#micro vore

[itsmoving]

i think he deserves it.

[thebearhungers]

I'm gonna go ahead and put you in my belly now. Bye.

[redbloodonmylips]

Tfp Soundwave vore headcanons.

Currently thinking 'bout tfp Soundwave vore headcanons because I was heavily inspired by gorgeous @automatonne (sorry for the ping, I hope, I didn't disturb you! I'm just in love with your hc's and I want to pay credit for inspiration.)

TW: fatal, cruelty, sadism (I guess).

I'm new to transformers fandom, so I can be wrong in designations, sorry.

- Most often, Soundwave, on Megatron's orders, devours those who have infiltrated Nemesis. After all, he is his loyal officer, and he must do his job to eliminate violators properly.

- In my opinion, Sound also can devour someone out of interest because in my perception, he is not only Megatron's loyal scout, but also a creature who treats people with a cruel and cold interest.

- He can swallow a prey right away, or examine it for a long time, record different sounds it makes, check it reaction and the vocal range of screams — and all because morality are alien to him as a concept. Sometimes he chews on his prey, but more often he swallows they whole, it's more convenient for him.

- In order to eat, his screen shield splits in two, exposing a deep cleft of his maw and a long black tongue. Soundwave holds his prey with his tentacles: he likes sense of fear that his prey feels because of it. It's much more frightening to be held by a tentacle than by a hand, you know.

- Soundwave consumes quite a lot of energy, which is why he is very familiar with the feeling of dissatisfaction of hunger. His tank is quite loud in those moments.

- Basically, his tank sounds low and drawling. Sometimes it scares other decepticons. It is unlikely that he, in all his emotionlessness, is capable of feeling shame, however.

- If you hear a long, drawn-out "uuuurgggle..." above your head and see a tentacle slowly approaching you, there's no help for you. He's hungry, and if that's the case, he'll get to the desired snack anyway.

- When the victim actively struggles and resists, he may make a sound resembling a burp: after all, he may also accidentally swallow air.

- Indigestion doesn't come to him very often. However, if this happens, he displays a sad smiley face on the screen, but otherwise tries not to notice the discomfort.

- He feels a strange sadistic satisfaction from the way the victim squirms inside of him. There is no turning back, they are surrounded by total darkness and his stomach digestive solvents — and despise Soundwave's self-esteem is normal, he doesn't need to to assert oneself at the expense of others suffering, he likes feeling superior.

- His digestion is quite long and loud indeed process. Despite the high energy consumption, he tries to distribute it slowly so that it lasts for a longer time.

- Soundwave records the entire digestion process. Sometimes he just likes to listen to these recordings, and sometimes he uses them for mockery.

- Sometimes he mocks those who came for his comrades, reproducing their last cries of pain and agony in his gurgling tank.

[saturna-odd-zone23]

“Every time I come here, to this space, It’s always comforting to me.”

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 61)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (60) | Final Chapter/ Epilogue

Content Warning: soft vore/ endosoma, gore, fatality

Word Count: 3.1k

------ Chapter 61: The Deepest Layer of Hell ------

As Chester leaned over to test the king’s dish, he smelled Ronny. He didn’t know why, or how, since Ronny wasn’t present in the dining room. He sniffed closer and perceived that the prince’s scent was coming from the plate of pasta. He located the source and stabbed into one of the rigatoni noodles with curiosity. 

“No!” Eren gasped from below, almost inaudibly. Chester made eye contact with her and noticed her frantically shaking her head, silently pleading with him. He looked back into the noodle with renewed interest as he lifted it up. 

There he was: Ronny, smaller than an ant. He was barely a dot, like a flake of pepper, indiscernible if not for Chester’s superior olfactory capabilities. Chester barely managed to hide his surprise. Why was Ronny in the king’s dinner, miniaturized into nothing? He glanced over at King Richard. The brute was drooling over the tiny lady in his food, as expected, but appeared to be completely oblivious to the presence of his son. Chester had seen him eat enough people to know that he enjoyed terrorizing his prey before chowing down: He’d be tormenting Ronny if he intended to devour him. 

So why was Ronny here? If, by some odd twist, he’d been accidentally shrunk, he could cry out for help or run away. If he didn’t wish to be eaten, he could make himself known. That didn’t appear to be the case, and Eren’s reaction was not lost on Chester either. They were up to no good. He was certain of it. 

“Chester? Is there a problem?” King Richard questioned with impatience. Chester’s heart jumped into his throat. He had only a millisecond to make a snap decision. 

“No, sire,” Chester responded. He allowed the noodle with Ronny inside to slide off his fork back to the plate. “Oops.” 

“Then hurry up already,” the king growled. “I’m starving.” Chester picked out a different noodle and tasted it. 

“All clear,” he confirmed, and backed off, his heart hammering. He could scarcely believe what he’d just done, but the more he contemplated his decision, the more he knew it was the right one. If the prince was taking decisive action against his father, Chester wasn’t going to stop him, for he harbored no fondness for the ruthless king that ordered him to be flogged for his failures. A spark of hope ignited in his soul. If Ronny assassinated his father, and Chester won favor for allying himself with the successor in a critical moment, he had a chance to save Jackie. Chester excused himself from the dining room as soon as he was able, not wishing to be implicated in any plot in case the prince failed. 

Ronny panted from the stress, collecting himself after being dropped in a squishy mess. He slowly became aware that Chester had retreated without exposing him. However, he had little respite, burdened with the horrifying knowledge that he was about to be eaten alive. The giant began to dine on his dinner, impaling his massive fork into the pasta around Eren. He used more force than necessary, with the sole intention of frightening her. He poked her with the prongs, causing her to yelp, before scooping her up. Ronny peeked out and watched with horror as the giant’s mouth opened wide and engulfed her. He slurped her off the fork, savoring her rich flavor as he rolled her around in his mouth. 

Ronny clasped his own neck with discomfort as he watched the king swallow. The giant hummed with satisfaction, a thrumming roar, as his Adam’s apple bounced in a decisive stroke. Ronny had witnessed the king eat countless humans, and had indeed swallowed multitudes himself, yet the sight of a woman who was as big as a giantess to him being gulped down an even more massive throat produced within him a visceral reaction. He would sprint like a rabbit, if he wasn’t pinned down in his hiding spot with paralyzing fear. 

His insides lurched as the colossal fork collided against the bottom of the plate with an earsplitting screech. Metal scraped on porcelain and the eating utensil raised with a mountain of pasta noodles. The whole pile was ingested with startling speed, with minimal chewing as the goliath jaws flexed a few times in mastication before the food was sent down. 

The microscopic prince trembled. He didn’t consider the grisly possibility that he might get crushed by the giant’s molars. He may not even make it down to the stomach alive. Normally, Hardon wasn’t keen on chewing up the miniature people that he ate, preferring their frantic thrashing in his guts, but of course he wasn’t aware that live prey was currently present in his food. 

Ronny had barely processed this looming threat before the fork attacked again, this time skewering his pasta cave. The prince shrieked before quickly covering his mouth with both hands, desperate to stay quiet. He whined faintly as he flew up into the air, his stomach flip-flopping with dread. He looked out through the noodle entrance to behold a pair of titanic lips that stretched across his entire range of vision. The lips separated, opening to foul darkness. The food, along with Ronny, was thrust inside. 

Ronny belted out an involuntary scream. A barricade of teeth chomped down behind him. He jumped forward, out of the noodle as it slopped down into the pit. Ronny slapped onto a bumpy, squishy, slimy surface and struggled blindly to escape his fate as his mind overloaded with alarm. The wet carpet beneath him flexed in a rolling wave, and Ronny realized with horror he was laying on a gigantic tongue. The revelation was petrifying enough to freeze him in place. 

Whimpering uncontrollably, Ronny cranked his head back to observe the interior of the giant mouth. The roof of the mouth was ribbed and vaulted, as high above his head as the ceiling of a grand cathedral. The teeth were as big and craggy as boulders, crashing together as they demolished the pasta into paste in a mushy cacophony. Ronny’s skin gave off just enough of a magical glow to illuminate the enclosure of moving red flesh and bone around him. He bounced on the tongue as the enormous jaws chewed with chaotic, jerky motions. 

The muscular tongue shifted with sentient purpose, rubbing and sloshing against him. A wave of saliva swept him up and oscillated in the cavernous maw. The tongue reared up and slammed against him, squishing him into the enormous molars with shocking force. Ronny felt like he would pop under the strain; he harnessed all his willpower not to squirm, sucking in a deep breath before he was submerged by the wet wall of meat. He realized, with horror, that the giant was tasting him. 

Did he know? Could he recognize the taste? Ronny didn’t have time to think as the huge tongue wrestled him down into the ridge of gums. By sheer luck, he narrowly avoided getting wedged between two teeth. The pressure was unbearable, but the prince knew he’d be discovered if he struggled. He let out a soft wail as the taste buds raked his bare skin, leaving behind a thick film. Fortunately, the tongue relented, and Ronny gasped for breath as he was scooped up by the fleshy mass and backslid along a trail of saliva and processed pasta. 

“MMMMMMMM,” the giant sighed, rumbling the cavity like an earthquake. A gust of breath whooshed over the prince, and he understood with apprehension that he was approaching the base of the tongue. He raised himself up, bedraggled and saturated with filth, to behold the massive gullet yawning above him. A current of moist, malodorous air rose from the depths of the dark hole, hinting at just how far down the unplumbed chasm continued. Ronny involuntarily shuddered. 

The saliva and chewed-up slop pooled around him and started to suck back with a grotesque slurp. Ronny cried out as he realized what was happening, but was powerless to halt his descent as he slid down into the hungry black abyss below. He caught a final glimpse of the gates of fearsome teeth, the curved palate at the top, and the dangling uvula before the passageway of the throat closed around him and gulped down the mushy bolus, with Ronny mixed inside. 

Ronny, lubricated with a thick coat of spit and mucus, slid down the slippery pipeline with minimal resistance. He was so miniscule that the squeezing ripples of muscle hardly compressed him at all. He screamed and cried with the knowledge that nobody would hear him over the sloshing of fluids and the throbbing of the giant’s gargantuan organs all around him. He felt like he was descending to the center of the earth, into the molten core, with how hot and dark and deep the channel became as he fell. The esophagus felt like it would never end. 

The heat increased, and Ronny believed he could hear gurgling, like boiling magma, in the void below. As he plummeted down, a pattern like a starfish appeared at the base of the tunnel and rapidly advanced towards him. He dropped into it, squeezing through the ring of muscle and then falling an alarming distance through open space. He splashed into a stinging sea that bubbled with vociferous energy, as if alive. 

Ronny broke; being eaten alive was too much for him to handle. He was in hell. He forgot his mission as his eyes were assaulted with the horrific imagery of wrinkled, pulsing walls of dripping red that stirred the frothing contents of the stomach into a whirlpool. He was too small to resist the flow as he rotated in a steady churn in the enormous chamber, lost and helpless. There was no way out; he was trapped. 

“Oh god! Help me! Get me out of here!” he wailed as he paddled and flailed pathetically in the digestive juices. “Help! Please!” He bumped into a half-digested chunk of an unrecognizable food item and yelled shrilly. The loud grumbling of the belly as it processed the giant’s dinner was loud and disturbing, drowning Ronny in a mess of noise and vibration. He felt like he was going to die. 

Suddenly, a voice called out to him from the darkness. “Ronny!” An immense glowing figure, like a gastric sea monster, waded towards him, parting the bubbles and bits of food in a wave before her. She wrapped her fingers around his small form gently and raised him out of the muck. “Are you okay?” 

“No!” Ronny bawled. “This is horrible!” 

“I know. The first time is always the worst,” Eren replied soothingly. “But you’ll be okay. The magic will protect you from digestion. You won’t be harmed—physically, at least.” Her features softened with sympathy. 

Though she was trying to comfort him, her words were a sickening punch to the gut for the prince. He’d inflicted this exact torture on hundreds of humans throughout his lifetime, without a second thought. He felt even worse when he thought of Tanya, and how he had swallowed her in a terrible betrayal, leaving her to marinate in his belly for hours. Really, he deserved to suffer. Yet, she had the kindness in her heart to forgive him. His appreciation for her blossomed all the more. 

Eren held Ronny while they were in the giant’s belly, doing what she could to calm him down. He was especially spooked when King Richard spoke. The reverberation of his bass voice caused the pathetic little prince to cower and cover his ears. Eren placed her hand over him protectively. She might not be so kind to him when he was big, but when he looked so frightened and small she couldn’t help but take pity on him. 

A few hours passed, with Ronny barely holding himself together. The time came for Eren to leave, as the giant king swallowed down the rope to let her out. “Sorry, Ronny. I must go,” she said, lowering him down into the acid pool. She released him into the foul waters and grasped the rope with both hands. 

“Don’t leave me in here alone,” Ronny squeaked with alarm. “Please!” 

“Be brave, Prince Ronny. And good luck.” Eren was hauled up, until she squished through the entrance to the stomach and disappeared from sight. Ronny floundered in the gastric soup, his heart sinking like a stone. The giant shifted his body, producing choppy waves of acid that nearly pulled the prince under. 

Time crawled by at an agonizingly sluggish pace. Ronny grew fatigued from swimming and straining to stay afloat in the acid, constantly swirled by restless muscular contractions. He was too tiny for his feet to touch the bottom, and the stomach lining was too slick to provide any stability. He was already afraid, but the long, exhausting hours inside the reeking, throbbing sack wore him down to a nub.  

A new, insidious fear wormed its way into his psyche. What if Milton was wrong about the shrinking potion? What if the effects were permanent, or lasted days? He might never grow back. He might die in here. He was trembling not only from fear, but from weakness, as he labored to stay afloat in the circular current. Drowning, a demeaning and awful death, was a real possibility. 

As his energy reserves dwindled, Ronny observed that the digested food was draining out of the stomach, through another exit. He mustered all his remaining strength to swim away, but he got caught in the current and dragged down. With a nasty slorp, he was sucked down with the rest of the giant’s processed dinner into his intestines. 

Ronny cursed venomously as he tumbled through a large tube and plopped into a fold of intestinal lining. He sprang to his feet, only to slip in bile and smack back down into a forest of wiggly tubular protrusions. He broke out into incoherent screams and sobs. He was at his limit. He didn’t care about anything anymore, except getting out. 

“Tanya! I’m sorry Tanya!” he howled, tearing at his scalp. He felt like a total failure. This was his punishment, if he died a miserable death in this gross pit. His sanity was slipping. The rancid, harsh fumes were making him delirious. His throat was dry and hoarse from screaming so much. He believed his time was up; something had gone terribly wrong. The magic potion had failed him, cursed him, and he was going to die in here, wallowing in viscous fluids. 

He pounded the folds of flesh and villi with his fists in pure agony. “Tanya!” he repeated in a garbled sob. That was the worst part of the whole debacle. He wouldn’t be able to save her. He had failed to protect her. 

He recoiled into a ball as King Richard spoke in a blaring voice that vibrated the hollow space. The king was belittling him, mocking him for his insignificance, as if he knew exactly where Ronny was. He was sure of it. “LEON, I’M DONE WITH OFFICIAL BUSINESS FOR THE DAY. I WISH TO RETIRE TO BED WITH MY DARLING TANYA.” His purr of pleasure was as loud as a rockslide. 

“NOOO!” Ronny caterwauled to nobody. He was helpless to stop him. He could only imagine the filthy giant fingering her, rolling her nude body in his hands as he leered lecherously down at her. How scared she must be, her tiny face frozen in a look of horror. Ronny punched and kicked the rippling, dripping walls with frustration. “STOP IT!” 

A hot spark snapped inside him. Ronny bristled, placing his hand over his gut. The burning spread outward, tingling with pins and needles in an increasingly intense sensation. His bones popped and crunched like twigs and leaves underfoot. He grunted as his limbs contorted and his innards spasmed with a gush of pain. All at once, his body exploded outwards. He felt tremendous pressure on all sides as he outgrew the loop of intestines he was ensconced in, until with a sickening pop he burst through. He shredded the giant’s organs in an instant, tearing and ripping with extraordinary momentum. A cage of ribs momentarily constrained him before it shattered to pieces, spilling guts in all directions. 

Ronny suddenly found himself back to his normal size, in clean, fresh, cold air, thoroughly drenched in blood. He blinked and looked down. He was sitting on a couch in his father’s study, surrounded by strips of raw meat, loose chunks resembling ground beef, blood, and broken bones. The king’s body had bloomed like a carmine flower, leaving no corner of the room untouched by sanguine splatter. His face was unrecognizable, as was most of his form. A severed limb, still mostly intact below the shoulder, lay on the couch with the hand facing up. Tanya sat in the limp hand, dumbfounded. 

“Tanya! Tanya, are you alright?” Ronny cried, reaching for her with lurid crimson hands. She shrieked, stopping the prince in his tracks. Leon, who was standing nearby, scooped Tanya up defensively. 

“Oh my,” the advisor choked incredulously. “Prince Ronny? Is that you?” The disheveled prince was hardly discernible under the excessive layers of gore. 

“Y-yeah...” Ronny murmured. He flinched as a menacing figure approached him in his peripheral vision. He turned to face the threat, only to witness Ajax lower himself to his knee in a bow. 

“My king,” the guard stated.  

Ronny’s eyelids fluttered with confusion. “Right. I am king now.” 

“Yes...” Leon agreed. “Um... Your Majesty... why don’t we get you cleaned up? And then we can... discuss things...” He gulped, scarcely maintaining his composure. 

Ronny nodded. “Yes. Yes. That sounds like a good idea.” He shifted, wincing at the squelch of fluids beneath him. He gave Leon a very intense look. “Things are going to change a lot around here.” 

“Indeed.” 

“I don’t know the first thing about being king, or ruling a kingdom, as my father never trusted me enough to teach me properly. But you do, Leon. I’m going to need your help.” He held out a sopping wet hand. “Please.” 

Leon hesitated. His eyes scanned King Richard’s obliterated corpse with fresh understanding as he grasped what Ronny had done. He looked back up at the prince with hardened determination and firmly clenched the new king’s hand, christening his own hand in the blood of the old order. “Of course.” 

Final Chapter/ Epilogue

Tag List: @tinycoded360 @yummynomms @maybeiamdownbad

[itsmoving]

hey what time of day is best to meet @dinnergirl? ate o clock.

anyway, timothy.

[mpreghotties]

So Spiderman stole Scott’s pym discs (Shrink ray disks), shrank Scott and Cap, and threw them inside Hawkeye’s stomach. Hawkeye then develops a taste for being a pred and now teams up with Spiderman to Vore all of the evil mafias in New York

[thebearhungers]

I read a vore story set in a world where convicts were selected at random to be shrunken down and made into delectable living treats for people. Covered in chocolate and sold as candy with a nice sweet-and-savory flavor combination.

Super hot scenario, totally jerked off to it, though I personally wouldn't need my shrunken prey to have a criminal background in order to feel comfortable swallowing them. Anyone would do.

The thought of sitting down on an empty stomach with a hundred or so little guys spread out before me, scarfing them down one-by-one and feeling them squirm around in my belly until I'm packed to the brim with nothing but little people all getting gurgled up... unf.

[smallhorses]

A commission for Twilight Sparkle and Cuteamena!

(Featuring Cutea's bow, to indicate Twilight's last meal and who Pinkie might find when she gets swallowed ❤️)

[intestinalemphasis]

Pred couple that gets each other fresh prey for Christmas, getting them bound and gagged and nicely wrapped up under the Christmas tree 🎄

Pred couples slowly feeding each other tiny preys they made into stocking stuffers 🎁

[hiredpencil]

Voretober 14: Pool

I went a little ham with the markers on that stomach lining because I wasnt satisfied with the way it looked in black and white

[redbloodonmylips]

So, yesterday I wanted to share my thoughts 'bout this, and now I managed to have some time to do it.

Knock Out vore script; alternative version of this canonical event.

TW: fatal vore.

What if Knock Out decided not to kidnap Nate, but just devour him. The reason is quite predictable: racing takes a lot of energy, and from irritation and hunger, as well as the desire to mock Bumblebee and Jack he could well devour Nate, then transforming and driving away at full speed.

Looking at Nate with hungry eyes, Knock Out would've feel his stomach gurgling and contracting. It's been a while after something decent entered his system. Not as human teen is at least half-decend though, but it's at least something. Of course, organic life can create an indigestion, but hey, if Knock Out wants something, he will get it without second thought.

«Ah, puny human being. Such a shame that I'm too hungry to keep you as test subject for my lab. Hey, Bumblebee, watch me swallowing your human friend! Want to get him out? Ah, too bad, my digestive solvents will turn him into pure energy for my gorgeous form too quickly~»

(Poor Bumblebee and Jack would've be forever traumatized X"D)

Of course, puny human being decided to fight away, put even gracious Knock Out is much bigger than some fleshy teen — and soon his stomach digestive solvents drowned Nate with loud gurgling.

Getting back on Nemesis, he would be scolded by Starscream, obviously, but at least his sadistic shiny bumper had fun.

It's not fun to belch and experience heartburn though.

But who cares? Indigestion is part of his daily life.

[starbird96]

Commission vore comic ✨✨

[r4bbitears]

Big bunny lady :>

[smallhorses]

Commission for Cuteamena!