? The throat is an instant end. A yawning abyss that will easily claim them once their predator is done tasting them. Half of the fight is the prey getting away from the throat rather than out of the mouth. They'll spend all of their energy fighting against the jaws that make up their entire world, and simply disappear.

They're so small that they pass through like any other bite of food. Showing them how insignificant they are to the body surrounding them. The pred could've easily overpowered them at any time. None of their struggles mattered, the only thing that delayed the inevitable was their pred savoring them.

Larger prey start off with sense of disbelief. The pred is still much bigger than them; but there's no way they could get them down, right? Surely they can fight their way out of this! With each arduous gulp, the pred draws them in further and further. Progress might slow as the prey struggles, hitting their pred, lodging themself in place, holding into anything they can reach. Progress might slow, but it will not stop.

At the halfway point, they start getting more desperate. Peristalsis begins to aid the pred in swallowing. They have to grapple with the fact that they are actually going to be eaten. The prey is taken inch by inch, until the final swallow blots out the last glimpse of freedom. It's tight and warm and wet and overwhelming. They can feel the esophagus ripple around them as it drags them to their final destination. The pred follows along their progress, swallowing to hasten the prey's slow descent to their stomach. Now the hard part is over — for the pred at least.

Once someone is swallowed, their fate is sealed. It's the end of their life as a person, and the beginning of digestion. They're left at the mercy of a pred that could easily forget about them. At this point, both of them are just along for the ride.

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Keeping someone well fed because you're afraid you'll be on the menu if they get too hungry

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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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Possessive Love

Content: M/F Vore, Relationship Vore, Oral Vore, Digestion

"Buuuuurp!"

The low, resonant sound echoed from Luis's lips, the aftertaste of his girlfriend still lingering on his tongue. Smacking his lips together, he ran a hand down the firm curve of his belly, feeling her gentle movements within.

"God, babe, I knew you tasted good," Luis teased, his fingers kneading into the flesh of his abdomen, "But damn, you're like a fine wine, and I just can't get enough of that taste." Another burp escaped him, bringing up the unique, sweet-salty flavor of her skin.

Luis continued to caress and rub his belly, feeling every squirm and kick. "I loved our relationship," he began, his voice dripping with mischief, "But I realized, why share you with the world when I could keep you all to myself? And I mean, all to myself." He grinned, leaning back, his distended belly rising prominently. The way it moved and twitched under his fingers was intoxicating.

A soft moan escaped his lips, a testament to just how much he was relishing every second of this. "It's fascinating, isn't it? Just a few minutes ago, you were there, in my arms, looking so beautiful and free. And now," he chuckled darkly, "you're in here, trapped, becoming one with me."

His fingers traced lazy circles around his navel, teasingly slow, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of his touch even through the layers of flesh separating them. "I'm going to enjoy every moment of it, feeling you melt and merge with me. I've always wanted you closer, babe, but I guess this is the closest we could ever get."

Each word dripped with a sensual edge, painting a vivid, intimate picture of their bond. "We were great outside, but inside... Oh, inside, it's even more intimate, don't you think?"

Another burp erupted, a longer one this time, carrying with it a more profound taste of her. "Damn, your taste is addicting," he whispered, almost to himself. "I can't believe how good you are, how perfectly you fit inside me."

Luis's eyes sparkled with a mix of love, possession, and dark satisfaction. "Our relationship just reached a new level, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the taut skin of his belly. "From now on, you'll always be a part of me."

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self belly rubbing makes me melt like ohhh sweet boy do you like how warm and soft you are? does your chub give you comfort? does your full belly make you feel safe?

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Fat Tenna returns, more clothing malfunction- can you guys tell this is a theme?

Mmmm Tenna boxers....

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Didn't have a lot of ability to polish these up so have some fat Tenna sketches and also some Mettatenna that is also fat. TVSlop makes you fat. Attention makes you fat! Make Tenna fat!

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Keeping someone well fed because you're afraid you'll be on the menu if they get too hungry

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A prey that LOVES their pred, and they know how hungry they are, so when the pred finally snaps, the prey goes down without a fight, only whimpering slightly as throat muscles squeeze them down. Eventually, they're pushed into a tight, hot stomach, one that immediately flutters around them and comes to life, churning and grinding into the prey's skin

And the prey, they REALLY love their pred, so they try to stay with them for a while, stay awake. Even as the stomach walls around them undulate regularly and start secreting acid, the prey tries to keep their eyes open and stay awake, and they try their best to muffle any pained whimpers and quiet sobs that escape them. Even as the acid starts rising, they try to stretch, to keep their head above that caustic liquid that's bubbling around them and starting to make them tingle and itch

It's ALMOST made worth it when they feel the pred running their hands over their stomach and whispering words of encouragement. "I'm sorry, I love you, you're doing so well, you tasted so good," stuff like that.

The prey's time is limited, though. They're running out of breathing room as the acid continues to rise. They can't stop themselves from breathing rapidly and hyperventilating, which only serves to make them more lightheaded. Try as they might, they soon pass out due to the lack of oxygen. The pred can feel the moment they lose consciousness; their body goes completely limp inside the pred, and somehow, their gut feels heavier than before. As they gently run their hand over their distended stomach, the pred finds themself solemnly thinking that it's better that the prey passed out. Being conscious for the rest of this... it would just be cruel.

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pred and his buddy that goes prey mode over the littlest things

"man i'm starving, do you have anything to eat"

*gets super red and starts practically shaking*

"uhh uh uhm uh"

"for pete's sake dude. i'm gonna go make a sandwich, want me to make you one?"

*shifts to cover raging hard on*

"you're gonna m-make me one?"

"...jeez...i'll make you-...i will make a grilled cheese for you"

"o-okay yeah"

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pred belly that is so tight and straining to keep its prey because it wants to make sure that warmth and fullness never goes anywhere else. feeling thrilled and gratified to have such energy trapped inside. belonging to them. struggling a little with the overstimulation as the prey squirms and causes aches. doesnt matter. The prey belongs to them now. and theyre perfect.

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Horny when I'm hungry. Horny when I'm scared. Horny when I scare other people. The brain is such an interesting machine

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i soooo love late january. post-holidays and colder than ever, keeping people sedentary and wrapped up in soft, warm clothes. winter weight starting to round out underneath heavy sweaters... the way bodies in bad weather want nothing more than stay home and curl up in bed and eat to pack on a layer of insulation against the low temperatures... so hot. stay home, stay warm, stay soft (get softer)

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Part 1 of Surge’s com.

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“so,” the villain said, voice smooth as black oil. “Where is he?”

The villain had captured, and shrunk the hero's sidekick down to a more manageable size, and had now contained them in a large glass beaker

The sidekick glared upward. “You think I’d rat him out to you? dream on, freak.”

The villain was undisturbed.

"let me clarify. I know where he is. Hes coming to save you. If hes found out youre missing that is -- i hypothesise, your hero will be too late. Too late to save you from me."

The villain flicked an invisible speck of dust off of their white coat, "after all, you are useless to me. I dont keep things around that have no use at all, i do hate clutter."

The sidekick’s eyes widened. “Wait--what are you going to do?”

“I am going to get rid of you." They said plainly, "I prefer something... economic. Organic disposal. Though you might be a bit hard to get down at this size... no matter"

They licked their lips absentmindedly. “Waste not, want not.”

The sidekick stumbled backward against the curved glass wall. “You’re joking. You’re insane.”

The villain only tilted their head. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe your hero will find you in time.”

"You - you cant just eat me - it's, its not ethical"

The villain just laughed. Because the sidekick knew ethical practice wasnt the villain's modus operandi

♧

The lair door slammed open

“Where is he?” the hero demanded, boots skidding across the polished floor.

The villain's gaze flicked up. They were reclining in a high-backed chair, lab coat unbuttoned, one leg crossed over the other. Their hands were folded over the slight rise of their abdomen, rounder. distended. Satisfied.

A faint, glurrg issued from within the villain’s midsection, and they patted it absently, like one might after a heavy meal.

The hero gaped.

“No…”

“Oh,” the villain replied, “yes.”

"You monster,” the hero whispered, fists clenched. “He was innocent”

“Was being the operative word.” The villain picked their teeth.

"You...how dare you...... I .... should have gotten here sooner .. you had no right"

A muffled belch slipped from the villain’s lips. They dabbed at their mouth with the back of one gloved hand, utterly unbothered. “You’re too late,” the villain said, “But you’re welcome to stay. I find digestion so… educational.

And im definitely not in a state to fight you. So if thats what you want, please let it be known now, so I can arrange a visit from my henchmen."

The hero stood, stunned, while the villain reclined deeper into the chair- content, humming, a quietly working belly on their lap.

the hero watched it, the swollen belly under the fabric of their shirt. Lab coat draped across either side of it.

There, the chorus of bubbling gurgles and muffled churns filled the silence, soft and low and constant, and if not to personify an organ, content. As well

The hero swallowed thickly. That’s him, the hero thought. That’s… that’s my sidekick. In there. Breaking down. Being... used. His face burned.

The villain’s body was human, but what sat there wasn’t. Not entirely. There was intelligence behind those eyes, cruelty, sapience, but an equally true fact was that this was a predator animal. And it had just eaten their friend.

The hero flushed deeper.

“hello there?” the villain said. “I expected you to .... i dont know..... attack me?"

The hero couldn’t answer. Their eyes kept drifting down. To the villain's gut.

A wet, languid blorp rose. The sidekick. Gone. Reduced to meat and bubbles of sound inside that grotesquely (admittedly) attractive swell.

"Does it disturb you?” the villain asked. They gave their belly an affectionate rub. It let out a sharp grrggghhl, as if in reply. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up,” the hero snapped- "You’re a monster.”

The villain’s eyes flicked down. Analysing flush blooming across the hero’s cheeks, the way their eyes wandered, the tense and awkward and vulnerable counterance.

It clicked.

"Well well well," the villain started. "What’s this? Feeling... intrigued, are we?”

"i can see you're trying not to stare - god - ....seriously, you're into this? Watching me digest your precious side kick?"

“i had no idea - I thought I was tormenting you, truly breaking you down by showing off what I did but. But maybe... maybe I’ve been teasing the wrong nerve.” They tapped a finger lightly on their gut, which gave a low, wet churn in reply. "Complete accident, my bad truly"

“I never meant to... uh... turn you on with my big, full belly,” the villain said, voice dipping into a playful drawl, to alieviate their own embarrassment at the awkward situation.

“Though, now I’m wondering if you’ve got a thing for predators digesting their meals... is that it?"

The hero’s face burned hotter, eyes darting away as they struggled for a reply, but the villain wasn’t finished.

“You can’t help it. I see it in the way you watch, the way you are getting all embarrassed. It’s... fascinating.”

Their fingers traced a slow, teasing circle on their coat above that soft swell. “Honestly, it’s almost flattering.”

The hero’s jaw tightened, lips pressed so thin. He wouldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit it, not aloud, not even to himself. But beneath the rush of fury and heartbreak, beneath the desperate need to be angry, the truth pulsed like a secret heartbeat: this was their ultimate fantasy. God it was embarrassing. Why today? Why now? Why..... them.

The villain shifts in their chair, awkwardly patting the curve of their belly as a soft 'brrruurp' escapes.

They wince, putting a hand over their mouth, too late.

“Uh, excuse me,” they murmur, cheeks going pink under the sterile lights. “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to make this any more… enticing for you.”

the hero buries his face in his hands.

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Your life-long nemesis eats you at last. They are ecstatic. They tease you, telling you that you are just their food now. Just a tasty dinner. And that it's crazy how you are in their stomach, you could have died in any other way, but no, you will be digested. By them. They will make sure everyone knows exactly what happened to you. Their stomach will churn you up, you will be pushed through their intestines. No body else will get credit for that.

You will be digested by them for no other reason than the fact that you were their enemy. This is the natural consequence. Being their enemy, this is where you end up. An undignified end, treated as food for their body. Nothing close to being equals.

You feel them patting, rubbing their stomach. Obviously overjoyed. So happy to have finally defeated you. You feel their heart race, quick beating from overhead. Their body ecstatic, their mind and stomach both over excited at the prospect of digesting you.

You hear them say,

Mmmf… God, you're heavy in there…

They brag about winning, but their stomach is gurgling louder now so you cant hear them as easily. You feel them flop down, belly swaying, and you feels hands on the outside of the stomach, rubbing, kneading your form.

They tell you how satisfying that was. A good meal. A bit heavy, but oh, very satiating.

Their breathing slows, they sound a little sleepier now. They thumb at their belly, tracing patterns more gently now, idly, eyes half lidded. The predator suddenly having lost their previous mad energy. They laugh quietly, lick their lips, and yawn