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Apologies for the lack of posting. Got hyperfixated on Date Everything! & it's currently overwriting the vorny. I'll be back as soon as I can think about anything other than this game again! <3

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Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.

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loving, kind, telepathically powerful dragon captor caretaker who keeps using her psychic ability to overwrite help you resist any thoughts you might have of getting free disobeying your loving owner

but of course you don’t want this, you swear! you have to get out of here stay and be taken care of! you’re a person wonderfully obedient pet with real thoughts and a desires to be the best human pet you can be!

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"ouggghhhh everything is so stressful"

Have you ever considered just becoming permanent fat on me

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you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

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There is truly nothing like squirming inside of the hungry gut of a starving pred..

Feeling their desperate needy stomach massaging, squeezing and contracting all around me, the soft tissue being oddly comforting as their stomach acid starts to pool around me, listening to the sound of gurgling and growling as the muscle churns away at my softening skin.

My melting form slowly being squished into soup for their body to absorb.

Being as close to them as I possibly can.

Becoming a part of them.

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Want to add my two cents

As a little kid when I'd play with my toys I'd always make storylines of one or two specific ones swallowing the other ones whole. A lot of focus on prey perspective. Didn't know why I was so compelled to do so until I was 12 and had a Realization

I simply am prey. Not much to say about it

So I'm attempting to put together a sort of phylogenetic tree of strange and niche fetishes and as far as I can tell, vore is one of the only big ones that hasnt been invented or popilarized in the last 200 years. Classics like Jonah and the Whale and Journey to the West are probably the origins of vore as a sexual fetish even though the writers intentions probably weren't sexual (like inflation with roald dahl). If you're curious the other big impossible fetish that existed before is TF (just look at Ovid). I do not know what to do with this information but maybe you will

As far as I'm aware I was born a vorearephile, I didn't turn into one later in life. I've always (since preschool) found vore incredibly erotic, so maybe vore is a biological fetish rather than a societal one or something? Idk I'm out of my depth here I should be in tummies not thinking about the history of them

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Tbh I’m probably gonna digest you

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*flirting* I bet your belly would look so good with me squirming & kicking inside it :3

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if you fucked me before you ate me that'd be my dream. i want to give you, the pred, as much joy as possible. i want to satisfy your carnal desires, to give you ultimate pleasure as a being of flesh. if that requires destroying me on multiple levels... emptying your balls in me, and then filling your belly with me... that would satisfy my own desires.

you need to own me in every sense of the word.

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Art is by UltraBondageFairy

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sitting down and sorting my followers into either “prey item” or “allowed to dismantle me like a mad scientist”

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“Yeah, you see that girl? The one with the big belly? That’s where her girlfriend lives~” ❤️

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Pred who insists that she has the word "GULLIBLE" tattooed on the back of her uvula, seriously, see for yourself!

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How often do get the urge to eat someone? I know someone that always wants to be swallowed (me)

not all that frequently, I usually prefer being prey. That being said, I may occasionally be in the mood for a meal~