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“Sweetie, have you noticed how your clothes have been fitting a little tighter lately?” I ask.

I can’t help but run my hands over your plump belly, making sure to press into the softest parts. “I can see you’re starting to fill out nicely, getting rounder and softer with each passing day. That’s what happens when you can’t resist my mouth-watering dishes, huh?” I tease.

As I lean in closer, I whisper seductively in your ear, “But don’t worry, honey. I love every inch of you, especially those adorable little love handles. Your face is starting to soften up too. Have you noticed that little double chin forming? It’s all so irresistible.“ 

I can’t help but giggle at your adorable blush as I continue, "Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love watching you stuff your face with all of my fattening meals, begging for more and more. And you know what else I love? Knowing that everyone else can see it too. They know you’re my little piggy, getting fatter and fatter right before their eyes.”

“Can’t you just picture it? People whispering behind your back, ‘Have you seen how much weight they’ve packed on? They must be eating like a pig.’ But hey, you don’t mind, do you?. All you care about is gorging yourself with the delicious meals I make for you”

I pause for a moment, giving you a playful wink. "Don’t worry, honey, I won’t tell anyone your secret. Your little obsession with my cooking will be just between you and me. And who knows, maybe I’ll have to start fattening you up even more so everyone can see just how good my food is.”

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One vore trope that I absolutely ADORE is the experienced prey and firstly-unwilling pred.

The two would share back-and-forth banter over “Why would you ever want me to eat you??” and “Just open your mouth, I’ll explain it later— hey, unclench your teeth so I can get in!!”

Eventually, the pred would give in, opening their maw wide and allowing the prey to make their way inside. “Close your mouth behind me,” the prey would excitedly prompt upon their tongue. “You can swallow now,” another prompt; the prey taking their unsure friend through the motions of consuming them.

It’s not that the pred didn’t want to provide their prey a sanctuary.

They were just afraid, mostly. Of hurting them. It was a stomach, after all! Anything put in there wasn’t supposed to be as safe as their prey insisted it would be. The pred just hopes they know what they’re getting into.... Them.

Upon the prey sliding into their gut, the pred is only met with quiet laughter and massaging. No pain! This is when the pred finally sits back and begins to enjoy this, their nerves at last soothed. They hesitate, but go to rest a gentle hand on their belly, rubbing back at their friend. Eventually, the lovely feeling of being so full with somebody who adores them lulls the pred to sleep. The prey smiles, listening to their heartbeat and the quiet sound of their breath rising and falling through the walls.

“I’m really happy you let me in here. Thank you,” the prey murmurs, albeit knowing their pred is fast asleep. The cushiony walls harmlessly knead into them in response, and the prey supposes they’ll just have to take that as a silent “you’re welcome”.

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Hear me out:

A pred that works from home but has a prey friend that likes to keep them company in their tum. The pred walks around their house with the small weight in their rounded belly shifting every so often.

Pred working on their computer at their desk with one hand on their mouse, and the other on the swell of their stomach. How they begrudgingly have to pull their hand away from stroking their friend's curled up form to type... That's the good stuff.

Bonus if the pred has a zoom meeting and the prey realizes this, and rolls around inside them more intensely trying to get a reaction out of them

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I think observers in vore deserve a little more attention.

C’mon. A pred leaning back in their seat with their prey making a ruckus inside of them, refusing to settle. The frustrated pred’s friend sits down beside them and brings their hands to the distended belly, stroking and massaging the aggressive prey within paired with gentle coos.

Slowly, the prey starts getting drowsy. They attempt to fight back further, but find that they’re beginning to nod off into slumber. Outside, the pred has a similar idea, shutting their eyelids and enjoying the feeling of their friend’s lovely hands perfectly soothing their stomach. The observer can’t help but grin at the sight of having these two simply wrapped around their little finger.

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Me when Preds don't take care of themselves by not eating enough food outside their Prey 😡

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You know I wonder what it would be like to be eaten by a pred who’s also a musician. We talk about preds singing with prey in their stomachs which is great, but what about playing an instrument? As a violist I can’t help but wonder what it would be like for someone resting inside while I fiddle. Would they be able to feel the vibrations of the instrument at all since it’s on my body? And would the sound carry clearly or be all muffled and almost tingly? And what about larger instruments like a cello or bass. Certainly you’d be able to feel the rumble of the strings through the pred’s body because they’re so big and deep. Or how about some brass and woodwinds! Your pred would be breathing in unique patterns and I’m sure their heart would get quite loud, not to mention how cool a trumpet or French horn would sound from inside. And preds who play piano! The way you sit at the bench means the prey will be quite close to the instrument, and would most definitely be able to hear all the unique little breathing cues and rock with the swaying all musicians tend to do. I just don’t see many musician preds and you know what we gotta fix that because the possibilities are endless

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Their pred isn't having a good day.

The prey isn't sure what the issue is, but they've been curled up on the couch all day, fussing and worrying. They haven't even eaten anything today.

The prey wants to help. Regardless of the issue, they just want to make the pred feel better. So... They approach.

It doesn't take too long to convince the pred. They shift anxiously, and they dodge any questions on what's wrong. The prey finally concedes, and they ask to at least help comfort they pred.

Reluctantly, the pred agrees, and they open their mouth. With a few gentle swallows, the prey is sealed away in the pred's belly.

Within, they can hear their pred's body. Their heart beats fast, and their breathing seems irregular. They don't know what's got them so worked up... But the prey gets to work.

Gently, soothingly, they run their hands along the pred's stomach walls. The action seems to startle the pred; they wince and go still. Their focus is drawn away from their worries, and instead, is placed on their beloved.

They're warm and full. When they look down, they can see the way their stomach shifts and moves gently as the prey tries to comfort them.

Strangely... The pred can feel themselves start to calm down. The weight pressing them down into the couch is comforting. The knowledge that their prey is with them, comforting them, soothing them, is comforting. Warmth pulses in their core as their stomach idly churns.

Whatever'a bothering the pred fades into the background. Here, now, they're with someone they love. They aren't alone.

A soft sigh escapes them as they relax into the couch. Gently, they run their hands over their stomach.

They're safe, warm, and happy here.

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One thing that I LOVE about vore is the differences between the experiences on the inside and outside of the stomach.

Inside, it's dark, it's slick, the walls pulsate and squeeze on every side of the Prey sitting within it; the sounds of the stomach, of the body surround them, the whole thing commands their every sense as they're held, it's loud and impossible to ignore.

And outside the pred is just rubbing their belly, nicely satisfied, full, content; they've got some ambient noise, occasionally their belly gurgles loud enough to be heard, all in all its pretty calm and normal.

I just love opposite the sensations a pred and Prey feel are, and mentally flipping the camera between both scenes to appreciate them.

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been in a huge pred mood lately… thinking about a pred opening their mouth wiiide and showing off their canines, glistening with saliva, before shoving their prey inside…

they’d scarf the morsel down, feeling their shape wriggle in their gullet, and let out a hefty sigh once the prey squeezes their way into their stomach. squished from every side, the prey would attempt to settle into the cramped space… the pred might then rest a hand over their full belly with a grin, thanking their catch for the tasty meal.

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They couldn’t keep their thoughts, or their hands, off of the curled-up warmth sitting heavily in their gut. God, it's been so long since they’ve eaten prey. Since they felt soft breathing inside, a tiny body wrapped up by their own. It was gonna be hard spitting them up in the morning.

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Bellyhugs.

Preds that, after eating someone, wrap both arms around their belly in an attempt to bring the prey even closer to them, as if being literally inside them isn’t enough. And being the prey in that scenario feeling the extra squeezes against you, knowing the pred is doing that to you has to feel rather nice too I bet.

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Ohh to be slowly sliding and tugged deep into your partners gut, the quiet thrumming of their heartbeat far above you, and the low ambient gurgles and growls filling your senses.

To be fully surrounded by them, only them, and know that nobody else knows where you are. It's oddly intimate, being so deep inside of someone, seeing their body work and process in ways nobody else would see.

The small squiggling villi prod at your skin as you close your eyes, and you smile to yourself. It's them again. The squigglng villi are them, the whoosh of air every so often is their breath, the deep low rumbles are them.

It's all your partner, working so slow and gently to knead you ever so slightly deeper and deeper. You feel warm and comfortable as another tug pulls you further inside, reminding you of their embraces. What a weird and loving experience.

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Tumblr fucked up removing the one tab where you can scroll through recommended shit that's the only reason I even used this site

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Its always head first vs. feet first but where’s the love for hands first?

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Damn I love fulltour vore sm!!

Like ABSOLUTELY I want to be awkwardly squeezed and tugged around the human body, hell yeah!!

Like!!!! It has so many plot points,

Just chilling in a belly and your glasses/phone or whatever gets sucked inside? Well you better shove your arm in and grab them- hopefully not getting your body sucked in during the process.

Or, a teasing pred boasting about how they've just *eaten* you, bragging and going on and on. And then they INSTANTLY start squirming and panicking as they feel you get harshly squeezed into the large intestine. Come on, they didn't mean to go *that* far

Or many a friend gets sucked in and, once again, you go to pull them out *getting stuck in the process*

I could go on and on haha but oml!!! It's so underrated

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Thinking about.... A prey getting their pred friend to eat them in order to calm the pred down.

The pred is having a panic attack or otherwise freaking out, dissociating and feeling ungrounded. The prey can't exactly pull them out of that state but they can offer a comforting weight. They can divert the pred's attention to swallowing them, grounding them and letting the pred focus instead on their full belly.

Maybe prey gives them gentle belly rubs from inside, waiting as their friend slowly winds down and becomes present again