#experiment vore

[lesbianoms]

Prey that’s so touch starved and lonely finally being able to curl up inside the belly of their favorite pred.

They feel so safe and warm and snuggled, wiggling happily against the soft churning walls that pack them in so tight. The prey mewls softly as their beloved rubs them and kneads at them from the outside.

Meanwhile their pred is all cozied up in bed, blissed out, finally happy to have someone inside them that they’ve wanted to put away for quite a while. The human-shaped weight in their gut is settling nicely, sending them into a food coma.

The prey is so overjoyed by the squishing and gurgling of the belly. They nuzzle as deep as they can into the cozy nest— the stomach that rocks them to sleep— and they’re so, so happy to accept this snug haven as their new permanent home… to accept their new purpose in life: as a big bulge on the middle of someone they love so much ❤️

[yummyyummie]

The girls experimenting continues with Vexx surprising Marimoo by having the two swap bodies, funnily enough they still ended up retaining their usual pred and prey dynamic - so now Mari knows what it's like if she were to eat herself

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

Oh, the chase. To know your own heartbeat is betraying you as you desperately attempt to find a hiding place - you're sure as hell not going to run faster than the creature chasing you. You may tuck yourself into some fox den or corner, but it's only a matter of time before you'll have to take the only exit: right into the predator's jaws. Your trembling body gives away your location, your scent so easy to find. The creature paces around your refuge; they can wait as long as they need for you to come out into their inevitable embrace.

Perhaps you don't make it in time and they catch you first, coiling, restraining, pinning you down. Do you plead for your safety? They won't really hurt you, of course, but scaring you greatly whets their appetite; the hunt stretches their legs. You're not able to get much of a word out before the creature descends on you, and you're enveloped by the muggy darkness of your new home...

[thefanciestborrower]

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[teal-fiend]

prey who thinks that a pred is cool, dominant and possessive, with a dark and mysterious personality.

But really this pred is kind of a loser. Not all that physically strong, despite being a pred. He's sensitive, and easily hurt. He's not at all confident, more of a people pleaser. An entire red flag of a person.

And he is possessive, but in a more annoying way than the prey imagined

When the prey figures this out, they get the ick. This wasn't what was promised on the packaging.

But still, this is a pred. He does the things preds do, and the prey likes to see that.

And despite being a doormat most of the time, he can be a bit of a sadist when it comes to his prey. Which the prey also likes to see

But would they want to be eaten by this pred? Would they want to be digested in his pathetic ass stomach? No.

If they are to be consumed, it should be by someone who is as impressive as they pretend to be.

However. The prey doesn't mind watching the pred eat. They could be an observer for this pred, god knows he needs it; he can barely get down prey on his own, and after he eats, he's a mess

The pred is in love btw

[sigmoon]

Lovely Hio!!! I just randomly thought of a little red riding hood au in which Fedya gives you the mission of bringing poisoned cookies to his dear friend Dazai (,,>﹏<,,) and on your way, you met a big bad wolf named Kolya… who ended up eating you in more ways than one hehe,,

This is the most cursed prompt I’ve ever read. Instigation to murder, betrayal, deception, vore, furries…woah.

[deevouer]

cute little snackrifice

[sophiethewitch1]

Just played degrees of lewdity for the first time and got vored by a whale???

[spllwys]

you want to talk, you want to talk it ouuut? 'cause the joke's on me and i'm laughingg t̝̊ǫ͔̠͖̖̟̬̰̜͂̄̌ͮ̇̇͘̚͠o̵̴͔̞̝̰̼͎̤̱̣̠̫̦̼̫͕͒̿̃ͧͬ̅͗̏́ͤͩ̂͂͗ͦ́̈̏̐ͧ̍͛̊͋͢͢͡ͅơ̶̢̭̗͚͙͖̦̮̹̂̂́̈́̄̆̿̐̈́̇͋ͨ̂̿̎̚͜͝

[crimson-charmed]

Actual images of my brain when

[foxgloveinspace]

‘Putting down the roses picking up the sword’

[hideyseek]

BEAKING NEWS: ONE OF MY COLLEGE FRIENDS' PARTNER HAS SEEN GUARDIAN ALSO 🎉

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Here is my new story (WARNING: long writing). Characters: Pred! Sacura (OC)/Prey! Drift (TF RID).

Sacura is my new character; she's an autobot with two alt-modes, one of which is a dragon (the eastern one). While in the "beast" form, she can switch sizes from tiny (a usual snake) to huge(literally a train). So, she is definitely a "switch" in vore community. And... this exactly what everything is about!

I hope you'll enjoy!

They were in the garden surrounding a ruined castle in the mountains. Huge branches of wild, overgrown trees rustled above, hiding two alien visitors from the evil summer sun. Cool shadows danced on the cracked mossy rocks of an ancient human building, creating a surrealistic illusion of mystery and quiet, poetic tragedy. It was a perfect spot for meditation; Drift found it by accident some days ago and it was the first time he took Sacura with him.

They got comfy nearby one immense oak and led a simple, calm conversation.

- I wonder... - Drift's gaze switched to his wife. - How do you feel when I... swallow you?

Young fem stopped watching clouds passing blue lakes and streams of the sky which was hiding behind the roof of the ancient plants - and gave him a curious look. She turned onto the belly and put her helm on both palms; the samurai, embarrassed by his question and her immediate attention, looked away and cleared his throat.

- I mean... I can see well only my side of the story. Your little body passing my lips, your sweet flavour on my glossa, then stretching of my throat when it pushes you deeper into me... - He was slowly tracing the path from his chin to the start of his neck. - And the moment when I feel my waist weighs; the armour moves under my servos as you slip inside the fueltank, unconsciously rubbing it with your tiny hands and feet...

The samurai sighed deeply, recalling the moment. His wife smiled, blushing.

- However... - Drift's tone became serious again. - I have never asked you what it is like - to be consumed that way... And sometimes I doubt if you like all of this as much as I do. Doesn't it scary when you see my mouth open wide? My dents are so sharp that they can just slice you on two with a slight pressure. Or the second you see daylight fading and you slide along the dark esophagus? My sparkbeat must be deafing, and metal muscles squeeze you too tightly... And all these liquids...

Sacura made an interrupting gesture, then layed her hand on his knee and stroked it reassuringly.

- I don't have any discomfort when you send me to your insides. Actually, it's very pleasant - like a big warm hug from everywhere. Or a blanket wrapped around your entire body. Moreover... I can easily read your emotions while in there. - Drift narrowed his optics in disbelief but the fem simply laughed. - Yes, I do. Because at such time I am literally surrounded by you. I hear your systems working, energon circulating through your veins; listen to unsatisfied groans when something annoys you - or sense you relaxing when everything is exactly like you want it to be... It's strange. It's like I'm a part of you then; it affects me strongly. And at the meantime... it comforts me a lot.

She took his large, rough servo and started fondling its small scars and lines.

- If I could show you...

Some leaves fell down the tree at her back and shoulders; Drift leaned to her side and gently swiped them off. Her smooth, round forms seemed so vulnerable... Every time he touched her the only thing which wandered in his processor was: "She looks like a sparkling! How can an autobot be so helpless?"

He smirked to himself. Yeah... This "helpless" autobot could kill him without any problems if she would like to. What a joke of nature! - to give such enormous power to a small and friendly girl who freaks out to hurt a butterfly!

Meanwhile, Sacura suddenly winced and stared at her husband with a decisive look in her optics - she had come up with something.

- Well, perhaps I can...

The samurai rose his eyebrow.

- My second alt-mode. It's big enough to fit you.

Drift's faceplate didn't change even a little, but the mech recognised cool tickles going down his spine section.

- I guess so, darling.

The fem heard hardly noticeable tension in his voice and edges of her lips lowered. She looked down at the grass beneath her and spoke, vocaliser crackling of shame.

- Oh... I'm sorry. It isn't a good idea, I guess... If you are against it, I will never in my life...

Drift's cheeks immediately became blue.

- I didn't mean it, dear! It's just... confusing.

He turned her face back to his and gave the fem a soft kiss.

- Remember - I'm not afraid of you, whatever shape you have. Whatever weapons you have. I'm sure you wouldn't harm anyone you care about, and if you care about me - you won't make me suffer. - He paused and smiled warmly. - I think... We could commit the thing you're talking about. At least, it will help us understand each other better. Don't you agree?

Her face was immediately brightened up with happiness like a cloudy day with sunlight. Without any hesitation she desperately embraced her orange lover; Sacura's energy made them both inevitably crush on the ground. The pair laughed loudly at the occasion, making birds around scream and fly away...

............

Drift hadn't ever seen her THAT big before; and he was impressed by the size she took - her head was as large as his entire being! Now, in her dragon mode, Sacura could make anybody go offline just with her threatening appearance. Someone would say it had been a terrifying view: endless silver body, long fangs glowing under her upper lip, sharp claws on four huge, bareboned paws, strong and heavy tail with poisoned needles hidden beneath the scales...

Regardless, he personally found her magnificent.

Sacura approached her husband after the transformation had been ended - and cautiously nuzzled her elegant elongated muzzle in his shoulder. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak normally until she would get into her "human" form again, so touches and wild, animal sounds were all she could use to communicate with him. Drift noticed a shadow of inconfidence in her flaming eyes.

- You look perfect, my star. As always. - He cuddly scratched behind Sacura's audio sensors what made the dragon whine with pleasure. - Don't worry. I've already warned Bumblebee that we're going to "walk" for some more hours. I'm ready.

She nodded. Her jaws parted, letting the samurai observe a wet, glowing cavern, surrounded by steely knives of teeth. He felt hot air blowing out of the predator's maw, washing around his face, and couldn't help but shivered when her glossa draw a thin slimy line from his feet to the chassis. In spite of his fear, Drift didn't stop his darling. At first, he was a soldier who had fought in hundreds of battles; what an embarrassment it would be to back out when he had already gone so far! At the second - the mech seeked for the knowledge. He had to see what she was going through with him. And, observing a starving depths of the beast's maw which was ready to make him disappear at any second, he immediately felt sincere respect to how calm and willing she had always been to enter his own mouth.

Overcoming unexpectedly awoken instincts, Drift got closer and forced his hand to explore the dragon's shining, scabrous, wet tongue. He was going to lie on it soon after all...

The tongue wriggled amusingly of his action and curled affectionately around his servo, creating circles higher and higher, until his entire manipulator was captured in a warm trap. Nervous gigle escaped the mech.

- Well, what do you think?.. How do I taste like? - Frozen like a statue, Drift asked with edge in his voice. He'd like to pretend he was fine, but it was hard to trick his own wife.

Sacura freed Drift's arm and shut her mouth, disappointed. She peered at her surprised husband and let out a pleading moan.

- I'm not going to give up, girl. I'm all right.

She snuggled into him once more, looking at his strict face with deep sadness and doubt in the optics. He granted her a nice rub between the antennas.

- I believe, we should go ahead.

He courageously gave her his hands, so she could start over with tasting him - the dragon slowly accepted the favour, being more thoughtful and patient than before, letting Drift's mind process that there were nothing to worry about. Sacura, definitely enjoying every moment, licked his fingers, went to wrists, then to elbows... Their looks met again - he smiled reassuringly and titled his head down. The craving abyss appeared in front of him again, pouring with saliva. It needed him so badly... This time the samurai wasn't so merciless to the fem - he basically pushed himself into her ravenous jaws.

They caught and lovingly held him. Her hot glossa started working more actively, trying to reach every inch of Drift's voluminous body. He could sense how fast he was loosing an ability to move; his limbs became languorous and sticky, deadly exhaustion flood all around his tough body. The samurai was already too weak to keep his helm up; finally, he just put it on the fem's tongue, looking sleepily on its ribbed crimson surface. If he decided to struggle for some reason, he wouldn't succeed... Kinda pathetic...

Suddenly, a long, vibrating sound filled the room. His "ears" focused on the resonating, soothing rattling which shook every corner of his system blocks.

Sacura was purring.

Drift sent his concerns into the oblivion at the very moment he understood what the noise was. Thoughts about his own well-being were replaced with the ones about his wife's pleasure. He was the reason she was feeling that good. He gave her this bliss. Drift recalled the day when he swallowed her for the first time - it was... Undescribable. Fascinating. He had her whole; he felt her harsh sparkbeat, her clumsy squirming in his mouth before he made a gulp. He could remember delight of her deliciousness... Now, their roles got switched. And he was certain she loved it.

Finally, the pressure of her jaws increased; the dragon rose her head and let Drift smoothly slip into a small hole right before him. He heard an audible "glrk" with which his shoulders and shest were tugged further into the darkness of her throat.

It was a series of strong, dry, quick swallows, painful for a pred, but ineffective. Her husband never was miniaturous to say the least! Nevertheless the fem didn't stop the process - now it was only the way down for him, she do much more harm, trying to cough him out.

The mech noticed that his girl was in trouble; Sacura surely required some assistance. He began to shift a little, making his waist and hips come along - he was aware of how wide and bulky he was, and how it must be difficult for her to get over with it. The tightness of the tube he was going through seemed almost unbearable, and ironically, he felt guilty for the thick layers of metal which made him so hard to devour.

But their combined actions worked - the gulps slowed down, became calmer and visibly easier. The space around was still cramped, but it didn't crush the samurai any more; it was truly like a warm, plushie hug, pulsating with care and overwhelming love. This body demanded him to be its guest - he knew it in the very spark. And he was glad to give in himself to it as an earned prise for every time Sacura presented herself as a treat for her husband. He accepted the fact that he had to forget about his powers for this moment; he managed to see what his girl ment when she once said: "I wanna be a good prey for you". She deserved him to be submissive now, no matter his warrior pride.

At last, after some minutes of squeezing and pulling, Drift arrived at the fueltank. It greeted him with a friendly gurgling and soft blue light shining from the streaks crossing squishy, tender walls. For the first few seconds the mech felt himself hanging as if he was in a kind of hammock which swayed beneath him non-stop, although this situation didn't last long - Sacura layed herself on the ground and turned on the side, giving space to her enormous, bulging stomach.

She looked at it with mixture of relief and disbelief. She swallowed him whole. He was in there, surrounded by her; she could feel every movement her husband was making, settling down in depth of her growling stomach. It was so incredible... but wrong. It should have been... vice versa. He was stronger, wiser, older than her; he was a leader in their companionship, her "master". And meanwhile, he was in a position of a weaker one now. She literally had his life in her servos. And if she had been an enemy of his, then...

.

Sacura got terrified by this thought.

She carefully put an open paw on her round, swollen belly and stroked it gently. The mech inside "returned" the touch, pressing exactly at the place she was caressing. Purring like a big cat, the dragon eagerly embraced her stomach and leaned her head closer to the deformed metal. She would never harm him. Never in the world.

.....

Drift was trying to get use to the place he got into. Everything was unstable, elastic, tender - alive; he was afraid that just his presence in here could do harm to his beloved because of how velvety tender her fueltank appeared to be. "This must be what she sees when she gets into my core" - he mumbled to himself, looking at squishy lumps all around him. Glowing wrinkly walls were grabbing his legs and arms with mischief and great interest as if they had a mind of their own; his body was sinking into them, being massaged, gently squeezed all over. It was...nice. He silently watched how every part of him was getting examined and generously soaked in scintillating mint-colour slime. He predicted it could be like that, he didn't care much; Drift would take a shower after anyways. The samurai found a comfortable position and closed his optics, listening to Sacura's distant sparkbeat, deep ventilating, tranquil rumbling - and his own emotions.

It was still hard to process that he was staying in his wife's "stomach". Especially, because he was absolutely helpless. He left his katanas outside. It was necessary, but at the meantime... He was just one step apart from death. The samurai felt so small and helpless that it almost drove him mad. But at that moment he noticed something changing. One of the walls leaned to him, moved by something from the outside; this thing affectionately drew circles on Drift's arm and chassis through the flexible flesh. It didn't take much time for the samurai to realise it was his wife caressing his body. Fury flew away from his spark as fast as it came. He stroke her back and felt Sacura wince in delight. The room slightly tightened around Drift; now he noticed silhouettes of two big paws laying on her belly, hugging his entire form - and a press of something larger right next to his head. The bot could swear it was her helm.

He snuggled into the warm wet muscles and finally relaxed, letting the surrounding do whatever it wanted with him.

Before she was his. Now, he is hers.

Sometimes it's important to see everything from a different angle.

[alexcutecolly]

It's funny how I've made a spidersona with the intent of also writing Miguel g/t vore, but it hasn't been the main priority since when I started designing her character and writing her tragic backstory lmfao

It's so cool tbh, coming up with so many ideas for her costume, her powers, the outfits she wears off duty, how her past and upbringing influence her personality and combat style, etc. 💕

(She's still gonna get nommed btw, dw lol)

[nom-central]

Voretober D7- Costume

Oh, how this was its favorite human holiday.

The one day a year where it could roam openly under the cover of nightfall, without fear of being seen or attacked. Many humans found this day a day to dress up in their best approximation of what a "monster" was- how novel. Nothing really held a candle to itself, but it had to admit it was cute to see them try. It only made it easier for it to feed.

It lumbered about an empty street, looking for another morsel to eat. It had snapped up two earlier on their way to a gathering for grown ones, though they hardly made a dent in it- it was still hungry, and it knew humans were plentiful. The sun was setting already, the festivities should be kicking into high gear by now... Ah, there was a little group now. Perfect, three more little treats for itself.

It made no effort to be stealthy in its approach, and the group gasped in wonder as they saw it walking up. "WOAH, what a costume!" "Dude, that's fucking sick! You must be on the way to Eddie's costume party, yeah? You're totally taking home the $200 prize for best costume!" The last noted the faint bumps and movement from its middle, coming from its already swallowed prey trying to upset its stomach. "What're you supposed to be, some kind of man-eating monster?? You've prolly got some sick setup with stilts, but...how'd you get your costume to move like that? It's pretty lifelike..."

It leaned down now, closing the distance between itself and its soon to be prey. It grinned, already salivating in anticipation and flashing all too real fangs.

"Would you like to find out?"

[echoes-lighthouse]

kink: macro/micro / g/t / giantess, whatever you wanna call it

(send me a kink/fetish and i'll rate it and say if my f/os are into it!!)

Ooooh interesting one!!! I haven't spent too much time on this one, so I'm not entirely sure that I get the whole appeal or the different aspects, if that makes sense? Let's say 4/10. (I know the original post said rate it out of 5 but I'm making it 10 because I like it better lol)

If I am into it, it's definitely as the tiny one, I've never been fond of pocket!f/o headcanons: I think I like it as a slightly more extreme version of height differences. I don't find it particularly erotic to think of being soooo teeny-tiny I'm fit-in-a-palm sized, but I like the idea of being small enough to move around like a very small sex doll

In the Hazbin Hotel 'verse, where we see Alastor using his powers to get Really Big, I'm pretty into the whole concept: I could definitely see me writing something with Vox in a bigger wires form!! Kind of Heisenberg-esque in Resident Evil 8.

Me and Dirk could definitely have fun with a pocket version of me, I think. Links up to some existing headcanons I have about his fetishes.

It's funny: Cecil and I are canonically giant/tiny but I don't super eroticize that relationship, and I think the few times we've had sex, I've probably been human-sized, if a quite small human.

Those are really the only selfships I gravitate towards involving that one with!!