#human pred

[teal-fiend]

human gets transported into a world where everything is made out of food.

The food people don't understand what the human is, but they're terrified of it bc the human keeps eating them???

[eldritchnoms]

Surprised it took you this long to ask me for that one lmaoooo

But :3c

Completely Consume Me | Fucking Devour Me | Swallow Me Whole | Eat me | No Thanks | Who? | God No | Maybe a Snack | Pretty Tasty | Enjoyable Meal | Absolutely Delicious | Hungry Now! | FEED ME

As a certified pred-prey switch I feel obliged to tell you all I would absolutely love to get eaten by him, but also that I would absolutely devour him myself.

Yeah my boy Johnny is 100% a taunting, prideful pred (but harmless), the type who'd get a full gut and relax in a hot tub, soaking happily and maybe even sipping some wine or champagne. But I bet he tastes absolutely amazing. Like an absolute delicacy even, you just can't stop savouring him before properly swallowing, like the best candy in your life. Of course he won't be happy. And will scold you- But it's all worth it!

I want to be eaten by him, but I also really want to eat him. And I just might!!

[cowardlysimon]

Voretober day 1 Welcome

Gonna try to finish this time. Who knows what will happen though lolll

It's kinda confusing how this one fits welcome but if I explain it probably fits.

so like the idea was that Scarecr,ow, invited Sines,tro, to idk somewhere maybe his hideout wherever that is lmao, and decided to vore him AS A WELCOME SEE WHAT I DID SEE QHAT I

okay byeeee :3

[cybersoldier82]

Self indulgent Milly vore art real

[yuco-the-alien116]

You know, I was kinda scared to introduce Cam as a pred and a vore oc. I know the rep that female humans get in the vore community. Especially how they are treated in NSFW media. So I was very scared to show her off.

But to my surprise, people are ok with her, and even love her. I was so happy to see people except her and not hate on her for being a female pred who is human (well human looking) and its giving me more confidence to draw her in more vore post. And not just her being nommed.

Anyway, thank you all for being supportive, and I love you all!

[benjaminthewolf]

Garcello Gives You Snuggles (Remastered)

The difference between this and the original is night and day, and I couldn't be more happier at my improvement.

****

     The only two things your ears are able to detect in the present moment are both the ragged, labored, desperate huffing of your oxygen-depleted, withered lungs, as well as the overheating, cramping, constant, pounding of your poor, throbbing, shriveled little heart, as your all but entirely numbed feet continue aimlessly striking their force against the concrete of the filthy city sidewalk right below. With a form so utterly miniscule against the relatively gigantic world all around you, there could be no better display of cruel irony as to just how, exactly, your emotions had engulfed your being. Especially in the dead of night.

     Vigorously forcing your body as such to do whatever it physically could to hold back your sight-submerging, stinging flood of minuscule tears, if for no other reason than your lungs’ momentary inability to handle the inevitably resulting gasping and wheezing, you were now all but rendered physically unable to continue in any direction but forwards, for the energy required to overcome your present inertia in said direction would prove simply far too much for your body to actually handle. Still, you carried on with your sprinting. 

     And then, just like that, your form was struck with the oxymoronic comforting shock from an equally as oxymoronic mysterious, yet familiar, teal glow. It didn’t matter in the slightest that you couldn’t detect rigid shapes for the moment, as all the information you already had was undeniably more than enough for you to piece together what was happening.

     Your being instinctively swivels its current momentum, the wavering sparks of what could barely be described as hope for anything making use of its natural inertia to practically fling your poor form into the alleyway. Ignoring in its entirety the consequential pain of skidding against the rough asphalt seconds later, you instantly force your head up in order to confirm with absolute certainty your past assumptions about the teal glow.

     Low and behold, there he is, and quite thankfully for your horridly gagging, strained lungs, you are not even forced to call his name in order to get his attention.

“Woah! Hey there, little one! I….didn’t know you were there!” the ethereal, wispy ghost form of the man only known as Garcello gently addresses your battered, jittering, scraped-up being whilst simultaneously attempting to carefully scoop it all up in his hands. As he does this, the one, single, little thing you can get your quavering self to do now is just cry. Now that your body didn’t have to focus on running, it could instead redirect all that energy to what it had previously held back for so long, and for that exact reason as well.

     “Awww…. Hey now, hey now, it's perfectly okay for you to cry. I have absolutely no idea what’s happened to you, but you gotta be able to trust me when I say that whatever you experienced back there, it cannot hurt you right now. And that means it's safe to let it out.” Garcello softly explains to your torrentally sobbing, trembling being as he tenderly snuggles you against his dark teal abdomen.

     You absolutely didn’t need to be told to keep crying to keep crying. Nonetheless, in essentially instant response to the tender, sympathetic, soothing words of the ghost, you promptly bury your face in his t-shirt and immediately unleash the, somehow, now even harsher flow of your tears into the soft, ghostly, thin, silky fabric. Garcello says absolutely nothing as you only continue to bawl. Neither of you had even the slightest clue as to just how long this scene lasted. Yet, upon your fierce wailing giving way to pained sniffling, Garcello still doesn’t dare to break the silence.

     Eventually, however, you do remove your face from his abdomen. And that was when the words began to come. It wasn’t an elegant, nor a succinct explanation by any stretch of the imagination, but you couldn’t care less about that. All that you cared about was that someone was legitimately taking the time to let you incessantly ramble on about what exactly had happened to you, and was actually paying attention with intent of helping you recover from the experiences you’d revealed after the fact. Once again, the time it took for you to finish your rabid release could’ve been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour, neither of you had any way to know with any certainty. And, once again, Garcello remains completely and utterly silent as you just continue to rave about…well, pretty much everything you needed to rave about. It wasn’t until he was absolutely, positively sure you were finished that he finally took in a breath to start talking.

     “First of all, I just want to say that you are very brave for telling me this. Ultimately, the only way that you can get proper help is to talk to someone about what you’ve gone through. And I guarantee you, there ARE people out there who can help. …professionally I mean. Ya know, like licensed therapists, and…obviously I’m not one of those, so… But yes, talking about all this is a very big step. I can see you’re already jittering a whole lot less because of it. Just letting out all your emotions verbally can be a huge factor in regaining control in these kinds of situations.”

     Garcello takes a moment to pause as you continue your exhausted heaving.

     “For right now, you just need to keep breathing. I don’t want to overwhelm you any further by diving into the nuance of what you’ve told me. Just breathe in and out. That’s it. I’ve got ahold of you. Nothing can hurt you right now. You’re safe.”

     Your positively drained, depleted being proceeds to tremble only slightly as it softly wells up with more tears. A far less violent flow begins to stream its way out of your eyes as you once again bury yourself inside Garcello’s abdomen. The squishy, comfortable, warm flesh seems to somewhat wrap itself up around your being as you lean into it, whilst the places it couldn’t reach, such as your back, are gently caressed by the ghost’s delicate fingers. And that’s when you started to hear it.

     The low-pitched, subtle grumbles tucked away behind many layers of ghostly flesh immediately grab your attention whilst the gears inside your head begin turning. Garcello is slightly confused at first, but upon you turning your head to the side just a little, in order to squish it into his midsection, he begins to understand your thought process as well. 

     “Do you…do you wanna go in there?” he eventually manages to ask. 

     All you would give in response was a vigorous flurry of nods, prompting the ghostly teal man to let out a short, friendly chuckle.

     “Well, it is nice and warm in there! Makes a great resting spot I suppose!” he affirmingly speaks with a smile, whilst raising you up towards his face. “...and let’s be honest, you really need a good rest after all this…so yeah! You can stay in there for a while!”

     You are now inches from the ghost’s mouth, waiting patiently for the reveal. 

     “...just let me know if my smoker breath is still there…I wouldn’t want ya to have to suffer from that because of me…” Garcello hesitantly requests as a great twinge begins to form across his face.

     You briefly reassure Garcello that if he did still have smoker breath, you would’ve definitely picked it up by now. And since you smelled none, that meant it was certainly gone.

     Garcello simply blushes just slightly in response, before swiftly thanking you for the reassurance. Now, there was only one more thing he had to do. And so, the unveiling commenced seconds later.

     The mint blue colored chamber starts to flow upon your body its natural, soothing, calm, inviting warmth, something which eagerly prompts you to start crawling all the way past Garcello’s lips, and therefore have the comfort douse over the whole of your being. 

     Over his incisor teeth you went, as a result, before you finally squished a single palm down into the smooth, slickened form of his tongue. Eagerly, yet carefully, hauling the rest of your body onto the muscle soon after, you almost instantly collapse down upon its soft, warm, pillowy surface, before nuzzling your cheek deep into it, in order to show your deep gratitude unto the teal man outside. 

     Once the ghostly owner of the tongue is absolutely certain it was safe to close his maw, he slowly brings his lips together, thus sealing you out from the cold, whilst his jaws lying past them parted just about as far as they could. This was because Garcello knew that you were far too exhausted by now to make your way towards his open, tight, and squishy gullet. Because of this, he needed to elicit the aid of good ol’ gravity in order to get you down to his gut. 

     You are soon able to sense the ghost’s tongue lifting up rather slowly and gingerly. You therefore give the muscle a slight pat to let him know you’re okay before it starts to slope down, and towards Garcello’s now gaping laryngopharynx. 

     The plump, rounded form of his uvula gently sways back and forth above the drop whilst you start to slide down the slick tongue. Gradually slipping downwards and towards Garcello’s ghostly throat, it isn’t very long before your form becomes lodged nice and tightly against his tonsils, whilst you start to gaze down into his trachea. Garcello’s slightly wavering vocal cords are then naturally covered up by the epiglottis as you are promptly squeezed into his esophagus. It takes one more gulp before your lower legs and feet slip all the way through the upper esophageal sphincter, but once this is accomplished at last, Garcello heaves out a slight sigh, before placing a couple fingers over the slight bulge in his throat. Now, his ghostly body would handle the rest.

     Casually floating over and towards the side of the alleyway as a result, Garcello sets himself down rather cautiously, not wanting the force of the motion to disturb your own journey within, before curling his ghost tail over his middle. Accompanying his ghost tail with both hands before the slight bulge in his throat disappears behind his collarbone, Garcello thus gives a slight smile. You on the inside were soon to pick up a soft heartbeat, and when you did, you would know you were close.

     Back on the inside, meanwhile, the warm, squishy squelchings of peristalsis from the throat muscles are able to massage your poor body as they continue to escort you on down. Sure enough, however, you did indeed pick up rather soon an ethereal, ghostly replication of a heartbeat, though the fact of it not being from a living source did little to make a meaningful difference. The wondrous, continual kneading pushes you deeper and deeper towards Garcello’s stomach as the heartbeat pounds gently within the ambient background of the ghost’s internal body.

     Eventually though, there was to be far more joining along with the baseline beat of the heart as both high-pitched and low-pitched gurgles and grumbles begin to echo about the awaiting chamber just below. With the lower esophageal sphincter coming into your sight seconds later, you are gently squelched out from the natural valve head-first, before at last, the rest of your body follows through, and you take the deep plunge down below.

     Promptly rising up from the harmless liquids sloshing around within Garcello’s warm, churning stomach, touching your feet down upon the very bottom of the shallow pool as you did, you then proceed to give a rather visceral full-body shake in utterly cathartic release of pent-up tension. And then, immediately after, in use of ol’ reliable once more, your utterly exhausted being flops directly onto the pillowy walls as your eyelids droop down and close your eyes. 

     Garcello on the outside is able to feel all this happening within his gut, and yet, decides not to interrupt you for the moment, as you did need to rest rather desperately. Slowly rubbing his hands all over his middle for a while, Garcello can sense you shifting around just a little deep within, presumably so you could find a more suitable sleeping position. For you down below within the walls, it wouldn’t take very long for you to fully accomplish this task. 

     Heaving out a gigantic yawn, you subtly nuzzle your head into the squishy, cushiony, heated form of the stomach walls as the gently sloshing liquids around you calmly envelop the lower half of your being. Slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness as the soft gut’s natural heat drags you further and further into comfort, the very last thing you could sense before finally falling asleep was, indeed, the constant white noise all around you. The gurgling, growling, and groaning of the stomach of the ghost who had saved you tonight. 

     Garcello on the outside only lets out a soft sigh of contentment as he senses you settling down against the squishy walls of his stomach.  

     “Goodnight, little one…” he whispers very quietly, as he himself begins closing his eyes very slowly. It would not be very long then, before the both of you were softly slumbering away in silent peace; both of Garcello’s hands against his rumbling stomach housing your tiny form deep within. 

[fatmangut]

i love that stereotype of an american man eating everything he can. makes me want to create a redneck, metalhead biker oc. fat and strong, slightly long straight hair, wears bandanas, tamed circle beard, wristbands... and he's INCREDIBLY aggressive.

he's just like a male karen, but instead of calling a manager, he WILL swallow you, no matter how much taller than him you are or what species, or if its in front of everyone. annoy him? you're going to the stomach! you will be boiled! you will be turned into tit and ass! "fuck are you looking at? can't a man eat in peace?" he will ask to whoever stares at the moving bulge in his stomach.

an//drew bry//niarski you did this to me.

[naughtyservant]

F is for F/ree (S/oul Eater)!

His freedom means capture tasty guys inside his sweaty balls °3°)r

Drop all your ideas for G!

Uncensor version on my A/ryion and T/witter as always

Don't forget like, reblog and follow me for more convicted preds! ovo)r

[feladi-vore]

You really shouldn’t ask me to look after your pets. I have a hard time helping myself when I get hungry... Oh well! Those dogs are much cuter as catgirl chub anyway <3

art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/kittyshoelace/

gift from: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mumbahvx/

[teal-fiend]

Human pred who hunts various humanoid creatures (faun, mermaids, harpy) for sport. Using the fact that they have animal physical features to dehumanise them and treat them as fair game.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Oh boy, I have been having so much I/EYTD brainrot. May as well share a few scenarios with my favorite blorbo, John Juniper.

-Being a fan who’s lucky enough to meet your favorite star for lunch. Not realizing that you’re about to get a very intimate meet and greet…

-Basically going through Operation: Jet Set, but he’s actually on the plane with you. You get shrunken down, and he’s offering you the comfiest seat on the jet. It’ll be several hours before you land, you’re thousands of feet above the Atlantic Ocean with nowhere to run, and he knows every inch of the jet. You won’t stay hidden long…

-Deciding to deal with Agent Phoenix by swallowing them down. He might not decide to kill them (since you know…I don’t like fatal), but it’s effective at keeping them out of the way.

-Being one of his staff and being eaten for whatever reason. Could be as a punishment, or simply because he wanted a nice, squirmy snack..or it could even be as a reward.

-Unaware vore. Enjoying a glass of wine, not knowing that you’ve fallen in either accidentally or intentionally. It won’t be long before you’re sent down to his belly along with a mouthful of Riesling.

-Give the man a shrink ray and he’ll have a grand old time hunting down a captured agent.

[eldritchnoms]

I have an OC-

Basically he is a bear (not literally). He is a lumberjack, loves to drink beer and hang out at bars for fun. He is a jolly sweetheart, lives alone, but has a lot of friends and acquaintances. He is really tall and stocky in build, loves his job, yet is a very gentle guy. A gentle giant basically! But when gets a bit drunk he- tends to eat people around as a snack to his beer- He just endosomes them, dw, but he is really apologetic afterwards and always makes up to the prey in one way or another (like taking to different places, diners and such).

He doesn't have a tragic backstory or anything. He was born in middle class family, finished school and university, but decided to go for a more physical workcraft. Both of his parents are still alive and live together happily on retirement. He periodically sends them money and a little wooden carving he made. He is not exactly interested in relationships, but he is bi.

[cowardlysimon]

fuck it gonna post this one

okay bye before I get scared and change my mind on posting this 😭

[cybersoldier82]

I see you’ve turned anon on……

Now I see you’ve mentioned your apart of the halo community.

Got any vore thoughts on that fandom?~

-Squishy

@anxiety-pocket(assuming this was you if it wasn’t sorry) OH MY GOD I NEVER ANSWERED THIS IM SO SORRY

Anyways heres vore hcs for all the halo characters i know :3, imma go observer, prey, switch, then pred

Observer: Johnson, Arbiter, and Fernando(echo-216)

Prey: new cortona, Jun, Carter, Noble 6, spartan 1337(idgaf if hes not canon he is my son therefore he counts >:/)and 343 guilty spark.

Switch: Cortana, Emile, Dr Halsey, and Buck.

Pred: Master chief, Kat, Locke, Jorge, Laurette(the gal from the tutorial), Atriox, and Tartarus.

Das it, sorry i never answered this TwT

[benjaminthewolf]

Thor (God Of War) Lol

Fun fact: I have so little fear that I worked on this at the dining room table when everyone was getting the thanksgiving diner food ready. I am just simply built different.

(Ok I hadn’t gotten to the actual vore part yet but still…)

****

Your ragged, shivering breath is shakily heaved in and out of your lungs, frosting up the airways with its chill, before it is inevitably warmed by your being and released back into the cold again as a whitened cloud of mist. Both you and Thor had known that the oncoming storm was going to be cold, but neither of you could have ever predicted it would be this level of horrid.

Desperately leaning forwards a little and arching your form over the flames, the large, sizzling fire that the two of you had lit to keep warm was ultimately doing quite little to aid against the constant soaring freeze, much to both of your worries. You were, indeed, donning a layered set of specialized winter gear, and yet that fact combined with the fire only seemed to add even more to the taunting cries of the storm, as it seemingly knew quite well that none of your puny little attempts at resisting against its power were ultimately all in vain.

That was exactly why Thor had raised the, at the time, rather strange question to you. For both himself and the storm recognized implicitly that even the vast earthly power of its raw, icy sting was all but effortlessly triumphed and overcome by the array greater abilities possessed by the divine, all physically encompassed deep inside the depths of the towering, powerful being that was such a god as Thor.

Thor gets up and settles his giant form next to yours, instead of forcing you to get up and risk even more than was already at hand. A quivering smile is shakily formed across your face as the large man gently wraps his arms around you, and, in subsequent preparation for the encompassing journey ahead, in turn encompasses your inside his outside frame, gently and sensually settling against that of your frail and meager own. Your cheek is pressed even deeper into the powerful man’s chest, causing a sudden, warmed shudder to rattle its way throughout your mortal being. You gently nuzzle your face up against Thor’s chest, whilst his callused, strengthened hands cautiously wrap around your relatively tiny form.

Making your arms move up and forth as well, they soon are caused to settle upon the soft, chubby stomach against the great man’s middle. Allowing rapidly steadying breath after rapidly steadying breath to ease in and out of your lungs as you rub and knead your longing, slim fingers and palms around the area, you are soon quite easily able to detect the deeply confined white noise radiating from Thor’s body as such.

At first, it was merely his heartbeat, throbbing and pulsing away inside his ribs. You wished o’ so dearly you could just, simply melt into his body and wrap yourself all around his heart, but you knew quite well that you would be getting as close as was mortally possible to that very organ very, very soon, and thus, did not bring it up.

After a while, however, the former sense of silence that had been radiating out from the middle is finally broken and freed, thus causing your body to naturally heat up with desire. A beckoning, howling symphony of wondrous rumbles and groans scattering on forth towards your ears, and causes the both of you to smile, as you are finally able to recognize that the time has come at last.

Thor is absolutely nothing but silent, gentle, and cautious as he slowly peels your being off from his skin, and lifts you on up, and towards his still closed maw. He lets in and out a sigh through his nose, causing a warm front of air to get blown directly onto your face, before at last the giant man clears up his throat, and, without anything more to do, opens up his maw.

Thor slowly extends out his tongue, and gently caresses it upon your face, allowing your body to be graced upon a sample of his heat, before at last, the man’s jaws are stretched just wide enough for your head to be placed inside, the gaping sight of his maw highly enticing your mind. You are able to feel the natural gradient of heat embracing itself upon your head and neck as your cheek is squished upon his tongue. The squishy, pink muscle allows your face to become slathered with his wet, sticky saliva.

Thor’s breath is pushed in and out, in and out, against your rapidly warming form. He begins to ease your body back towards his gullet, causing the top of your head to bump against his uvula whilst he does so. The man’s gullet at last opens wide as you are inched closer to it, thus revealing to you the squelching tube that is his esophagus just desperately waiting for your arrival. Your head gently sinks deeper and deeper into his gullet, before at last, Thor swallows, and your head is fully inside.

As your middle is subsequently shoved into his maw, Thor is now able to gently clasp his jaws down without risk of you falling out. He lifts his head up and very cautiously lowers his teeth to hold your legs and feet in place without causing you pain. Now with his hands free, he begins to rub ever so slowly over the slight bulge you are making in his throat. Able to feel it from the outside, your being starts to feel slightly tingly as Thor suddenly swallows again. Now with only your legs and feet left to be downed, Thor can fully close his maw and lower his head back to its natural position. Taking just a few seconds to get his bearings again before finishing the swallowing, Thor gives a couple of preemptive pats over his guts, knowing quite well that pretty soon, it would become even larger than it naturally was under any normal circumstances.

Finally swallowing for the third and final time, Thor lets out a considerably satisfied sigh as he plops down into the snow next to the fire, and merely awaits for your arrival to commence. You on the inside are now able to feel the constant squeezing motions easing in upon your body as you are carefully escorted down to the chamber below. Thor places his hands on his guts and gives a slight lick across his lips as you are suddenly able once more to detect all the white noise you had formerly only experienced from the outside of the man’s being.

Sensing the thumping of Thor’s heart pulsing and echoing all around your form, you gingerly force yourself to become silent, so you may be able to detect the unmistakable gurgling that was indicative of one’s own stomach. Sure enough, the moment it became audible, for some inexplicable reason, the former experiences of the cold were now but a long gone, distant memory.

Thor is able to feel your body getting squeezed out of his lower esophageal sphincter, filling up his stomach and causing the great organ to expand to fit your form as a result. Thor’s already rather chubby gut is therefore grown to an even larger size as a deep, rumbling growl is suddenly detectable from the outside. Patting and rubbing his giant hands all over the even more giant stomach as the sloshing and churning only picked up upon the arrival of a sudden ginormous meal, the powerful man silently gives a smile, as he is, indeed, aware that for the moment being, his work here is done.

You on the inside are only able to feverishly snuggle your entire body against the soft, goopy walls as the harmless liquids around you wettened up your form and positively ensconced your mind deeper and deeper inside. As the walls’ natural coding subsequently caused them to expand and contract their cushiony, pink lining all around your being, all of those horrid, frigid memories of you shivering out in the cold merely less than ten minutes ago, are rapidly melted away, as now, all that was present around you, keeping you warm and safe from the absolutely no doubt livid winds outside, was the slimy, squishy stomach of your own beloved Thor, the god whom you had bonded with, and had now broken the physical barrier with on this bitter winter’s trek. Nothing, nowadays, came easily to anyone, much less that of solidarity and comfort. And yet, here to you, the lucky friend of Thor, had come not only that exactly, but, you see, as was rather excessively tangible as you were squeezed up against the loving god’s goopy, gurgling guts, so, so, so much more.

[fatmangut]

what if i misbehaved on purpose. what if i did what he didn't want me to do again on purpose, what if i did what he threatened to eat me if i did again just out of spite. what then.

what if he grabbed my skinny ass and just shoved my ear into his belly, forcing me to hear his stomach digesting food and told me "you're going there."

what if he laughed at my struggles inside his stomach, what if i screamed for help so his desire to reduce me to his fat got even more fueled

what if when all of this insanity ended, he looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the fat he won from this one, how round his moobs got, how plump his ass and thighs got, and most importantly, how much his belly grew.

but what if he also got dissapointed because his favorite button shirt tore apart when having me inside him.

"look what you fucking did."

sighhhhh🙁

*torments him forever as a ghost*