#vore stuff

[bigdaddyguapo]

It’s all over now. Down the hatch.

Big daddy’s snack.

[roseytoesy]

Hi there. I’m a little shy since I’m on Anon right now and I want to say I love your ideas and whenever I come across your blog.

Anyway, I just finished writing something for Doey with vore themes kinda on AO3 and I do want to write more in the future. The fact that someone else likes Doey is really validating!

Do you have any more vore headcannons on Doey by any chance? Bonus from each boy’s perspective/approach?

Aw! Thank you for reaching out and I'd love to read what you've written if you want. Just send a DM mine should be open.

Of course I'm happy to keep rambling and I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking of him this way.

anyways! I do of course have more headcannons and even a little drawing just under the cut!

Doey likes to steal away the player for one on one time often

Its usually jacky and Kevin that demand the most attention when the player is inside

Despite Kevin pretending to hate the player he appreciates the coddling that he gets

Jacky loves to play with the player and they happily play back. making sure to tell the boys when things are getting to be too much.

Kevin loves rough housing, Jacky loves tickle fights and tossing their head around like a ball, and Mathew enjoys roleplay and making up stories or acting things out.

Its like a weird therapy after a while when the player is tired and encourages the boys to communicate and open up.

Sometimes if another toy finds Doey like this he's very obviously distracted and always keeps a protective hand on his belly.

Has eaten many of the other toys on scouting missions to bring them back safely to safe haven, or to protect them if they got hurt.

even when he's hit by a freezing trap his insides are a room temperature. of curse you can see the dough cracking on him due to the freezing.

Mathew and Jacky really love to mess with their doughy body. shifting into all kinds of stuff as they play. Kevin has been restricted to slightly smaller than normal due to his intense playing breaking something if he's not careful.

When one of the boys are craving (heh) some cuddle time they each approach a bit differently

Jacky usually bounds up and kinda lets himself fall onto the player. making sure they aren't hurt of course, but places his head into their hands and kinda lets himself "melt" into that touch. or on their shoulder etc. needy child needs attention dang it

Will follow the player like a lost puppy. and once they are alone will try and pull them into a hug. where they keep sinking into his soft belly until they are engulphed and then moved around, where Jacky happily embraces them.

Mathew does his best to go without it but you can tell when he stares for longer periods at the player or absentmindedly starts to hang around them more and more often. maybe even pulling them into hugs more often or having them sit in his lap during reading time.

Usually its the player that offers inside time for him, but they also make sure to give him some attention when the others have dragged them in for one on one time.

Mathew needs assurance that he's doing good, that despite his shortcomings in the past, he's doing his best now, and that's more than anyone can ask for in this insane time.

He makes sure to return the kindness with shoulder massages and ensuring you get a comfortable space to rest. and he can and has carried the player, who desperately needed rest, inside while he checks in around safe haven.

And of course Kevin. whos obviously more aggressive when he wants more attention, Doey becomes more easily agitated and often gives the cold shoulder.

He isn't very subtle and opens his mouth around the player more and has to wipe drool away.

If Kevin is desperate enough or he's alone with the player in a room, he will just grab them and morph around them to trap them inside. usually spitting out the grab pack for added effect.

He acts like he doesn't want the player there but often butts into their space and rests his head on their lap, he claims its more comfortable. than just hanging from the wall with the others.

He likes head pats and being told he's not a monster for his anger, he just needs to find a healthy way to calm down and control his strength.

This is going on long enough. but hope you like it! i sure had fun writing for it!

Love ya Doey anon!

[blue-carrot10]

Decided to do that little thing:'3

[giantandgiantessai]

Some of his meals....

[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.

[bigdaddyguapo]

Sneak into Big Daddy’s.

I’ll lock the door.

You’re up next.

My delicious VORE.

[roseytoesy]

Basic ideas for the nom-onauts universe

So yea, I have some fun stories out of order and I even have one that includes some of the octo agents. But know it did start with just the octonauts. Anyway goona ramble under the cut about some of the world building I'm mixing in some magic cause frick you I do what I want that allows for noms and silly g/t shenanigans.

In old sailing days there is a mysterious magic amongst the waves of the sea. Creating very rare mysterious or haunting creatures and allowing sailors unique abilities while on the sea.

This magic allowed safe noms in times of old. it was fairly private and unknown save for a few horror stories when some more predatory sailors were affected and their instincts went crazy.

All they had to do was firmly grasp the person they wanted to eat and focus on that contact, the other would then shrink.

With more recent pollution and technology that magic faded into stories and tall tales.

But the longer a crew is out at sea the more of the small bits of magic they can accumulate. especially as they travel.

It manifested in the crew in Tweek the most. allowing her to create an impossible technology that would allow the crew to shrink themselves with the push of a few specific buttons on their collars.

This magic also allowed her to create such unique Gups and come up with so many ideas too.

Its enhanced the captains strength a bit, kwazii is more agile and a faster swimmer, Dashi has amazing balance, Shellington can understand just about any language given enough time, Inkling is able to be outside of water for long periods of time, peso is able to tie and untie anything within a few seconds and some sounds.

and of course the crew can all understand creatures if the creature wishes to communicate with them.

everyone's collars has the radio button on the left, the bubble helmet button on the right and these little arrows that point toward each other like this >> << 1,2 on the left and 3,4 on the right

pushing the arrows in the order 1,3,2,4 activates the shrinking tech. reducing the crew to about 3 inches tall. with slight millimeters differences between the crew.

The shrinking allows them to be resistant to extreme pressures, fairly extreme temperatures (from -10 to 135 F), more resistant to any kind of falling injuries, immunity to acids, and resistance to caustic substances.

They still get uncomfortable and even hurt but can survive and that's the important part.

Unfortunately shortly after testing this new ability, barnacles was the first to feel its unique side effects. being an Apex predator only further heightened the urge to tuck away his crew.

Kwazii is the other member that is affected fairly heavily by the urge, he called it the hungry ghost due to some tall tales about more scary shrinking and eating experiences.

Peso and Shellington both somewhat feel it but not as strongly as the captain and Kwazii. Dashi and Tweek are fairly unaffected but can still tuck the others away when necessary. or if Tweek gets mad enough

The vegimals will have their own post, but just know that some lost food falling into the sea created the Eddimal species. If food is able to sink deep enough and not be eaten its transformed into a tough little creature. Though only with plant based foods.

Thanks to Shellingtons' heavy desire to find and care for a new species the magic carries some eggs of these creatures to the octopod.

The other octo agents don't get any special abilities or boosts other than their own life experiences and practices.

Speaking of the agents, Tweek eventually made them some shrinking tech as well, since the agents don't have those collars, she made little Band-Aid looking patches to be stuck to their collars, hidden under their uniforms.

To activate these "implants" (changing this to tiny patches) as Tweek likes to call them, is to push it once, let go, then hold it down for 3 seconds, let go, and one more quick push.

The octo agents dont use it very much if at all. Due to them working fairly separate and away from the sea they don't get those strong urges. The only ones to really be involved with the noms is Paani, Calico jack, and Professor Natquik.

That's about everything I could think of, Feel free to ask further questions! I'm frothing at the mouth thinking about all the shenanigans with this silly group.

[blue-carrot10]

Lovely art trade with @nankogus

[pamithebunterfly2007]

A Monster in the Wrath Ring

Many residents in Hell, especially the wrath ring, warn others about a giant monster lurking about in hell. Some others believe it’s all just a silly myth just to scare others while others believe that it’s real. Somewhere in The Wrath Ring, Striker was just about to head home by riding Bombproof, his horse, but suddenly, he felt the ground shaking a little. He got off of Bombproof and pointed his gun out or whoever is making this ruckus. “Must have been a hellquake” he thought. But the ground started the shake more and its loud, almost like the sound of footsteps “Come on, whoever the fuck you are, come on out” He Yelled but he notice that his horse, Bombproof galloping away from whoever it was, Striker looks up, a sense of fear came up to him. It was the giant 4 legged, 150ft monster that all in Hell tired to warn him. The monster let out a huge roar that it shook the entire Wrath Ring. Striker tried to run away from the monster but it caught up to him with its giant sharp teeth clinging onto Striker’s tail. The Monster pick the demon up and swing him up into the air. Striker screamed in fear as the beast open up its huge mouth, showing its many sharp teeth to let Striker in his mouth. Its successfully caught and consumed the poor hybrid imp and tried to swallow him whole. With its mouth fully shut, inside was all dark and filled with slimy saliva but the only thing that is a possible light source is Striker’s glowing yellow spiral eyes “No wait!!’ Spit me out you fucking beast!!! I’m not even monster foo-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!” As Striker desperately struggles to hold on to the beast’s sticky and slippery uvula that is covered in saliva, he let out a scream as the monster gulped him down, Striker was plummeting down to the gullet and his screaming echoed throughout the throat and esophagus. Then after sliding down, Striker fell into the stomach of the monster, only for him to fall into the acid. He got up and he was covered in sticky pink acid. He was disgusted of he was covered in sticky foul-smelling acid and how the interior of the monster’s stomach smelled awful. “Eugh, Gross. . .” He said as he cringed at the stench of the stomach. He tried calling for help but it was useless, and now he has to spent the rest of his life being inside of a giant monster who ate him whole. Hoping he will either get regurgitate, pooped out, or in worst case scenarios, digested to death.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Alllll right

So I've been working on a fic, and it isn't vore-focused, but it does happen (once so far). It does have heavy themes of hunger, starvation, cannibalism, and consumption of copious amounts of food.

//violent and gorey

But it is also from an obscure fandom that vore doesn't really make sense for... However, it's still readable even if you don't know anything about the characters.

[thealmightyemprex]

Kemari the kitsune with a full belly

@themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @ariel-seagull-wings

[sugar-plump-gal]

What about Pearl doing vore?

Always A+ in my book! I mean look at her, she's a scrawny, anxious, nerdy, extremely gay wreck. I'm honestly amazed I don't already rp her somewhere.

[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.

[bunnygirltummy]

AirBnB vore where the pred is the bed and the prey is the breakfast

[bigdaddyguapo]

Does Big Daddy do vore? Yes 🔥

[roseytoesy]

More Doey art!

Surprise! Random art for my Doey enjoyers!

I wanted to draw out some of the monster ideas I had and I did a bunch of them Sunday but just finished the last one The ideas are written in This post.

But to put it simply Mathew lunges forward to eat the player before Kevin can make the Doey head/teeth bite down.

And then some monster protection and trying to figure out where the throat is.

And a bunch of emotions and doodles to the right.

And here I shall put more drawing ideas for later.

Still gotta try hammock Doey who then forms around the player for cuddle time

Might draw fantasy forms of Doey. Like a mer. Or naga etc. maybe noms

Pokeball doey “catching” the player.

Doey being different plants. Ending as a Venus flytrap. Noms and shenanigans

Floor is Doey!