#samesize

[voretwink]

Adam winced as his gut let out a very deep whine of indigestion, the baritone groan being punctuated with a bubbly gurgle. The shifting meat settled as Adam felt his brown eye suddenly begin to pucker, winking against his red briefs before gaping open. With the pink flesh exposed, a bout of flatulence passed through the ex-jock’s colon. A gust of the most rancid air imaginable boomed out of Adam’s hole, blowing past his sweaty ass hairs and leaving a slight stain in his briefs from it’s putrid stank. His guts loudly whined once more as Adam gagged at the scent of his insides. The random twink he had swallowed at the gym days again was still giving him foul indigestion, and his gut felt like it still contained the partially digested upper half of the poor thing. He still felt full, both seeing and hearing the clanging of the boy’s bones in his gut, and he kept belching up the meaty, irony taste of half digested boy (along with the smell). Now Adam could only wait as he felt the lower portion of the boy begin to siphon through his intestines, which proved to be a rather loud and uncomfortable process.

[boycrazedboy]

Can't stop thinking about an alternate world where basically everyone can do vore, in a similar way to how everyone technically can commit theft or vandalism at any time, only with some evolutionary differences to make the act physically possible.

And in that world, vore is controversial as fuck.

Some cultures consider it a "barbaric" practice and have long banned it, training kids while young to not do it. Some others consider it a right, a biological necessity, even, especially for teenagers and young adults who are the most prone to impulsively eating their peers. So while it is discouraged - for instance, you'll be expelled from a college/university if you are found to repeatedly eat other students- you won't go to jail for it.

Many places have spiritual and cultural practices which manage the number and frequency of those eaten, but in a world of secularisation, what is there to stop people from eating others? Or make them?

The studies are very conflicting over whether or not vore is biologically necessary. While many suggest it contributes to mental well-being, whether it is better for physical health vs. just eating a balanced diet is a matter of ongoing debate.

People may have more children to compensate, expecting at least one to be eaten at some point. Given how large humans can stretch to eat, it means people can safely be pregnant with far more kids, so sextuplets aren't unusual. Perhaps to ensure their safety, humans come out a little more developed; so pregnancies can last far longer depending on certain circumstances. Pregnancies lasting three years or more are not usual.

Maybe you live in a country where it's legal to vore, but highly disapproved. Maybe in your university you might get expelled for slipping up even once. But maybe a fellow student is from a family which donates so much to the university that they couldn't expel a member of that family even if they wanted to. Even if that "kid" is literally eating their way through the rest of the student body.

Even though our bodies are designed to cope with the massive, simultaneous influx of meat, maybe they aren't designed to keep going as normal when digesting. Maybe predators can't actually support the weight of their bellies unless they work out enough to do that. Or maybe they hibernate. Or maybe mobility devices for preds are common- wheeled platforms, modified rollators, spacious scooters, and reinforced wheelchairs are available to whoever can afford them.

There might be regular protests outside of businesses which refuse to deal with an out-of-control predator. Or outside of government buildings to make the practice illegal. Or maybe in places where it's completely banned, hoards of "would-be"* predators are the ones protesting.

*let's be real, if you had the ability, would the law stop you?

Maybe people take holidays to places in which vore is legal, leading to an initial population drop, but then a massive influx of cash when the locals figure out how to exclusively pit the tourists against eachother. Maybe some locals even specialize in pickpocketing the meat-drunk preds when they're too busy eating or basking in the glow of fullness to notice their wallet being pinched.

Maybe in some places public vore is treated like exhibitionism, so it's only legal in private.

Maybe in others, the prey needs to consent, leading to a huge and impossible-to-prove issue of faked prey-consent forms.

I'd think in most places, going out with a writhing, full, post-vore belly will garner you dirty looks from the people who're against it. Maybe you'd even get harassed for it- at the risk of the person stupid enough to harass a pred, especially if it's in a place where it's legal.

Maybe some people have a strict pred-eat-pred policy, where they only target preds, viewing committing the act of vore as a waiver. Maybe those pred-eat-pred people only target preds who DON'T eat preds, as a form of vigilante justice.

[nomstellations]

New Year's Kiss

New Year's Eve was here, and while the party you had been invited to was plenty fun...but you didn't expect your crush to be here, so you've spent the past few hours nervously hanging around. You've always wanted to ask them out, you've gotten to know them and at some point you had developed that fluttery feeling in your chest whenever you two were close. It'd be rude not to talk, but who knew how long you could keep yourself together before you made yourself look like an idiot, especially with a drink or two in you...

But maybe that was just what you needed. A little bit of boldness...if all went well, they could be your new year's kiss! You could start the new year dating someone you really liked...and if you didn't do it now, when would you? Bolstered by both the alcohol and your master plan, you sought out your crush amongst the crowd and the loud music. By the time you found them, the countdown was about to start.

Ten! Nervously, you approached and told them you had something to tell them. Nine! Their eyes went wide with surprise when you confessed your crush to them. Eight! With a warm smile, they also admitted that they have had their eye on you for a while. Seven! You wanted to ask if they could be your new year's kiss, but the sentence got stuck in your throat.... Six! ...but it seemed like they understood what you wanted, and nodded anyway. Five! You both leaned in, and you couldn't help but close your eyes... Four! But you didn't get a normal kiss. You got a kiss much, much deeper than you thought.

Humid warmth embraced your face, and the entirety of your head too! Before you could really process what was going on, quick and hungry gulps rang out around you and started working you down their gullet. The sounds of their body muffled the music and counting from outside, but they were hungry enough to get you spilling out into their stomach just as the clock struck midnight.

Happy cheers ringing in the new year sounded out from beyond your fleshy prison, and you were spending it inside your crush's- no, your new partner's gut. Turns out they felt even more strongly than you...while it was unorthodox, you couldn't be happier for what was to come.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

I decided to put all the parts of the Farmer pred story together so it's easier to read. Enjoy~

Hm, something odd about that farmer boy who just moved to town. I swear it seems like his appearance changes sometimes. Like he's bigger, sharper, he's always... off.

I happened to see him from my window - certainly not spying or anything - he was fishing, and he'd just caught one of some kind, not something I would be able to identify. It was one of those times where he looked different, I can never place what it is exactly. With his other catches, he dropped them into a cooler, but this one he hesitated, eyeing his surroundings. I don't know what he was looking for, but no one else was outside - only I would witness what he did next.

With an urgent swiftness, he had that fish halfway past his lips, and mind you, this was no mere mackerel, but some other large aquatic inhabitant. I could only stare in shock, with some other unknowable emotions brewing in my chest, while I watched that fish disappear into the farmer.

Since then, I can't help but notice his odd glances towards my fellow villagers. He doesn't know I saw him that day, but I'm not sure there's reason to fear if he did. The farmer is strange but kind - I have hope that he won't harm anyone despite his growing agitation. His efforts in the town speak not of a monster.

Growing closer to the farmer wouldn't cloud my judgment - surely I began this friendship in order to investigate his oddness, but he reciprocated in turn. There's no harm in befriending this creature that the farmer is, often I find myself drinking into the night with him as company, surely there is nothing to fear from him.

Right?

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Drunkenly, I push myself up from the bar, stupidly grinning as I watch my friend take his leave. Stumbling to take a look around, I'm surprised to see only one other patron left in the bar, he who's been standing in the corner all night. A tipsy blush paints his face as he looks up to the tender, who informs him it's late. My drunken mind manages to agree with this, and I head out the door into the chilled night.

The cold is sobering, and something in the night brings my instincts to attention. They’re reminding me of my hunger. My attempts to ease my appetite have been thwarted, no tuna nor slime seems to quell that ache anymore. No, it craves something more.

Stepping behind a tree, I watch the dark river pass and listen to the soft trickle of water... Until I hear a gradual sound of shuffling steps come following up the stone path. A sound I've grown familiar with. Peaking around the tree, I see the lone patron from the bar, stumbling towards his home- a sight I see practically every night.

My hunger always brings me here, watching the potential prey who would be oh so easy to snatch. So far, I've been resistant, but I feel it will soon be inevitable. Flexing my claws, my hunger begs me to stalk, to pounce from behind. It's all I can do but to keep myself back, only watching as he slowly disappears up the path.

One of these days, I'm not going to be able to stop myself…

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Hauling the cooler up over my shoulder, I start a slow jog headed off the beach. It's late, the cold night air telling of autumn. The cooler sloshes with It's contents- today's catch swimming around the meager water within.

Crossing the bridge and rounding the corner, my jog slows to a halt. There he is again, taking his sweet, drunken time with his night walk home. Lowering the cooler from my shoulder, a clawed hand comes to grasp my aching middle. It's been months now since I've had a taste, moving here from the city, that was the main motivator. Less prey to agitate my hunger. It seems I can't hold it off forever, though.

The cooler slips from my hand, falling to the dirt path with a thud. My prey is alerted to the sound, turning to see only the cooler lying in the road. My body moves on its own accord, sick of the hunger plaguing it. Before the cooler had reached the ground, I was slinking behind the bushes, hidden in their shadows. My prey, too drunk to realize the danger of his situation, continues towards his home while I stalk him from the brush.

It isn't until reaching the edge of his land that I make my move. Sneaking from the shadows, my visage now that of a monster's, I crawl towards him, closing the gap between us until…

The front door opens, light washing the landscape in its pale yellowness. At the first click of the door, I had already slunk back into the shadows, watching as my prey's relative scolds him for being so late. With the scene unfolding in front of me, my sense gradually return, and I sink back into the shadows to retrieve my forgotten cooler…

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I've been finding myself here, nearly every night since I followed him. Staring into the dark room, so close to the glass, I can feel it's chill. He's clueless, the drunk, sleeping away in his messy bed. I doubt he'd notice my shadow darkening the moonlight if I were to stand, and if I were to open his window, would he notice the wind flying into his room?

My cravings have only gotten worse, yet I've managed to keep myself contained thus far. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Desperately, I've been trying to come up with an alternative- slime nor fish have helped, so I thought to try my hand at hunting a larger animal, but unfortunately my instincts are less interested in helping me catch such prey. No, they only hunger for that which lies sleeping inside the room, the creature I can't tear my eyes from: a human.

The only option I've turned up is to simply eat. But I dare not bring harm to anyone in my new home; not only would such a disappearance be devastatingly obvious, I care for my fellows who live here. I don't know if it's the hunger plaguing my mind, but the idea that I can 'just have a taste' and not actually hurt him seems to have wormed into my skull. Even if I eat him, then release him later, would that do anything to ease my cravings?

Unsure if I'm in control anymore, my claws reach towards the window…

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With ease, the latch lifts, and the breeze blows open the window, sending the autumnal air into the room. Testing my earlier questions, I stand to full height, my deformed shadow darkening the room like a storm. No change comes from the room's owner, his snores still quiet and steady. Squeezing in through the opening isn't easy, I doubt it would be simple even if I weren't in this monstrous form. Despite my desperate struggles to enter the room, my movements are near silent, hardly a disturbance as I pull myself from the narrow opening.

Staring down at the sleeping drunkard, looming over his bed, my hunger draws me nearer with every moment, mouth watering at the promise of flesh. I only stop once I'm hovering just above his face, so close his gentle breaths cause sway to my bangs. The scent of prey surrounds me, drool trails from my lip, and my tongue caresses a fang. My claws demanding action spring onto his shoulders, maw widening over his head as he's jolted from slumber.

He's left with no time to process as I clamp jaws around his neck, his head engulfed by flesh. Delight courses through me, urging me to continue my meal, telling me how foolish I was to think I'd get away with only a taste.

I've clambered onto the bed to sit over my prey, with height advantage I grasp hold of his arms to swallow more of him down, greedily consuming as much as I can at once. Hardly stopping to adjust, I hoist him from his covers, his boozy flavors hazing my mind. Swallowing around his middle, his light, rotund, pudge melting on my tongue, some part of me manages to acknowledge the curious lack of struggle from my prey, yet it is swept away by the need to devour.

Lifting him high as I can, I push more of him into my throat, gulping down his meatier parts and leaving the thinner part of his legs still outside. By now, he has begun to enter my stomach, simultaneously quelling and fueling my hunger as the weight of being prey-filled grows. The last few swallows are bliss as my mouth clears, prey traveling down my throat to my bulging center.

Left kneeling on the bed, stomach distended and warm, mind fuzzy from fullness, my attention focuses to the orb in my lap. Running a hand over it incites a few small movements from within, yet nothing like the struggles of fear ridden prey I've had before. Something about it greatly disappoints my predatory side. Still, I huff with pleasure, the growing ache that's been in my center for months finally at an end…

[extremecuddlingdragon]

Whoops immediately drew one of my new characters in something like this

If you can’t read the text it says “Y’all stop struggling. It’s safe.”

[loveandvore]

Day 17: Drink

Normally, a vampire moth wouldn't feed off another bug... But when everyone is roughly the same size, even a tarantula has enough blood to spare for a thirsty moth~

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

I am obsessed with the expression on the Raja-Krodha, it looks like you caught it eating shredded cheese out of the bag at 3AM. They are primordial and divine beings, the incarnation of the malice people attribute to predators to deny that it's in themselves. The tragic foil in the grand play of life, thier actions practically define taboo, though they revel in their fate as villain manifest. If you try to cheat your own fate they inspire incredible fear in you. Same when they shapeshift back into thier own form (tall but around human-sized), for they can turn into any roughly human shaped/sized creature at will. They have innate magic to turn invisible, create illusions, speed themselves up, and cause you to question your faith and morality. Most of its abilities make you struggle to focus, even failing to remember something about them can supernaturally distract you. Oh, and they can swallow people whole. Even creatures thier size or slightly bigger. If you're into samesize vore, a monster finally has you covered!

[heyitschartic]

Changer when the sameser enters the function

[wholegrainvore]

i just like the idea of samesize preds being super chill with tinies because they prefer their food to be much bigger. this is my best friend hes 5 inches tall so id never eat him in my life. you on the other hand, the person whose head i would struggle to wrap my lips around, look like a snack.

[boycrazedboy]

TW : VORE. Samesize. Some sexual stuff/adult themes. Fatal vore. Multiple prey.

Okay but can you imagine being that rich kid who can't get kicked out of uni no matter how many other students you eat?

You show up to class hungry because you know you can grab a snack during class, and your lecturer (and the other students) just have to put up with their class shrinking.

You grab the student next to you and swallow them down while the tutor anxiously watches on. They falter, losing track of their lesson because they can't keep their eyes off your growing, bulging gut.

Your noisy stomach is hanging down between your parted knees, resting on the edge of your seat. Shouting can still be heard within you, the vibrations of their voice resonating through your insides and tickling you, and the lecturer has to raise their voice slightly to be heard over the noise. While your victim thrashes, they hit the underside of your desk and scatter your pens and notebooks, which are all very difficult to pick up on your own due to your cumbersome size.

A few minutes pass, and then collective sigh of relief is let out when the thrashing finally stops.

Your stomach moans again, and you could still do with more. There's always the student on the other side of you. A big, thick lad, who introduced himself as... George? Maybe? His bare arms were meaty with muscle and fat, making you salivate.

But you shouldn't. You're full enough to focus on the class, and if you eat someone else you'll end up getting distracted by the size of yourself. And then you'll keep wanting more.

Your stomach moans again, insistent.

You haphazardly make some notes, writing down what little you actually heard from the lecturer over your own gluttony, trying to distract yourself. But in a blink you find yourself lunging to grab the student you were eyeing up.

Maybe he's a little bigger than the one before, or maybe his screaming was so loud it surprised you, but one way or another it took you a little more time to get his head in your mouth. However, the moment your throat was wrapped around his head, his fate was sealed.

The lecturer stops talking entirely because this student's screams are far too loud to talk over, so he leans back on his desk and patiently waits. He's trying not to stare, and in a very clever move, subtly shields his groin from view using his lecture notes. It looks very natural, one arm held by the other, but it doesn't fool you.

All heads have turned to look at you now. You've fully held up the lecture. While the student's torso descends down your throat, slowly working to his hips, you spy a cutie among the sea of irritated, disgusted, aroused, afraid or bored faces- a pretty boy with carefully maintained black curls- and wink at him. You're not sure he saw it, though, because he'd looked away almost as soon as he'd met your gaze. Is he shy? Afraid? Not that into you? Whatever, you can flirt later.

You finish gulping the second student down and let out a thunderous burp.

"You done?" The lecturer asks, red-faced but not angry.

You burp a second time, and someone's pencil flies out of your gullet and wetly bounces off your desk, a slinging a small thread of saliva onto the student sitting in front of you. They flinch slightly at contact, but stay motionless otherwise. They were probably too afraid of drawing your attention to let themselves move now.

You look at the lecturer and nod, happy with your meal for now. They continue the lesson.

You don't pay much attention to the rest of the class. The size of your gut distracts you. With two whole people bubbling away inside you, your gut hangs low, and you can feel the hairs on your skin gently brushing against the carpet.

Your newer occupant gets comfortable, and stops moving. Or, more realistically, has ran out of oxygen.

But there's plenty of movement. Your gut is working hard to start digesting your prey, muscles contracting and shifting the mass in your gut to the optimal position and covering it with stomach acid. You can feel and see your prey getting moved inside you, and the twitching underside of your gut rubs against your pulsing groin.

While the class resumes as normal, you feel eyes on you occasionally. Sometimes you'll catch your fellow students in the act of staring- some don't even bother to pretend like they weren't- but every time you start to turn your head a certain direction, you can see a head of curly hair quickly snap back to looking at the front of the room.

Your groin aches with need, your underwear is getting a bit wet, but, as far as your familial ties will get you, you won't be able to get away with jacking off in the middle of class. There are some rules you can't break, after all.

That said, if you happened to orgasm hands-free, nobody would notice. Or at least, nobody would be able to prove anything, not with so much covered by... Well, by yourself. You leaned back and drummed your fingers on your tight, misshapen gut, right over where the head and shoulders of one of your victims prey lie still.

You decide that if you wanted to cum, you'd probably need a third inside of you. And that could be left for another time. Maybe later that evening, maybe with the cutie who keeps staring at you when he doesn't think you're looking. You could eat someone else and then invite him over to play.

For now, there'd be no doubt everyone would be too afraid to sit near you for a while, but eventually they'd relax, and you'd be able to get a snack in class next time you needed it. Until then, you can settle for eating before and after class like everyone else.

The lecturer wraps up, and people start leaving. You'll have to figure out how to untangle yourself from your seat now. It'll be a long walk back to your dorm. Will there be any way to grab a bite to eat on the way? Your stomach growls.

[ghostsngarlic]

Pixie Problems

----Huge cw for samesize vore----

Anyways here is a fun little (15 page) comic of Magdalena and Varlyn experimenting with a pixie.

[nomstellations]

He sighed deeply, reclining back on the couch as the last of his meal slid down his throat. His stomach grumbled and burbled happily as its prey collected inside, spilling out onto his lap as they settled in. Closing his eyes, he rested his hands on his stomach and gently kneaded into it to massage it. His lover wanted a cozy day in with him- who was he to refuse?

Gently, his lover shifted and started rubbing at his stomach walls in response. They burbled almost happily in response, giving them a massage to match the one given externally. They would need to get up eventually, but neither of them had anything to do today until later...they could afford some time together. And their time together was always spent as close as they could possibly be, one safely tucked inside the other.

[were--ralph]

Broken down survey for easier comprehension

Are you into:

1) soft, micro, non-fatal vore

2) soft samesize non-fatal vore

3) soft micro fatal vore

4) soft samesize fatal vore

5) absorption vore (without orifice entry, think like what happens in JJBA Battle Tendency with Santana absorbing people through his skin)

6) vore through an orifice other than the mouth (urethra, anus, vagina, etc)

7) hard vore

8) cooking vore

5 and 6 could probably be further broken down into micro/macro and fatal/nonfatal but thats a lot of work I don't wanna do.

Basically soft vore is whatever, hard vore is a hard no, av is fun if its clean, cv is whatever, vore tf stuff is not for me

[extremecuddlingdragon]

Finally got around to digitizing this! This man gave me so much trouble.

[supernormalblogname]

🏃🌃 -nomstellations

hi !!!! tysm for the ask !!!!

🏃‍♂️ - Fast-paced scenes that cut straight to the chase or slow-paced scenes that observe details and/or have buildup?

ohhhh i think i'd have to say, in terms of writing I do like a slightly slower pace... the physical feelings and inner thoughts of the pred and the prey are quite important to me in vore... eating people or getting eaten is like. a kind of strange and crazy thing! i like when stories give it that sort of weight :]

if i had infinite drawing stamina my comics would be longer and more build-up-y .... but unfortunately i do not -_-;

🌃 - Same size or size difference?

size difference my absolute beloved... i can maaybe be chill with samesize in writing but not in artwork, but size difference is my best friend ❤ i love halfsize, i love quartersize, i love g/t .... not so much a fan of like. Micro prey, though. prey that can barely be seen. that is Too small

[freaky-mahito]

FUCKING INTRO PAGE

Hi freaks.

Uhh call me mahito cause I am mahito from jjk REAL!!!

(^^ in all seriousness please do not reality check me on that, I am an IRL and mentally ill)

he/him pronouns

Been existing for 19 years, pretty fireee

As my profile suggests, I am a cringey vore enjoyer....crazy stuff!!

I love size difference and hammerspace vore, I don't rlly vibe with samesize tbh,, all soft vore too, though I like fearplay, gooey digestion and both willing + unwilling prey. ALSO OBJECT VORE. EATING TRINKETS RAAAH!!!

I'm in a lot of fandoms but will mostly be posting stuff related to jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan and honkai star rail

uh..yeah feel free to follow for my day-to-day craziness and get a peep into all the deranged thoughts in my head. I post art sometimes too yea

minors dni