#implied fatal

[pineappleparfaitie]

a drawing based off the interactive story made by @notmyprey! Find it here

[vorekody]

Happy (almost) Valentine's day

[boy-fuel]

The hissing of acids against my skin as the stomach walls crush me tighter.

Letting out a little moan because this should be agony but it feels euphoric instead.

The strange primal satisfaction of being utterly destroyed.

I'd never expected it to be so soothing..

[wholegrainvore]

do NOT swallow nagas tail first!! directional friction means that it’ll be very difficult and you might even lose your lunch (hehehe)!

instead eat them headfirst, and once you’ve got their human half down your throat you’ll be AMAZED at how easily they slip down into your belly! the positioning of a naga’s scales makes it so that even if they’re trying hard to get back out, any sort of movement from them will just work them even quicker down your esophagus :)

um. any nagas reading this look away this is private

[acorncake]

can yyou draw more stuff with Sebastian as pred? Maybe someone purposely used the flash beacon on him while he was hungry and he decided to devour them as a form of compensation

Dumb expendables become food :]

[kinkynoms]

I love the idea of a pred assuming their prey has digested by then but feels a sudden weak kick emulate from their gut

[vorekody]

Wanted to doodle out Soap participating in their favorite hobby of tricking novice monster hunters into getting eaten.

[nombitenary]

any regular foods chris likes to have with his prey?

His absolute favourite thing to have with prey is a nice cup of tea! Other favourites include cupcakes and cookies, along with gummy bears. Noodles and soups are also quite nice as far as he's concerned (though his sweet tooth usually influences his choice more than he'd care to admit).

[wholegrainvore]

pred who talks to you while you’re digesting but it’s kind of like when you get woken up in the middle of the night and you’re half asleep

he prods at his belly “you hanging on in there, little guy?”

“nn… hnmmn… huh??”

“aaw, poor thing. feeling sleepy?”

“mhmm… s’warm…”

“alright. well, you just settle down, then. I’ll take care of you.” he rubs his belly, and he can feel his prey curling up contentedly — it’s a sluggish movement, compared to how lively you were earlier. a gentle smile creeps onto his face.

[warmeclair]

Nothing like doing some casual shopping while you digest your prey

[acorncake]

The demons got me

[sillyromance]

Being swallowed whole is already an intimate experience. But I think being swallowed feet first has a very special meaning due to the opportunity to make eye contact with your pred just before you go down.

You're defensless, the major part of your body is already within your pred's digestive track - all you can do aside from speaking is stare down at that person who holds your life in their hands. You may send them a look of love and gratitude, glare at them furiously, plead them silently for sympathy - it depends on the circumstances. But what stays the same is a chance of one final conversation before their lips close behind you.

This steals "the point of no return" rank from the moment when a predator pushes a prey into their mouth and gives it to the very last dot because, when people are face to face, the pred can't help but acknowledge the prey; connection between them still remains which would be impossible if the prey was swallowed any other way. Plus, eating someone feet first is much harder than hands or head first for multiple physical and psychological reasons; the pred will always choose this kind of consumption intentionally since they have to either genuinely care about you or hate you with all their might if they want to see your face and hear your voice till the end.

Prompts:

- A romantic couple who always does feet first so they can check each other's emotions during the act in case something goes wrong.

- Two enemies fight; one loses and another devours them, prolonging the process as much as possible to enjoy fear written over their nemesis's face.

- Alternative: two foes respect each other deeply, and, since the defeated person has gruesome wounds they won't survive, the winner consumes them as an act of mercy and turns that person into a part of themselves, wishing to have a reminder of their relationships forever. When they have that last look, neither of them has hate in their eyes, only regret that destiny put them to serve opposing sides. Bonus points if, after they are one, the pred gets some changes in their appearance which indicate the events has taken place: magical tattoos, new eye/hair/body color, features which are unusual for their species (humans with scales/feathers or dragons with human eyes) etc.

- Two lovers are always forced apart (Romeo and Juliette style). They decide to stick together against all odds, and what can ensure their eternal union better than them literally fusing into one creature? The lovers choose to look each other in the eyes while the prey is being squeezed down their partner's gullet, cherishing their final moment as independent beings and saying goodbye.

- Two friends have to imitate a death battle and, since they both are a bit theatrical, they wish to make it look epic. Therefore, they conclude their "performance" with a dramatic scene where one of them is greedily swallowed by their opponent. Yet, as they exchange glances before the end of the show, some people in the audience can notice barely hidden amusement twinkling in both friends' eyes.

- A mute pred who can't explain to their prey that they mean no harm, yet the prey has to be hidden quickly, and the big guy tries to comfort the prey in the process, stroking them and locking eyes with the prey, hoping they will understand the pred's true intentions and stop resisting.

[vorekody]

Eated

[lesbianoms]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

“Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧

[wholegrainvore]

Gris internals reference :) @dinnergirl for scale

[kinkynoms]

Continued thing from my last post because I cant get it off my mind now

The skull being in the lower part of the preds gut, lodged in their large intestine. The prey getting handsy with their belly helped move things along but freaked out the prey. They’re sweating and nervous, their eyes frantically darting to the skull thats just sitting in the preds lower stomach…

Preys not so forward now that they realized what they’ve gotten themselves into…