#implied digestion

[weiner-does-preg]

AUgh sorry it’s so sketchy

[sneakyevillurker]

casual vore: network of friends that dwindles rapidly because it’s a coin toss every time some of them hang out whether someone’s getting gulped or not

LOVE tjis... like maybe at a new years party or something, they all meet up hoping to have a nice party, but everyone KNOWS and takes it as an inevitability that at a few of them of their friends are gonna end up getting melted by the nights end. It'd start off like any other party, everyone catching up and mingling with each other, but as the night goes on, inhibitions would start getting looser as someone brings out some alcohol. It'd start off fairly okay, playing games, beer pong, truth or dare, ect, but as the party goers got more and more drunk, the stakes of these games would get higher, taking a shot would graduate to strip down to your underwear, to letting someone get a get a taste of you, before someone finally decided daring to up the stakes, daring another person to stick their arm down their friends throat, which they would quickly do, everyone watching encouraging it with whoops and hollers of approval. At this point, most people would be pretty wasted, and someone would finally dare another person to get let themselves be eaten. Maybe they'd be a bit apprehensive at this dare, but a mixture of alcohol, and the other party goers urging, they'd relent, soon finding themselves sliding down a slick, wet throat, befkre curling up inside their friends alcohol filled gut, the people watching erupting as they watch the last of their friend be sealed away inside another's stomach. I imagine a bunch of hijinks like this would happen at a party where vore is pretty normal, some people hooking up, one deciding they'd rather have the other inside them in a very *different* way, massaging their stomach lovingly as they talk about how good they feel inside, an argument that bewteen two people ends with a satisfied belch as the pred slinks away to digest in peace, ect. By the next morning, people would start waking up with hangovers, a few people properly sloshed from the night before, while the people still solid start heading out, hoping to nurse their hangovers at home, and some needing to also get mew clothes after the nights activities.

I keed to like ACTUALLY write a story for this l or something cuz this doesn't do the justice I'd like.... but i hope you enjoy nonetheless...

[oddity036]

That rude ass neighbour that was revving his truck by our window last night? Oh, dont worry about calling the HOA about it, i have a feeling he wont be causing any more problems...

UUUrp-

[zephyranthes-the-acidic]

Oooph— urp—- listen, little one, I know you don’t know what’s going on. It’s obvious you don’t speak common. Just —- mmmphhh— I really need you to stop fighting so hard. It hurts and it’s hard to breathe when you’re pushing on my diaphragm like that. 

I know you’re scared and it burns, but we have to get through this desert and you’re the first prey I’ve seen in a week. I promise I’ll reform you once I reach the next city. I just need some calories to get me there. 

Ugh— please— please stop squirming. I can’t let you out. It’s far too late by now. My stomach is too powerful and it’s been empty for days. You’re already halfway there. Shhhh, just a little longer and you’ll go to sleep for a bit. I promise to give you coin to get back to wherever you were traveling to. Shhhhh—

Just rest. I can feel you losing strength. My stomach is really kicking into overdrive now. It’ll be quick. Not sure if you’ve got much space above the surface… fuck, you’re such a filling meal. C’mon, just relax and let me do the work. You’ll be the fuel and I’ll be the caravan. Yours is the easy part—

[chip-ism]

Cruel pred monologuing about how 'nobody will ever find you' and 'you're nothing but food now' only to pause when they feel a weird motion from their stomach and realize their prey is getting off to it.

[vorekody]

Happy (almost) Valentine's day

[sneakyevillurker]

There's a LOT of stuff I love when it comes to vore, but by far, the thing that's always captivated me the most has been the aftermath of vore. The impacts that naturally come with devouring and digesting an entire person, stuffed guts, eagerly melting away its contents, the constant gurgles and groans as it works down an entire person down into mush. A big post-digestion belly, the weighty sounds of what's left of its meal sloshing away inside the overworked organ, the occasional burp beinging up an acid bleached piece of clothing, or other personal effects of the unfortunate meal. And don't even get me started on weight gain. UGHHG I can't get enough of it. An entire person, reduced down into nothing but extra chub, a slight muffin top when whoever ate them tries putting on their clothes, pants that they struggle to get over their newly fattened hips and thighs. Oughhh man i need get back to writing about this...

[bigfatwolf]

Drooling at the thought of keeping a cute flock of prey around and making all of them watch as I fatten one of them up over several months as my next meal then making them watch as I gobble their flockmate down and it leaves my belly swollen and heavy. They all gather around me and prod and poke at my bloated belly, feeling their friend wiggle and wobble until its nothing more than more fat on my belly. I tell them all to be good and fatten up nicely and they'll get to be my next wonderful meal~

[sneakyevillurker]

Going out and getting drunk on your birthday, only to end up getting digested by someone by the end of the night. Talk about getting sloshed....

[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

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"-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.

[hunter-creature]

You've always known I can eat a whole cow. You and every human has their eyes go wide when I smile at them. But I've resisted tasting you, I was worried it would scare you off. I fell in love with you and wanted you so close, but still I resisted. Then one day I woke up to you shouting, drenched. I had been licking you in my sleep and we both worked through it, but the worst part was I now knew your taste. It dug itself into my memory and I could not stop thinking about it. I should of pushed you away, but even more then keep you safe I wanted to keep you close. The next time it happened you were fully in my mouth by the time I woke up. I nearly panicked, but then I heard your moans riding my tongue. I wish I had willpower to spit you out. No, I wish I had the willpower to do this sooner. When I swallowed you started to squirm so desperately. Maybe you thought I wouldn't do it, but I would do it again and if I could. Now you're so close to me and I will savor your flavor and squirms, forever.

[intestinalemphasis]

You expected the pred's roommate to have just a little more sympathy for you. You were eaten against your will, after all.

Through the echo of groaning made by your new pink prison, you could hear them, conversing with the pred currently holding you captive. You were sure they were trying to question them, and that the pred was just as likely spinning the story, to seem like you were long gone and turned to soup now, that there was no way that you could be spit up. An excuse to let them keep you for good.

You had to state your disagreement. You protested against their tall tale, pressing and kicking against the walls of their stomach. The pred belched, inadvertently squeezing you tighter in their stomach, until your outline was just visible across their plump midsection for you to wriggle with livelihood. The proof was less in the pudding so much as it was in the pudge.

There was a pause of silence between them both, and you wondered if their roommate was contemplating their decision. It wasn't like you had anything else to tell their emotions by, aside from the muffled conversation.

"They still seem pretty alive, if you ask me."

"I- ...well, I mean, uh..."

"They sure are trying to put up quite a fight in there..."

You couldn't see their faces, but you knew the roommate had bent closer to you, because another pair of hands squished into the sides of your slimy chamber, as their voice rumbled,

"Just the way I like it..."

There was another wet gurgle around you, as the pred burped again. You groaned as you were sloshed against the stomach walls by a pair of hands.

"So feisty and tough...you're a keeper, that's for sure. I'm gonna have so much fun watching them make a meal out of you..."

Hands were poking and prodding and jiggling you around, and you were sure, with a sinking feeling in your chest, that neither one of them had any intention of letting you go...

[hexxmyex]

Just a vore dump

[sneakyevillurker]

I think a really underutilized vore idea is preds with multiple stomachs! You got preds like nagas and centaurs, who usually have 2 different stomachs in art/stories involving them, one that can hold people, and one that digests them. It's a really fun idea of a pred like this eating a group of people, sending a bunch of them down into their actual stomach to melt them into mush, but havibg to leave a few in their holding stomach until their friends have melted down a but more. Imagine how loud it'd be, listening to all the muffled yelling, groaning, and churning happening just below you, knowing that soon enough you'll be in that same spot. Oughh man I love it !!!

[vorekody]

Alonso stomachs are so messed up but I wanna be in there with a bunch of people and just end up being the last to get sucked into the digesting one

Sounds fun !