#voretober 2020

[zofgreen]

Voretober Day 6: Blanket

"Alright, Wen. What were you coming in here for this time?" "I wanted to borrow a blanket, I'm sorry." "Pfft. Don't apologize to me. You're the only one who's gonna have to double wash your clothes. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're doing this on purpose." "I'm not! But... It is kinda comfy in here." "I'll be sure to tell Lynelle that when she wakes up." "Ronnie!"

Based on one of my 2020 entries

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14. Dominance [Voretober 2020]

CEO Pred x Coworker Vore (Reader is Observer)

Contains: Soft Vore, Implied Fatal Vore, Half-size Vore, Fearplay, Male Pred, Male Prey, Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Reader is Observer

Word Count: 1.2K

Everyone knew about the CEO's tendencies. Sure, no one ever asked or mentioned it, but the rumors persisted. Whispered through the bathroom stalls, passed through secret notes at cubicles and desks that were immediately shredded... It wasn't too obvious but regardless, everyone knew.

If you watched closely, you could see the rumor in effect all around you. The lingering stares when the larger co-worker passed through, the presence and confidence he exuded kept everyone in line... Everyone was frightened of him, too nervous to stand up to him or ask questions. He didn't use his power over the company floor to push people into doing things, but they did things for him anyway with the vain hope that it might appease him somehow.

Then there were the disappearances. It wasn't too uncommon for someone to just- stop showing up for work. "Did you see Barbara go home?" "Is Finny on vacation?" It wasn't too often, but it was enough that it lingered in peoples' minds. After a designated two-week period unless otherwise stated, their desks were cleared quietly and someone was hired to fill their place.

You weren't an important person in the mix of things, an intern that had recently graduated to an office worker. You'd heard the whispers and you were smart enough to put the pieces together, but you still weren't entirely sure. After all, no one had claimed to have directly seen him in the act... But you had to admit that there was a possibility.

You knew better than to ask or to pry, being as low-ranked as you were, but you were still curious. You would stare as he passed with intrigue rather than fear. Was it true? Secretly, you hoped you could find out the answer one day. But, you were afraid that the day you found out- it would be the last secret you would know.

But then, it happened. You. You, of all the people on this floor... You were called to the CEO's office. Dread and anticipation mixed together in your chest. You were nervous. What was going to happen? But even stranger was that you weren't called to the office alone. Brady was standing next to you, the man looking pale and just about on the edge of fainting. His fingers were trembling as you took the initiative and pushed the doors open.

"You- called for us, sir?" you asked almost meekly as you both stepped in.

Sure enough, Mr. Talbot was sitting at his neatly-cleaned desk with a sly smile aimed at the two of you. "Yes, yes, so good of you to be on time!" he greeted as he gestured to a set of chairs in front of his desk, "Sit, I want to go over some things with the two of you."

You both hesitated briefly, but it was you who moved first. You stepped forward to take a seat, Brady timidly followed. Mr. Talbot smiled much wider as you both settled, leaning back softly. "You are not in trouble, Mr. Yales, you don't need to be so nervous," he regarded the man next to you gently, who flinched under his attention, "Now then, you are both newer here but you are learning how things work here, yes?" he asked, directing the question to you when Brady only nodded.

"Yes sir," you answered, "It's-" You stopped to think over your word choice. "-Been a learning experience."

Mr. Talbot seemed pleased with your answer. "Good," he replied, "Which of course means that you both probably know why you're here."

A silence raked over you and Brady, a tense and painful one as you both put the pieces together. Mr. Talbot was smiling, but it was getting more and more wicked with each passing moment. Brady blanched five shades and you were certain that your heart skipped a beat. Was- Was he going to- with both of-? A loud and hungry growl from the larger man's stomach cut through your muddled questions, spelling it out without a word.

Brady leapt from his chair first, sweating nervously. "Please, no!" he squeaked, "I don't- I-!" He glanced at you and you could see him line up the idea in his head. He jabbed a finger at you. "T-Take them, they're the newbie! They won't be m-missed-"

But before he could continue, Mr. Talbot had reached out quick as a flash and grabbed both of you by an arm. You yelped, Brady shrieked. "Oh, hush," the larger man dismissed Brady's whining, drool sliding past his grin, "This was already decided beforehand."

With strength that you hadn't expected, Mr. Talbot hefted Brady up by his shirt with one hand- and stuffed his upper body into his mouth. You stood, staring wide-eyed in dumbfounded shock as you watched your boss begin to swallow down the other man like it was nothing special. You couldn't move away, he still had your arm- but you couldn't tear your eyes away from this scene enough to run away besides. Shoving the flailing man in, Mr. Talbot slurped up his legs and swallowed the last of him smoothly.

He sighed in satisfaction, patting his filled belly with his free hand. He then turned his attention to you and you felt your heart drop. "Better," he sighed, then tugged you out of your chair.

You very nearly stumbled into his sizable frame and he chuckled. "I've seen your stares," he purred, "You're the only one that looks with curiosity rather than terror." He paused, studying your shocked face. "So I wanted to propose to you a promotion idea."

You could hear his stomach gurgling from this distance, muffled protests of what was your co-worker a moment ago beneath it. You couldn't bring yourself to react to it properly. "A-A promotion? Sir?" you stuttered with a squeak, looking up.

He kept smiling at you. "Yes," he replied, "I'm in need of a new assistant. My old one got too chatty and... quit." He left the implication in the air as he patted his tummy. "You would report directly to me. It's a simple job, really." He pulled you closer, pushing you against his warm stomach. His suit contained and concealed his belly well enough, but you could still feel the movements inside. "I just need some help from time to time."

"It would be a substantial pay raise. And you could test for the position right now- if you'd just help me with lunch." He lifted your arm to his stomach and placed it there before letting go. "Of course, I still have room if you disagree."

The threat was not lost on you. Helping- by rubbing your boss' belly after a meal? And if you didn't... You considered it briefly, your nerves buzzing in your mind. This was tense. And there was a serious chance that this might not go well. But... You weren't opposed to the idea, in both execution and prospects. You could use the money...

Carefully, you reached up with both hands and began to rub his large tummy . Mr. Talbot hummed in appreciation. "Excellent," he sighed, "Do a good job and you'll be promoted by the end of the day..."

[novanoms]

Day 7: Ship! Wanna go on an underwater adventure? Just ask your local giant sea monster and they’ll be happy to oblige!

[freakypus]

Voretober Day #3: Switch

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It is currently 5:25 a.m. I am tired but I was on a roll and could not stop. There was a total of five references used. Two screen shots, two character sheets, and a pose for Alastor.

Day 7 : Ship

Sir Pentious knew when he should give up. Had he know Alastor could shrink things, he would of given up before even slithering onto The Radio Demons turf.

If he survived, he would know to make sure there wasn't a "next time".

[dzamie-oc]

Kinktober / Voretober Day 30: Servitude / Trick!

I am a kind dom to my boyfriend. Less so to the random humans who make up my diet. But who cares about them?

Squishy derg tum.

[gt-fluffy-vore]

Voretober Day 9: Beast

Jason’s first few days with Teresa were horrifying. He’d never watched anyone get eaten alive before then. But now he saw it constantly. Even in a different room, he could hear it every time she ate a person. The crunch. Every time he heard that awful sound he knew someone else had lost their life. Some family had just lost a loved one forever. But Teresa hardly seemed to care. Giant’s minds often tended to be rather animalistic. Of course, she didn’t care. She was a giant. And she had no comprehension whatsoever of how badly it was affecting him having to watch and hear her eat those people. Not that she would care even if she did. On the fifth day, she ran out of people. He was terrified. He was so terrified he started crying when he heard her stomach growl. But she had completely ignored him. As if he wasn’t even an option. She had gotten up and left the house with a large leather bag. She didn’t return for hours, not until it had already become night. When she did return her bag was bulging full. She brought it into the kitchen and split up the bagful of various animals, including a few people, organizing them all into various chests, locked cupboards, and she even put a few in a mini-fridge. And immediately she pulled a few back out and tossed her bag aside.”Hey Jason!” He looked over at her just in time to see her grinning smile bite down on a bull, tearing it in half. He forced a smile back while forcing his last meal to stay down. He could show his discomfort. He couldn’t. She could kill him. One tiny slip-up and he’d turn out just like them.

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7. Ship [Voretober 2020]

Imposter Aliens x Multiple Crewmates Vore

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Same Size Vore, Nonbinary Preds, Alien Preds, Multiple Prey, Willing Prey, Roleplay(?) Also that same space reduction idea to explain the multiple same size prey is here too Word Count: 1K

It was another quiet day on the Skeld, on their way back to MIRA HQ. Which of course, meant the crew was bored. Which was only going to mean one thing.

The game was afoot.

They had two aliens aboard the ship as part of an intergalactic exchange program whom also took the forms of their human counterparts just to make things more comfortable for the humans aboard. However, their appetites were a little on the strange side- and one day Mxil's hunger got the better of them. Trying to keep it a secret, they had Auk cover for them- but then it only turned into an eating spree. They managed to silently gobble up the whole crew before their captain noticed, and even then they cornered him too.

Sure, that caused a bit of misunderstanding and some of the crewmates were understandably unsettled at first, but their alien friends explained themselves. Their insides were harmless, but the act of eating someone on their planet was more of a bonding activity. When they craved attention or felt a bond with someone, their appetite would flare up. As a sign of trust and truth, both Mxil and Auk let the crew go and prepared to be punished.

But rather than be punished, it turns out the crew was- accepting of their cravings. Some even showed enthusiasm for the act, asking questions out of fascination. After a long, open discussion, it was decided that this would be a regular activity that was sanctioned on board. Auk and Mxil were ecstatic from the acceptance of their crewmates (and may or may not have gobbled up the crew again out of happiness.)

Before long, the act was made into a game- everyone would swap their suit colors, go about their daily tasks while their two alien friends scurried about and quietly picked off friendly meals. If they were caught, then they would be out and have to be satisfied with whom was captured first. And boredom was common in space, so this game happened often.

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Purple and Lime scurried to the Electrical together, trying to get their tasks done. The anticipation was killing Lime, it was so bad that they could hardly stop their fingers from shaking as they tried to calibrate the distributor. Unfortunately their fumbling fingers were messing them up more than they'd want to admit. They were down five crew members and there was still no real sign of an imposter. Just missing people and a few doors locked.

They slipped again and resisted the urge to curse. This was silly, it's not like there was real danger- but they were jittery nonetheless. Still, they trusted Purple to watch out for them. They'd been alone together before and Lime was still in the game.

Finally Lime finished and shuffled closer to Purple, opening the panel to redistribute power. Just as they pushed the slider up- White and Cyan walked in. It startled Lime, but a sigh of relief fogged their helmet slightly when the two new arrivals turned to the electrical panels. Good, more people... Less likely for a sneak attack-

But it took a second for Lime to realize that there had to be an imposter among them- when the door to electrical sealed. Lime jumped, backing away as White and Cyan turned to them- but it was too late. A large mouth split the torso of Cyan's suit, sharp teeth shining in the light. Quick as a flash, Cyan snatched White up from next to them, cramming the flailing figure into their stomach. Lime felt the blood rush from their face as out of the corner of their eye, Purple's suit tore open in the same way.

Lime tried to turn to run, but a long tongue had already lashed out and encircled their arms. They were lifted off of their feet with a muffled cry, kicking in midair as their only resistance. But they too were stuffed into the belly maw of their crewmate, sharp teeth grazing the tough material of their suit. Two quick gulps drew them in, squishing them inside the alien's stomach with ease.

It was cramped inside the purple, glowing innards, slick purple goo oozing down their helmet front. Lime was crammed in with two other crewmates. "Umph-" Pink grunted from next to Lime, "I told you it was Purple."

"They got me in O2 while you were in Nav," Yellow whined to Lime, "Surprised you didn't see it."

"The only one left is Black then," Lime sighed, "Guess we'll be seeing them soon."

"It would be easier to tell imposters if holding crewmates in their belly was more visible," Pink pouted, ignoring the squelching walls pressing them all closer with a gurgle.

"Having space reduction powers for a stomach seems unfair for this game," Yellow added.

"Oh, we all know that we wouldn't make them change it," Lime replied, "Then we wouldn't get a chance to lose."

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Cyan sighed softly, a habit learned from their human crewmates. They leaned back against the cafeteria table, nursing their huge stomach resting in their lap with one hand. Purple settled in at another table to their right, letting their hold release. Purple stretched as their belly returned to true size, the bench beneath them creaking as they shifted.

[That was an easy match,] Cyan switched to the low rumbles of their native language briefly as they watch Purple pat and rub their engorged middle.

[You're right,] Purple agreed, [I think they're getting more used to the idea.] They churred in satisfaction as someone inside shifted visibly against their 'spacesuit'. [In fact, I think they like it.]

[They'll fit right in with our peer groups,] Cyan noted, feeling their crewmates inside wriggle as well.

[Speak for yourself,] Purple snipped, holding an arm over their huge belly, [I'm not sharing my friends.]

[You've always been possessive. It's endearing,] Cyan seemed amused, [Shall we let them out to finish their tasks?]

Purple hesitated as Cyan's tummy growled long and low. [In a few more minutes,] they replied, patting their tum, [I want to enjoy this a short while longer... But, perhaps later they might be interested in another game?]

Cyan huffed in laughter. [That sounds wonderful. I hope they'll agree.]

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8. Leftover [Voretober 2020]

Reader x Multiple Tinies V.ore

Contains: Soft Vore, Open Ended Vore, G/t Vore, Reader as Pred, Teasing Pred, Gender Neutral Pred, Multiple Prey, Fearplay Word Count: 1K

You may have over-indulged yourself, you realize as your jaws wrap around the waist of another tiny morsel. Your belly certainly felt full, perhaps even getting close to your capacity. But then again, there was still this last one wriggling on your tongue and you weren't really one to spit out food once you'd gotten it into your mouth...

Deciding on pushing yourself through it, you leaned back and let gravity aid you this time. The small, wriggling treat slid down towards your throat, their struggles only easing them closer to the drop. Tasting them briefly, you dipped your tongue back to guide them in. One swallow tugged them down with ease, but you followed with another to get them to slide in.

The small morsel made it down to your tummy, but it was definitely a tight squeeze. Letting a heavy sigh roll loose, you leaned back in your chair, content. Your hunger was certainly quelled with your heavy meal- several tinies had disappeared past your jaws and they were oh so filling... There were so many packed tight inside that you could no longer discern each movement. It was just a lot of squirming, satisfied gurgles drowning out any complaints.

You lifted a hand to your snug belly, rubbing gently as it strained slightly against your shirt. Rarely did you get the chance to really indulge like this, but when you did, it always felt fantastic~ But as you admire just how warm and sleepily full you feel, you spot a movement on the table out of the corner of your eye. You zero in on it immediately, squinting and reaching out.

Another tiny, one that thought that it could hide behind your drink, squawked a startled noise as your fingers wrapped around it. Drawing it out of hiding, you grinned lazily at the smaller figure. "Well, look at this!" you remarked, watching the small figure squirm with a terrified whine, "I seem to have missed some leftovers."

You peered at the tiny, noting their smaller features as they quaked in your grip. Apparently their voice had left them in their panic, just sitting and shivering against your palm. They froze up as they met your gaze, their mouth dropping open with either a noiseless gasp or a silent scream. It was enough to make you chuckle, lifting a finger to toy with their head carelessly. "I suppose you thought you were lucky, that you thought you would get away," you commented.

A loud grumbling growl rose from your belly, the tiny figure in your hand flinching heavily at the sound. You laughed once more, your free hand falling to your tummy to feel of the renewed wriggling inside. "But, you might be a bit lucky tonight," you murmured, tilting your hand back and forth slowly as you smile, "I'm feeling pretty full right now with all of the other little ones, I'm not even sure if I'll fit you." A terrible idea fluttered into your mind and your grin turned sharp. Your hand turned, lowering with the other as the tiny squeaked. You pressed them flush with your full belly. "See?"

The tiny went stock-still when you did so, freezing up like a deer in headlights. Their face went pale, their breathing turned erratic. You watched their face with idle interest, noting their panic and fear. You couldn't be sure what was going through their mind, nor what they were experiencing. Did they feel the wriggling of their similar-sized companions through the walls of your belly? Could they hear the cries inside, or were the sounds of your stomach too deafening from that distance to let anything else be heard? What type of existential crisis might they be having?

When you thought that they probably had enough, you plucked them back up from your tummy and into your fist again. They were trembling triple-fold now, staring beyond you like they'd seen a ghost. It was actually pretty amusing, really. That grin never left your face as your fingers gently prodded their chest. "I may have out-done myself," you admitted casually to your captive audience, "Normally, I'm very bad at judging how much food I want. And I always end up wanting more..."

You patted your stomach gently, feeling it rumble softly beneath your fingers. You rested your free hand there again, idly rubbing and pressing at the shifting contents. "But perhaps, I finally got it right this time," you murmured just before a low grumble issued under your hand. A rattling belch worked free suddenly, relieving a bit of pressure. "Ooofff, I guess I needed that," you spoke more to yourself.

But then, you realized slowly as you worked your fingers against your heavy middle, that burp had freed up just enough space... You turned that leering grin down to your shell-shocked captive. "Well, now I appear to have more room," you told them, lifting them closer to your face.

The movement and your words worked together to shock the tiny into reacting. Their squirming doubled from before, their eyes wide with realization and terror. "N-N- N-Nuh-No!" they finally spoke in a whisper, their voice so small that you had to strain to hear it over your active tummy, "P-Puh-Please! Please!!"

Oh, NOW they were finally begging? It took them long enough. But you weren't feeling too lenient at this moment, particularly after they failed to uphold their end of your nice little conversation with them. Besides, they were so boring, with the typical pleas. 'No!' 'Please!' 'Don't eat me!' You'd heard that all before.

"Oh, you'll just be joining your little friends," you batted your other hand, still smiling at them, "Don't you miss them? I'm sure they're waiting just for you." You shifted your fingers to hold them by the scruff, lifting the tiny above your head. They yelped and wriggled, trying as always to get loose. So boring. "I know my belly is," you quipped, then opened your mouth to accept this last little treat. Your tongue rolled out to greet them and you lowered their struggling form inside.

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10. Mythical [Voretober 2020]

Nonbinary Naga x Male Mer Vore

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Half-Size Vore, Protective Vore, Naga Pred, Nonbinary Pred, Mer Prey, Male Prey, Semi-Willing Prey

Word Count: 1K

The slim mer smiled up at his companion, but Rohl could tell that they weren't fooled. The naga stared back at him, their worry still unplacated. Rohl's expression fell again, glancing down at the shallow waters. He curled his black-and-white-spotted body on the rocks carefully. "You're right," he replied softly, "This lake is drying up- No." He shook his head, remembering something that Fallon had remarked before. "This POND is drying up."

Fallon nodded soundlessly, a conflicted look crossing the naga's face. They lowered themselves down closer to Rohl's level, contemplation in their gaze. It was clear that Rohl wasn't going to have water for much longer. This small body of water wasn't really meant for a mer to live in, besides. It was a storm event that pushed Rohl from the large lake and stranded the mer in this new, small pond. On one hand, it meant that they got to know Rohl... But on the other, they knew that this wouldn't last. Not with so little room and food.

There was only one solution that Fallon could think of. "I'll have to take you back to the lake," Fallon decided aloud.

"What?" Rohl looked confused, staring up at his friend, "But- it's too far. Even if you carried me, I'd dry up before we got there." A hint of sadness crossed his dappled face. "I know it's a hard truth, but I'm okay-"

Fallon shook their head. "No. There's another way," they replied. Gently, the naga turned and slid their long body down into the water. Rohl watched out of curiosity, unfurling from his grip on the rocks. The lithe naga scooted closer, their long, striped body drew over Rohl's lower half. Fallon's stripes and Rohl's spots were twined together in that pretty they both enjoyed. There was a moment of pause between them, the silence heavy with unspoken questions. Rohl leaned in against Fallon, taking their darker fingers in his webbed ones. He did appreciate all that Fallon gave him, from helpful food to his companionship.

Fallon held Rohl's hand, a soft sigh rolling out of him. "I want you to trust me," Fallon said softly, "I'll get you to the lake without letting you drying out."

Rohl paused, looking up at the conflicted expression the naga wore. He wasn't sure what Fallon was talking about- but if Fallon could get him back to the lake, then he would trust them. Rohl nodded, his inky hair sticking to his shoulder. Fallon nodded in return, another silence between them. Then the coils of Fallon's snake half tightened slightly on Rohl's fish body, just snug enough to keep the mer from wriggling loose. The mer glanced up at Fallon just as a few soft pops preceded the naga's jaw to unhinge.

Fallon didn't pause, pushing their jaws over their friend's head. Rohl made a startled noise, his tail wriggling in Fallon's restraining coils. Rohl's hands flew up to press at Fallon's chest, but the naga pushed down over his shoulders in an effort to finish this quickly. This had to be fast to keep from stressing their friend. Using their hands to steady the squirming mer, they pushed and swallowed fast while barely noticing his fishy taste. Rohl struggled only mildly, either stunned from the sudden change- or perhaps complying. Fallon hoped he was complying, they really didn't want Rohl to think they were just making him into a meal.

The naga gulped down the tapered tail of the mer, hinging their jaw back into place with another pop as Rohl slid inside. Contained in the naga's first stomach now, Rohl's soft shifting inside was plainly visible against their round tum. Fallon squinted, their coils curling as they pressed their hand against their full belly. Rohl was inside now, but Fallon was far from done. There was not enough room for the whole mer in their first stomach, it had to be very cramped...

The striped naga lowered and straightened their body just beneath the water's surface, then began working their inner muscles gently. Bit by bit, their body yielded to the pressure and Rohl's body began to slide and squeeze further inside. Fallon huffed, rubbing their shrinking belly as the mer's form inside began to stretch and unfurl. Deeper still Rohl sank, pressed down to the naga's second belly in their snake half.

There, that should provide him with enough space for the trip. Fallon steadied themselves, leaning behind and rubbing at the new and large bulge in their tail. At least he wasn't cramped up in there... But Fallon was about to make it a bit harder on themselves. They leaned down to the surface of the water to take in large swallows of water, pushing themselves to drink beyond their normal desire to. They forced themselves to drink until their tummy whined a full gurgle and Fallon finally came up for air.

As they caught their breath, they let the liquid join their mer friend in their lower stomach. Rohl squirmed inside as the water filled in around him, but his movements weren't- urgent. Perhaps he understood what Fallon was trying to do. Fallon rubbed their swollen belly gently, sighing as they lifted themselves from the water with a bit of difficulty. Fallon normally never ate a meal this big, so it was definitely going to slow them down... But it was necessary and most predators in this forest feared them anyways. They didn't fear an ambush attack; besides, they were willing to take that risk for Rohl.

"It may not be the best accommodations," Fallon murmured to their friend inside, "But you will be safe and damp in there until we reach the lake. Then I will let you out." The naga waited for an answer... And received one in the form of a soft pat on the inside of their belly. They smiled softly, then started to make their way slowly through the forest's undergrowth. This would be a longer trek, but they should make it well before sundown. Fallon just hoped that Rohl understood- and might forgive them for the abrupt swallowing after they release him.

[novanoms]

Day 5: Brush

Featuring the new and improved Nex! He just saw a bit of dirt on Thorn’s cape and took it upon himself to “groom” them. Nex also features insides that glow on contact, so you won’t be afraid of the dark in this pristine pup’s gut!

[chibi-honey-cake]

6. Joy [Voretober 2020]

Multiple Preds x Enthusiastic Slime Vore (includes forced vore)

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Multiple Preds, Willing Preds, Unwilling Preds, Slime Prey, Nonbinary Prey, Willing Prey, Forced Vore Word Count: 1K

It brought them so much happiness to serve their purpose. Strawberry was enthusiastic to provide a nice, filling meal to anyone that needed it. Their slime body was concocted with the ability to provide needed nutrients and they were their creator's favorite flavor. Since their creator was extremely bad at remembering to stop their work and eat, Strawberry had been the solution.

All Strawberry had known was satisfying their friendly scientist's hungry belly for a while. But when a new person showed up to the lab, their tummy softly complaining of emptiness... Strawberry had a strong urge to help this poor new person. So they did- with a happy chirp, they pried the person's mouth open to slip inside.

Strawberry had never experienced resistance and didn't really know why this person was wriggling so much. Maybe they had never eaten before or something? Poor friend... The slime purred and patted their head, pushing themselves down their throat with gentle, surging movements. Strawberry would make sure that this person got the same caring treatment that their creator received, quickly making their way down to their hungry tum.

They finally made their way inside, slipping into the warm, dark, and tiny space that they were so familiar with. But... It wasn't the same as their creator's stomach. It was... Rather than soft and snug, the walls were stretched and trembling, apparently unused to such a large meal. The sounds were different, too; instead of the contented burbling they were used to, this tummy complained and whined loudly.

It was familiar... yet so new. Strawberry heard their new friend outside groaning, holding their full tummy with them inside. A hiccup shook their container, followed by another groan. This poor person... Strawberry pressed their hands to the slick lining of the belly around them, massaging gently to try and soothe the discomfort they had. Probably was too hungry for too long, Strawberry felt bad for them if they had to ignore their tummy like their creator did.

A low sound rumbled around them, a strained burp issued from above. But the tummy walls around the slime seemed to relax even though another hiccup shook them with a slosh. It was in that moment that Strawberry felt their inner call. As much as they loved and enjoyed spending time with their scientist creator... They had to go out into the world. If bellies could be so different with each person, and if so many people were bad at getting their nutrition... Then Strawberry was determined to help as many hungry people as they could to find their perfect tummy fit!

Strawberry departed into the world after one last meal with their creator, being sure to leave a sample of themself behind so that they could make another Strawberry. The pink slime was so excited to see the world, so happy to find and help as many as they could! And it wasn't long before they found plenty of others that needed their help- in fact, it was hard to pick just one! There were so many people, so many that were aching for food that Strawberry just wanted to help them all!

The slime had a field day with the people of the town over the next few days, choosing those that seemed the most in need for nutrients. It was usually those that would ignore their soft growling of their stomachs until it became a roar, loudly announcing their emptiness. They felt so bad for those with such loud and complaining bellies that they had to help them, no matter what they were doing at the time. Most of their new friends would squirm and wriggle, but Strawberry was getting experienced in helping these poor hungry people to eat. And it was such fun to observe each tummy for themself- it was like they were a scientist like their creator!

Some bellies were warmer than others. Some were more active, squishing and sticking snug to the slime's soft form. Some were more determined to squeeze and churn. And every single one sounded different- gurgles, glorps, whines, groans, slurp-glurp-burble... Strawberry was fascinated by all the loud and soft sounds each belly could make, often rubbing the stomach walls around them to make more sounds.

Sometimes they would come across a person that actually asked for a meal- in that way they eyed the pink slime with drool at the corner of their mouths, the hungry rumble of their belly, and Strawberry always came close to let themself be picked up. It was always great when someone recognized that they were only trying to help and to have someone swallowing was always easier on the slime. They would still help, but it was so much easier to get down to their destination when the person helped~

Strawberry took rests inside of every tummy they could find the time to, giving off their nutrients and eventually taking their leave. Leaving was sometimes a little harder; apparently some of their new friends were either not used to it or just didn't want Strawberry to leave. But then they wouldn't be able to see more bellies, so they couldn't stay. Sometimes the slime would find a tummy they really liked and wanted to stay for a while, so they curled up for a nice, long rest with their new friend. It was just a wonderful feeling to provide a filling meal and help all of their nice, new friends.

Sometimes they missed their creator and thought about going to visit... But they always got distracted by another friendly person that needed to eat. It was probably for the best- their scientist had probably made another Strawberry(or perhaps another flavor).

Truly, their purpose in life kept them busy, but they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. They held so much joy from being able to help others with their hunger that they could hardly think of little else. It just made them so happy to be so wanted and so helpful.

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20. Exotic [Voretober 2020]

Unknown Pred x Multiple Prey Vore (descriptions of prey mostly)

Contains: Implied Vore, Soft Vore, Implied Digestion/Regeneration Vore (It’s only mentioned once), G/t Vore, Willing Prey, Mythical Prey, Multiple Prey, Foodplay, Reader is being told descriptions of prey

Word Count: 1K

Wait, you've never been to Fantasy Foods before? Oh, you really have to go! It's a great place to try those little prey that are so hard to find! It's exotic meals with not-so-steep pricing so-

What? Oh, don't worry. All of their meals are willing and charmed to return to the restaurant, so it's just as humane as other restaurants.

...The menu? I mean, sure, but it'd probably be better if you go there. I'll try my best to convince you though. Where do I start...?

Hm, how about mers? Mers are interesting. Their taste reminds me of sushi, which makes sense, I guess. They're pretty squirmy though, so you have to be prepared for that. They are a little bit on the slimy side, which puts some people off. But if you can get past that sensation, mers are a good choice and they come in a bunch of seafood flavors.

On the other hand, if you want the sensation of a wriggly treat but not the slime, you should try out the nagas instead. They're longer than mers so you have to be careful with slurping up their tails. But they don't have that sliminess to them if that's not something you can handle. Nagas have more of a nutty taste though, like hazelnut or something of that nature.

Speaking of slime though, slime-minis are kind of interesting. They're sweet and easy to swallow, being so flexible the way they are. Usually they come in different fruit flavors, so most people order them as dessert, really. But that hasn't stopped me and a lot of other people from just ordering a bunch of slimes as a meal.

Taurs are excellent meal choices, but I think they're a little too big for a new diner like you, I think. They're sort of hard to swallow without some experience with something slightly smaller first. But since they're larger than most prey, you only need to order a few of them. Taurs come in a lot of variety though, so you really should ask the server about what flavors are available. I found that once you get a taste for them, you end up ordering them a lot.

They have harpies on the menu too and those are supposed to be kind of hard to find. But they're also small, so you have to order more. They also come in a lot of flavors, so it's best to ask about them too. Also, you have to be aware that you will bring up at least a few feathers at some point with a burp or a hiccup. There's actually a warning about it, just in case.

If you want a harpy type of treat but without the feathers, fairies are a good choice. The magic they have has sort of a sweet taste with a hint of a spicy kick. They're really good for a cool day, they have a warming effect too. Their wings aren't too troublesome and honestly, there's a reason that people call them a good cold cure. Their magic makes you feel better, almost guaranteed. I mean, it seems to work for me.

It's almost like a subset of fairies, but there's also some tasty angels and devils on the menu. Angels are usually sweet and devils are spicy as you'd expect, sure. But a lot of them vary in size and aftertaste. And there are also swapped flavors on each of those. Ordering angels or demons are sort of a gamble- I guess that's why they're so popular? And for some reason, they never really lose their feathers, so they're also safer to eat.

Nymphs are also a good idea, since they come in different elemental flavors. The water nymph are almost too similar to mini-slimes but with more magic to their taste than fruit, I guess. Fire nymphs are pretty spicy, you have to be careful with those. Earth nymphs are more of a vegetable taste, if you're fond of that. But wind nymphs are- fluffy? I'm not sure how to describe it. Like, a solid custard flavor? I like those.

And if you're looking for something kind of strange, there are also little spirits that you can order. They're so light, it's actually a bit like cotton candy- if cotton candy was sort of cool and tasted like mint chocolate. I'm- not really sure why they taste like that, but I'm not complaining.

Dragons, though. They're the largest thing on the menu! I think there's actually a challenge meal associated with them too, but I really don't think that you'll be going after that just yet. Just one is enough and they're pretty hard to get down, I heard. But it's one of the things this place is famous for, so I guess they're good? I've heard they have a smoky flavor to them, but I'm not sure if that was true or a well-placed lie. Maybe one day we can find out?

And you don't have to order them plain, there's plenty of great food on the menu! Different pastas and soups and salads and other things- you should really try out the veggie lasagna, by the way- and after they serve it, you can pick some prey to go on top. It's actually a really popular way for people to try it out because if they don't like the idea, then they still get food after they pick the prey out.

I'll recommend that if you're not sure, maybe order a dessert with a slime-mini on top. It's the best choice if you're a first-timer. There's no big deal if you have to decline, there's some people that just can't seem to do it. Not sure why though, everything is so tasty and inexpensive.

I think that's it? Oh gosh, all that talk of food and explaining things has me starving... How about we just go to Fantasy Foods and have lunch? You can try something out, it'll be my treat.

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1. Soft [Voretober 2020]

Robot x Reader V.ore

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Half-Size Vore, Nonbinary Pred, Robot Pred, Reader as Prey, Willing Prey Word Count: 1.1K

'Built for your comfort', the tagline said. Your curiosity had driven you to stop in front of the business more times than you'd care to admit. It was sort of like a napping place- where you would visit to take a nap during the day and feel refreshed. Sure, they had beds and nooks for customers, but their main gimmick and the one that they pushed with both hands was their staff.

This place had robots on staff, built by the owner himself. They were designed as 'servers' of sorts, taking care of customers and acting as sleep partners. Sometimes people would just want a quiet nook to themselves, sometimes they liked to sleep next to someone, and the others- well, they were more about sleeping IN the robots. Which honestly, is the part that intrigued you. The robots' outsides were smooth plastic and metal, but the insides were reportedly pillowy and cushioned for the comfort of the occupant. 'Created by hand for your rest and satisfaction', another poster on the window claimed. A cartoon-ish picture of a robot with a round belly and a person sleeping inside decorated the main part of the poster.

This place had been all over the news when it first opened, some awed by the unique idea and others concerned for health risks. All of which the owner took in stride, answering questions and showing their extensive testing to make sure everything was safe. Built-in timers and ventilation, required stretching after a visit, any and all concerns taken seriously. Soon after it was built, the place became just another staple in the town.

Despite all the hype, you'd never been inside. You were curious, sure... But for some reason, you hesitated. Most of the time, you were worried about price- but it turns out it was affordable on your budget. Then it was a worry about time, but today that problem didn't exist. You had a day off- and now you had no excuse other than shyness- or stubbornness, you couldn't be sure which.

You stood outside of the doors for several long minutes, debating internally. Finally, after reasoning with yourself that you might as well try it once while you had the money, the time, and the desire to, you pushed open the door.

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You weren't sure what to expect, being escorted to a sleeping nook with your 'designated Rest-Robo companion', a larger robot with yellow and orange markings on their synthetic exterior. After some awkward fumbling of words with the receptionist robot, you had been given this companion as a 'first resting experience' partner. At least they had a procedure for that? This robot was large- though that stood to reason. You were going to be IN there, so...?

There was a small beep as you stopped at a chamber identical to all the others, the door sliding open to reveal a simple room with a cushioned bed and a few decorations inside. The robot stepped aside to allow you in first and you stepped in. The door closed behind them and you stood awkwardly, unsure of what came next.

"Please sit and remove your shoes," the robot spoke, their smooth, calm, and barely-digital voice nothing but reassuring. You obeyed, still confused. The robot sat next to you, offering a smile on their synthetic face. "Do you need a moment or are you ready to rest?" they asked softly.

You paused, looking up at the larger figure nervously. They were so large and you felt rather small, but you knew they were designed for safety. Didn't stop your mind from playing tricks, though. "I'm ready," you replied quietly.

The robot smiled, lowering their larger hands to your sides. "I will take you inside to rest," they spoke with a tone that made you think that it was more of a heads-up than anything else. "Please try not to squirm too hard, I am not rated for roughness," they reminded you gently before their jaws opened above you.

You almost froze up even though you knew it was coming. The safest way to place someone inside was by 'swallowing' them, there was no risk of injury that way. But seeing a huge, yellow maw headed for your face was a little concerning. You winced as the jaws came down over your neck... but the lack of hard teeth and wetness made it feel like your face was against two pillows instead.

Slow, measured swallows began to take you in, drawing you inside the robot carefully. The inside of their mouth and 'throat' were very similar, soft and plush. Apparently there was more cushioning than you thought. You wriggled gently almost as a reflex as their large hands gently pressed your legs together, swallowing you down with practiced, fluid ease. It was a little strange to be handled like this, but it's not like you were uncomfortable. It felt more like you were being fed through a soft tube like one of those old play places from childhood.

Before long, your upper body entered into a larger chamber and you lifted your arms as soon as they were free to steady yourself. The walls were just as plush as the way down- more so, actually. It was soft and warm- you compared it to curling up in a blanket fresh out of the dryer. It was just barely lit inside, just enough for you to see the pillowy yellow chamber made to cradle you in.

Your feet finally passed the jaws of the robot, the last of you being pushed carefully down. You gently turned yourself to get into a comfortable laying position, marveling at the new experience. It was... cozy and soft, a feeling that was... sort of reminiscent of a warm, peaceful evening after a cold day. You were completely encased inside another being, but it was still soothing and gentle.

"Are you comfortable inside?" Their voice was all around you, though you suspected there was a speaker somewhere, "Would you like the lights dimmed?"

You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "I'm comfortable," you answered, nuzzling against the soft interior below your head, "And the light is fine."

"I'm glad to hear that," the robot replied. There was a soft shift around you, apparently the robot was re-balancing themselves on the bed. "I will start a one-hour timer. Have a good rest."

You hummed softly, content to drop the conversation. This was so much more relaxing than you'd anticipated, it was wonderful... Why had you not done this sooner? You were definitely becoming a repeat customer.

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4. Danger [Voretober 2020]

Unspecified Male Monster x Male OC Vore

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, G/t Vore, Fearplay, Monster Pred, Male Pred, Male Prey

Word Count: 1K

He wasn't sure who started the rumors.

'Don't go into Veloss Woods,' he heard a traveler warn another, 'The townsfolk say something dangerous lives there.'

Dangerous? He had never shown the slightest inclination of being dangerous. He kept to himself in the woods, staying out of sight as much as he could because he knew humans weren't too keen on those like him. If anything, he had hid because the humans themselves were dangerous.

But here they were, spreading rumors about HIM. It was enough to make him feel bad, his spirit deflated as he retreated further towards his den. A flare of indignant anger burned in his chest briefly- How dare they label him dangerous when he had been so careful? He tried his best to stay out of sight by the average human that wandered deep enough into the forest. He kept his appetite in check as best as he could, only eating when he thought he would go unnoticed. It was barely enough to get by on, but he lived as safely as he could.

It still wasn't enough. Now he was 'dangerous', something to scared of. In the face of all of his efforts, he was still deemed a threat. His anger flared hotter as he slunk into his den, curling his body tight in frustration. How dare they, when he tried so hard to make himself as unnoticeable as possible? A hard breath through his nose scattered the dirt, his orange eyes blinking away a hint of tears. Well, they all thought he was something to fear even when he was quiet, hm?

Then, he made his mind up, he would be what they wanted him to be. He would be something to fear.

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Silven picked his way through the trail of the dark woods. Something sinister lives here, the townsfolk spoke in whispered breaths. Any efforts to discover what was going on led nowhere- people would go missing, or never arrive. People would stumble out of the woods in a daze, unable to recount where they had been. All of these horror stories and more he had heard, but still the young man ventured into the woods.

Call it curiosity, or perhaps stupidity... But he wanted to know. He had made peace with the idea that he might never come out of these woods again. Carrying a book to document any strange goings-on, he soldiered on in the name of discovery.

He tilted his head as he listened, only hearing the rustling of leaves in the wind. No birdsong, no animal movement. Eerily quiet. Silven jotted it down on a page as he continued. Perhaps it was the lack of wildlife that made people nervous? People were not used to such quiet, especially in the woods.

A snap of a branch caught his attention and Silven whipped around. He expected to see something- like an animal- but there was nothing. No movement. A shiver ran down his spine as he turned his attention to the trail. Maybe the wind. Yes, the wind...

Louder rustling from the same direction drew his attention again, the young man staring into the treeline. Still nothing. Now it was getting closer to the path and it was really starting to affect him. He still wasn't sure what was happening, but he was ashamed to admit even to himself that he was feeling tense. He hadn't even seen anything, there was nothing for him to be afraid of... But here he was, rubbing his arms as he anxiously glanced left and right.

A crack above him made him freeze, then a limb came crashing down nearby. The young man let out a yelp, stumbling away from the source of the noise. There was something there- he was sure of it! Instinct and panic took over; he fled in the opposite direction, careening away from the safe path and leaping into the overgrowth.

His breath came out in panicked gasps as he crashed clumsily through the forest, ignoring the sting of branches slapping and grabbing at him. Fear had a tight hold on him- it felt like the forest itself was out to get him. He had to run, and run he did. Blindly and mindlessly fighting his way through the forest, he didn't even notice that he had been corralled into the clutches of his fears until the claws closed around him.

Silven couldn't help the scream he made as large claws lifted him from the ground, flailing in the air like a captured animal. Had he had the presence of mind, he'd have been ashamed of his own mindless fear. Instinct was a hard thing to ignore though, rational thought was out the window. Glowing, orange eyes appeared in front of him, hovering in front of him and drawing another shout from Silven's mouth. His curiosity was about to be his doom!

A wide maw opened in the darkness and this time Silven didn't get the chance to scream before he was tossed inside. Hot, sticky wetness enveloped him, pressing and pushing as the strong muscle of what was surely this monster's tongue shifted and sloshed him around. The young man scrambled towards the teeth that led to his freedom, but the tongue lifted to cut him off. Sliding back towards the creature's throat, Silven shouted in desperation- before stifling tightness pressed him down into the darkness.

The monster swallowed tightly, feeling the bulge of his wriggling prey shift ever closer to his belly. A few more swallows did the trick, a slow sigh spilling from his mouth as his morsel found its home. He ignored the fluttering of his prey thrashing inside, turning back to retreat to his den. Strange... This human had come alone. Hadn't he heard the rumors?

He curled up in his favorite sleeping nook, feeling every struggle and shout of the young man inside. Oh, how he wished he could enjoy this... But he just couldn't bring himself to enjoy terrorizing the humans that demonized him. All he could do was wait for them to tire themselves out struggling, then let them go safely outside of the woods when he was done with them.

He didn't really want to be a monster... but that was what he had to become.

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3. Switch [Voretober 2020]

Male OC x Male OC Vore

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Same Size Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Willing Prey Word Count: 1.1K

Don relaxed on the couch, warm and content. It was a slow, quiet day and everything was sorted, he could relax without worry. And nothing was more relaxing than spending his entire day with his boyfriend. He stretched softly across the couch, hearing a chime on his game.

He lifted the console in his hands, propping it up in front of him. The tiny figure representing himself appeared out of the airport, a wide smile breaking on Don's face as he noticed his boyfriend Nick's character running up from the distance. They waved happily to each other, running in gleeful circles before setting out together. Nick showed Don around his little island, pointing out the scenery with cheerful gestures and blurbs in the chat function. Don chimed in with his own comments, admiring just how much had changed in the last week since he'd seen Nick's island.

It was wonderful to be able to spend time like this, arranging and decorating to amuse or impress the other. It made the gap between them bearable. Don chuckled as he looked over what looked like a cage around another villager's house, making his character laugh in his stead. Nick joined him in laughter before they departed for the coast, taking out their fishing rods to relax with some fishing together.

Don smiled, letting his eyes drift closed as he held his console against his chest. This was the life... He stretched again, getting comfortable on the couch as he drifted slightly. Warmth and fullness were making him yearn for a nap, but he didn't want to stop playing. Maybe just closing his eyes for a moment wouldn't be so bad... Nick wouldn't notice, would he?

It was either a short minute or a long second later as Don was startled away by a prodding on his inner walls. Don snorted as he shook himself to wakefulness, humming as he brought himself to awareness. "Don't tell me you're already trying to fall asleep," Nick's soft voice commented from inside, another prodding pushing at his tummy.

"N-No," Don denied with a stutter, reaching up to hold his bloated belly with one arm. He felt Nick shift inside, a low gurgle following the movement.

"Yeah, sure," Nick replied sarcastically, "Every time after you eat, you get sleepy! You said you could power through it!"

Don opened his mouth to reply then closed it, his cheeks flushed awkwardly. His 'food comas' were a huge inside joke between them; Don was rather notorious when it came to napping after meals. Especially if that meal happened to be his boyfriend. Don lowered his video game, reaching out with both hands to smooth his palms over his round stomach bashfully. "Okay, maybe not," Don admitted quietly.

Nick giggled inside, his own hands rubbing from the inside. Don purred, enjoying the soft sensations. "You're so easy to fluster," he cooed from inside, "Tell you what. Our islands are a little too relaxing, you'll just fall asleep." The walls shifted around the other man as he picked up his console once more. "How about something competitive, like kart racing? That'll keep you awake."

Don huffed, patting his belly before he lifted his game as well. "Maybe," he agreed sheepishly, "Actually, what about a few rounds of fighting? That'll wake me up, I think..."

"Depends. Are you gonna get upset when I win?"

Don frowned at the audible grin in Nick's voice, pressing a hand into his full belly with a shove. Nick yelped with a slosh inside, giggling childishly as Don huffed. "You're a sore winner," Don replied.

"And you're a sore loser," the other replied just as fast, "After all, it's the most common reason I end up in here. You lose and get frustrated then oops, there goes your boyfriend into your tummy!"

Don rolled his eyes, hating that Nick could read him so easily. Maybe he should lay off on the frustration-eating. He lowered his game again, rubbing his gurgling tum. He pushed his shirt up out of the way to reach more of the taut skin. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he admitted softly, "It's just that you boast and taunt and I- I just want to take you down a peg or two when you do that...!"

"Why do you think I do that?" Nick answered with amusement in his tone.

Don paused, his mind sluggishly putting the pieces together. Wait- Nick did that on purpose? Was- Was he trying to goad Don into swallowing him down all those times? Now that he thought about it, it had seemed rather deliberate and unusually out of character for the sweet man. Don just thought that he was competitive with only him for some reason. Why had he never noticed that before?!

Nick laughed again, reading Don's pause as realization. "Did you never really notice?" he teased with a few more gentle prod's at the stomach walls around him, "I'm only ever competitive with you because I know having a full belly makes you feel better most of the time. And if I tried to tell you to eat me as vengeance, you would pout and say no."

Don stayed silent, mulling it over in his head still. So rather than ask, Nick taunted him into eating him...? Don flushed brightly, feeling more than a little bit exploited. It had been so easy for his own predacious tendencies to be manipulated against him, so much so that he'd been tricked into eating Nick several times. "...I'm not sure whether to be upset... or impressed," Don muttered, drumming his fingers on his swollen stomach.

"Take it as a compliment," Nick soothed his belly with a few more pats from inside, "I do enjoy spending time with you like this, cuddled up in your tum. It's the closest we can be and I love it." He gave the soft wall next to his cheek a gentle kiss, smiling as Don hummed in appreciation. "How about, I be a bit more open with when I notice you getting upset?" Nick compromised.

Don sighed, picking up his video game finally. "Alright. We'll discuss it later," he murmured, secretly preening over the compliments. He saved his game and popped the game card out, switching it out for the fighting game. "But I call dibs on the new fighter."

"No fair-" Nick started before another soft growl inside interrupted him. He let out a soft breath. "Fine, but be prepared for a mirror match."

Don chuckled, shaking his head. Yeah, a nice day with his boyfriend inside was the best way to spend their off days.