#Voreblr

[hungrymilliek]

CW: Soft feral vore below the cut.

The gigantic mouse slumbers in the shadow of the conveniently sized rock, the Beast resting on its side, paws clawing at the air and whiskers twitching. "Wh...what do you mean, it protects the town?" the trader asks, the mayor walking him back towards the market.

He's just about to explain when the bell of the old church begins to ring out, his eye turning to the horizon. "You're about to get a demonstration," he says, "Sounds like we've got a bandit raid incoming.

Hearing the bells, the Beast's ear twitches, the massive mouse slowly rolling over, blinking the sleep away as the bandits' hoofbeats get closer. "Shouldn't you be organizing the garrison or the militia or something?" the trader asks, panic in his voice as the mayor brushes him off. "Just watch," he says.

The bandit leader lets out a war cry, the Beast slowly plodding out from behind the rock. It was a small band, the Beast more than a match. Its tail sweeps across the ground, the horses rearing up and tossing the four riders before galloping away. Stunned by the impact of the ground, they were easy prey.

One by one, the giant mouse picks up the bandits in their jaws, swallowing each one down before turning to face the town. The mayor walks out, the merchant peering around a corner at the scene. The Beast lowers its head, a deep rumbling coming from its throat as the mayor rubs the bridge of its nose and up onto its forehead.

"We don't know why exactly it protects the town," the mayor says as the mouse lumbers back to the rock to rest and digest, "Maybe it just likes being pet and feels like it has to earn it. Whatever the reason, it makes the town a nice, safe trading hub."

“WHAT IS THAT THING?!” “Oh, that’s the Beast; that’s not its name, exactly, that’s just what folks call it around here. It’s been protecting our town and guarding our borders for generations.”

[teal-fiend]

misbehaving

Summary: a pred is annoyed at their observer, so they take matters into their own hands

Content: vore, ambiguous ending, digestion mention, hunger, foodplay, pred pov

the predator sprawled on the couch.

"Ughhh," they groan, pressing both hands to their stomach like a wounded soldier. "I'm starving." A dramatic sigh.

their stomach visibly concaving as they suck in a breath, only to release it with a miserable huff.

"How could you just sit there while I waste away like this?"

You ate yesterday," the observer points out.

The predator whines, stretching out a foot to nudge their shin.

"And? That was so long ago. Do you have any idea how fast my body works through prey? I'm practically hollow inside."

"You're fine."

The predator tips their head back, groaning again, like some forlorn beast on the edge of death.

"Noooo, I’m not fine. My stomach’s literally caving in on itself. You’re so cruel for letting me suffer."

The observer watches, unimpressed.

"If you’re really that hungry, go get your own meal."

The predator pouts, curling in on themselves like a cat.

"I hate hunting. It’s so much effort. Why can’t they just come to me?" Their voice drops into a sulky grumble.

"What do you want from me?"

The predator's eyes gleam "A meal. Obviously."

"No."

The predator groans, flopping back down onto the couch like they’ve been shot.

"You’re the worst. you know that."

"Yeah, yeah." The observer crosses their arms, watching the predator curl around themselves, sulking. "You’ll live."

The predator watches the observer for a moment, an idea forming in their hungry brain

---

"-urp"

they moan, stretching out on the couch, their now-distended belly rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. They press a hand to their gut, giving it a slow, indulgent rub.

"That’s so much better."

"You ate me."

"Uh-huh." The predator’s voice is syrupy with satisfaction.

"You ate me," they repeat, more accusatory this time, pressing a hand to the fleshy walls around them.

The predator burps loudly in response, barely bothering to stifle it.

"Oops."

"Oops?" The observer shoves against the stomach lining, feeling it squish under their palms.

"Told you I was starving." They give their belly a pleased little pat, which jostles the observer inside, making them grunt.

The observer scowls, bracing themselves as the stomach lazily moves around them.

"Spit me out."

The predator just burps again, then smacks their lips.

"Nah."

"You’re the worst."

The predator just smirks, rubbing lazy circles over their gut, listening to the sounds of their stomach working.

"Well," they murmur, sinking deeper into the couch, "guess you'll live."

Frustrated, the observer kicks the preds gut, and tries in vain to wriggle their way out.

"You’re so squirmy," they remark, voice syrupy with amusement. They give their gut a little shake, making the observer jolt as the stomach sloshes around them. "Mmm, I like it. Feels nice."

"And you're so cozy in there. Bet you'd digest real easy."

The observer stiffens, pressing back against the stomach walls.

"You wouldn't."

The predator moans dramatically, shifting their belly so the observer is jostled again.

"But I might," they tease, their voice tinged with playfulness. Their stomach lets out another slow, heavy gurgle, and they press their fingers into a particularly loud spot, rubbing deep.

"Mmm, you hear that? My stomach’s already thinking about it…"

The observer struggles, but the pred simply rises to their feet, their gait lanky as they slink over towards the bedroom mirror, full gut in tow.

They lean close to the mirror, tilting their head, running their hands over the round curve of their belly. Their reflection grins back, sharp teeth flashing, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Wow," the predator purrs, pressing their hands into their gut, feeling the way it squishes under their touch.

"You look good on me."

The observer growls from inside, their muffled voice vibrating through the predator’s stomach.

"You’re insufferable."

The predator laughs, giving their belly a little bounce, watching the motion ripple in the mirror.

"And you’re in my stomach. Funny how that works, huh?"

Their fingers trail down their middle, tracing slow, teasing circles.

"I mean, usually you’re the one bossing me around, but now..." They sway their gut from left to right, making the observer slosh back and forth.

"Now you’re just a nice, heavy little lump, right here."

"You’re so much easier to deal with like this. No barking orders, no nagging—just all warm, tucked away where you belong."

"I don’t—" The observer kicks, but the stomach glorps in response, shifting around them, gripping tight.

"Oof." The predator grins, rubbing the spot where they felt the kick. "Feisty, huh?"

The predator is having too much fun. They take out their phone from their pocket.

They adjust the phone, tilting it slightly to capture the best angle in the mirror.

Their stomach juts out in a smooth, round curve, shifting subtly as the observer squirms inside.

The pred lets their fingers glide over the swell of their gut, smirking.

"Ohhh, these are coming out great," they purr.

"What are you doing?" The observer's voice is muffled, edged with suspicion.

The predator hums innocently, snapping another shot.

"Oh, nothing, just documenting."

They flick through the photos, grinning. "Wow, you make such a cute stomach bulge."

The observer squirms in protest.

The pred laughs, "Ohhh, I should post these on my story." They shift their weight, pushing out their stomach, exaggerating the curve of their belly. "'Hey oomfies, look at who I just had for dinner!' Yeah? Should I tag you?"

"You better not-"

The pred chuckles as the observer thrashes.

Grglll…

Their stomach lets out a slow, deep gurgle. The observer stiffens inside.

The predator blinks, rubbing at their gut as warmth starts to pool in their middle.

"Ooh…"

They press their fingers in slightly, feeling the way their stomach tightens—a slow, creeping heat building inside them.

Their body, always so eager to take what it's given, is starting to digest.

"Hey—" the observer snaps. "What was that?"

The predator swallows, their smug grin faltering slightly as another glorp echoes from within. Their belly tightens around the observer, the heat thickening under their skin.

"Uh… nothing," they lie, rubbing at the side of their stomach, trying to soothe it. Hoping it'll calm down.

"That was your stomach," the observer accuses.

"That was your stomach deciding I look like food."

"noooo," the predator says, even as a slow warmth spreads deeper through their gut. "I mean, kinda? But like— casually."

They shuffle, trying to ignore the slow, syrupy way their belly is kneading around its meal. The observer feels like a thick ball of honey inside them. Their predator brain wants to turn them soft, squishy.

The observer pushes against the walls.

"You better not digest me."

The predator lets out a slow, contented breath, rubbing lazy circles into their belly. "Mmm…"

"HEY."

"If I do digest you, I’m totally posting a before-and-after." They grin, tapping their stomach. "You might just be a flat tummy by morning."

The observer kicks. Hard.

"Ow—okay, okay," the predator laughs, pressing their fingers into their gut to calm the movement. "Geez, relax, you know you'll only make it worse doing that."

Of course the observer knows that. They still immediately.

The predator swallows, a shiver running down their spine that has nothing to do with digestion. Oh, they are so dead when they let the observer out.

The thought sends a flutter through their chest, excitement mingling with dread.

They drag their hands over the swell of their gut, smoothing over the tight curve of their skin, feeling the subtle shifts as the observer squirms. "Mmm, better enjoy this while I can..."

the pred had another idea. They went to the kitchen, and grabbed a soda bottle

The predator gulps down a mouthful, feeling the cool carbonated liquid rush down their throat before splashing into their already-packed stomach.

The pred burped, carbonation getting to them, and giggled.

"That'll..... uurp~ that will help stop digestion...haha"

Glorp. Blorrrp.

The observer kicks inside.

"Help?! You’re drowning me in here!"

"dramatic much?" The predator leans against the counter, swirling their belly like a big, living water balloon, listening to the sloshing sounds.

"Ooooh, listen to that."

They squeeze their gut gently, making the liquid slosh inside. "You hear that? It’s like an ocean in there."

"LET ME OUT."

The pred just laughs, rubbing their gut in lazy circles. "Ohhh, but I’m not done yet."

They turn toward the fridge, eyes scanning for something to really distract their stomach. Something to keep their gut busy so it doesn’t focus on, well… turning the observer into dinner.

Left over pizza. Perfect

"Mmmf, you don’t mind, right? Just a little snack. Gotta make sure my stomach stays distracted."

Food lands on the observer's head. The pred smirks as they feel them stir

They give their gut another slow slosh, feeling the mixture of water, food, and their very angry occupant shift inside them. Their stomach lets out a long, drawn-out glorp.

They decide to top it off with the rest of the soda. They guzzle it down, feeling the fizz in their throat, stomach

And then���

"UrrRRRAAAP!"

The predator lurches forward, gripping their belly as a massive burp forces its way out.

They exhale heavily, blinking in surprise before breaking into laughter. "Oh my god—"

Inside, the observer is seething. "I SWEAR TO GOD—"

"Hoooh," the pred groans, pressing a hand to their overfilled belly. "Okay, now I’m just waiting for all this to settle."

They stagger over to the couch, flopping down dramatically, their stomach bouncing slightly with the motion. Another deep gurgle rolls through them, and they sigh.

They feel their observer churning, angrily fighting with their stomach, and the food they are sharing the space with

They smirk, giving their belly a teasing shake.

"I like carrying you around. You make a great food baby."

A kick presses back against their hand, and they snicker.

"Aww, someone’s feisty," they coo, "Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it~"

Another slow, bubbly belch rolls out of them, and they sigh, stretching back against the cushions.

The predator lazily pulls out their phone, flipping it to video mode as they settle deeper into the couch.

Their belly is loud—constant, bubbling gurgles, wet glorps, and the occasional thump from inside as the observer squirms in frustration.

They smirk, angling the camera down.

A long, drawn-out groan rolls through their gut, thick and heavy, like the churning of a washing machine.

The pred grins wider, rubbing slow circles over the dome of their stomach, pushing down just enough to make the liquid inside slosh audibly.

They let out a slow, bubbling burp, their stomach sloshing in response.

They couldnt wait to show this to the observer later.

[comfyhome]

“and then the big one eats the little one”

[giantandgiantessai]

Jake and Emily sat across from each other in their favorite booth, textbooks open but mostly forgotten as they enjoyed their study date at the cozy little restaurant. Plates of food sat between them, half-finished.

She paused, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ugh… I feel so full all of a sudden,” she murmured, placing a hand on her stomach.

Jake glanced up. “Maybe you ate too fast?”

Emily frowned, but before she could respond, a strange pressure built in her belly. She looked down, eyes widening as she saw it slowly expanding beneath her shirt. “Jake… something’s wrong.”

He watched, stunned, as her stomach steadily pushed outward, her shirt tightening over the growing curve.

Emily gasped, pressing her hands to her belly, but it only kept growing. Plates rattled on the table as her size increased, her knees bumping into the underside.

“Emily, you’re—” Jake started, but she shot him a panicked look.

“I know!” she hissed. “I don’t know why this is happening!”

The other diners were starting to notice, whispering and staring as Emily’s belly swelled against the booth, pushing the table forward.

Jake gulped. “Uh… should we leave before you, you know… outgrow the restaurant?”

Emily huffed, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Now.”

She struggled to stand. Her expanding belly made it difficult, forcing Jake to quickly throw some cash on the table before grabbing her hand.

[puppysdummyaccount]

part 4 in feeding the flatworm! the idea is that the lil slug friend can split into multiple parts, but recombining and reforming is more fun with friends. this was gonna have at least 2 (but probably) more panels of the sluggies being gooped down, ejaculated, and reforming but i lost steam and didn't end up finishing this. i still think it's decent on its own though! [UNCENSORED] part 1 part 2 part 3

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[suzyandthefox]

Blog intro!

I'm bad at this so bear with me lol.

IMPORTANT SECTION: This page is pro Palestinian!

My Novel length fic (Not vorey) : Of Smoke and Shadows

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Call me Suzy, I go by she/her!

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Please DNI if you aren't at least 16 and above, there's mature topics on this blog.

If you came from my other blogs, What happens here stays here.

Suzy isn't my name, but it's the name of the main oc this blog revolves around. She is a borrower with mouse features.

Speaking of which, this is a SFW G/t blog with the occasional vore story/artwork here and there, you don't like it? Then don't follow!

All vore here is (mostly) soft and safe, and 100% nonsexual.

(There will be exceptions to the soft and safe part, I will tag accordingly if it happened, it's still 100% oral and nonsexual.)

I'm an artist and a writer, I made this blog to interact with others who share my little fantasies.

I RP! I like rping about anything, But when it comes to vore, only soft-safe g/t vore.

Preds featured on this page will be mostly male preds (Except for my predsona,) , prey can be of any gender.

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Golden King

Boy and the wolf

An Accident (Sequel to Boy and the wolf)

Ladybug

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Predator

Anger Issues

Meeting The Ferryman

Journey

Sung to the Organs

The Appeal of a Predator

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[wannabeeaten]

something that's always bugged me about vore is the lack of disabled preds. in every corner of the community, it's something I rarely see.

I get that preds are supposed to be "peak humanity" when it comes to human preds, but it feels a bit wrong that the peak is so exclusionary. it's just so weird that no one else enjoys or even entertains the idea of preds that suffer from something.

it's not like they wouldn't have appealing factors to them. maybe a blind pred uses their mouth to get a feel of someone because their hands can't quite do the job of making out their features, or a hearing impaired person using their ability to enjoy a different form of bonding with their S/O. the ideas are there, but no one seems to include them from what I've seen. I have more ideas but I don't want this to come off as gratuitous for the sake of proving a point.

some of my favorite characters in tv shows and movies would make great preds, like Matt Murdock or even Flynn from Breaking Bad, who has cerebral palsy. these characters can be the "peak" too.

this could also be said about the prey too, but y'all aren't ready for that discussion

[comfyhome]

hey, my name’s confetti and this is my secret self-indulgent comfort blog!

to be perfectly clear: I’ve been interested in themes of characters overlapping with each other and giant/tiny dynamics for over a decade. this is an entirely nonsexual blog. anyone who suggests otherwise is not welcome here. i know my interests are strange!!! i have no idea why im like this but ive come to the conclusion that its funny as fuck

that being said, this is basically a nonsexual vore blog. nonsexual vore is my special interest because god does not like me personally.

if i liked your post and you are uncomfortable with my presence: feel free to block me! i dont mean any harm and i wont rb my regular fandom interests to this blog. very sorry to bother, have a great day!!!

nsfw blogs are free to look, follow, like and rb my posts, but do not interact with me otherwise. also dni if you’ll drag me into any community drama. be a decent person. thank you!

i know my interest is niche and difficult to understand, but im not hurting anyone, so please try to be kind. this silly comfort has pulled me through a lot!!!

[hungrymilliek]

CW: Vore, cruel predator, implied digestion, reader POV prey below the jump.

Your significant other had told you to be careful.

"Babe, don't worry," you said, "It's just one mouse? What's she gonna do to me?"

Six hours later, she was at home. Relaxing on the couch, enjoying a pint of ice cream.

And you were still curled up in a ball in her belly. Feeling her muscles slide around you, squeezing your body tighter. The trickle of acids and the occasional plop of ice cream landing on your fur, matting it to the skin.

Hearing the squelching, squishing sounds of her stomach. The sound of her swallowing. Her breathing. Her heartbeat.

And then, suddenly, her voice.

"Y'know," she says, the words slightly muffled by her flesh, "Last time I ate one of you big ones, I kept him around for almost a week. But you..."

Unseen, but heard, a grin crosses her face.

"I doubt you'll make it more than three days."

Gwlp. Spltch. Gwrrrnnnn.

"I bet it must feel like hell in there, huh? Hot, humid, too tight for you to move more than a couple of inches."

You try to push out with a paw, the pads slipping on her slimy innards before you can make more of a bulge than you already are.

"Guess you'll think twice next time," she says, "Or at least, you would if you'd get a next time."

Gwlp. Splat. Gwrrglll.

"Do me a favor. Try and go to my tits," she says, "A big pair always draws in the suckers."

[anchored-eats]

My big plant guy! His name is Terra.

He lures prey to his area with his sweet scent, and then ambushes them. He has multiple stomachs, with the main one being labeled in the drawing. First, prey will digest fully in the primary chamber, but if it gets too full (or if the prey is very large) they'll be sent down to his stomach further down his body for digestion. He doesn't need eyes, either, as he navigates with scent! He uses a special organ similar to snakes that basically lets him see in infrared.

[puppysdummyaccount]

flatworm food part 2

[uncensored]

[part 1]

[giantandgiantessai]

Some of his meals....

[operatorpudge]

jinnie digests a disgruntled meal.

follow my aryion for more lewd vorish content that i probably can't post here.

[consumable-connie]

How it feels going through 100+ drafts of vore posting (half of it is just me rambling)