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Yeah sure you can let ur shirt ride up ur belly when ur around me. But watch out

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I love vampires as preds. Like okayyy so. I know I just drank your blood and all but I am STILL so hungry. You're delirious and all, you wouldn't mind if I swallowed you whole right?

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He fits right in!

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Vore as in I want to protect you with my whole being, to feel you deep inside me, to offer up my body as a sanctuary for you, to wrap you up in a warm blanket with my own body. Vore as in I miss you achingly, viscerally, even when we're in each other's presence. Vore as in I have the insatiable need to be close to you and then much, much closer still. Vore as in you are the very nectar that sustains and fills me to my core.

Vore as in I have the intense desire to crawl inside you, to find refuge from the chaos of the world within your embrace. Vore as in the times I hear the steady rhythm of your body living and breathing are when I feel safest. Vore as in I love it when you consume me completely, when you take me as I am, vulnerable and nervous, with fierce tenderness. Vore as in you are my home, my haven, the only place where I truly belong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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self regenerating slimegirl gf who likes feeding herself to you because she likes making sure you don't go hungry. admittedly she goes a bit overboard. it's hard to say no to her, but it's definitely having an effect on you. you've had to upsize your wardrobe four times this year alone.

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all the better to eat you with

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in vore world, different technologies were developed in order to meet the needs of the people living in it:

Artificial stomach liner. A thin, slightly elastic membrane which is inserted into the stomach of a predator. It is acid proof (or other versions are digestible, if left inside for long enough).

The purpose is to protect prey from the harsh climate of the stomach, by providing a barrier between the acids and the prey.

The stomach liner has semi-firm structural ridges so that it can maintain a round shape so it doesnt stick to the prey.

The easiest way to use this device is to put the prey inside it prior to consumption. But there are other, more difficult ways to go about it

The artificial stomach lining gives prey a better chance at surviving recreational vore. Though a pred's stomach may feel confused upon enountering this.

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"Did you just hit your fucking vape in my stomach..?"

"Uhm.. no?"

"Nice try, dumbass. I'm literally burping smoke."

"Sorry.."

Nic addiction gets the best of all of us sometimes 💔

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Good day everyone!

Here is an old draft which I was finally able to edit.

Warning: g/t vore, implied digestion, reformation, willing prey, willing pred.

His throat contracted, gently tugging her fragile feet deeper into his body. A small shiver ran down her spine at the sight of the bulge her legs were making under his skin. Like this, she seemed even more insignificant, as if she wasn't already a mere tiny compared to her partner. His tongue softly cradled her back once another inch of her slipped behind his lips. Slick, goopy saliva felt strange to the touch. Outside air was creeping into her lover's mouth and washing over her wet, cooling skin.

Her heart was pounding.

She aimed a testing look at him. Kindness and love in his eyes never once wavered, serving as a silent assurance that there was no ill intent hidden behind. Her fear made him loosen his glasp, fingers moving a little to give his love a gentle, comforting headpat.

For a second or two, they were simply staring at each other, lost in the moment.

At last, gingerly, he tilted his head back, allowing gravity to assist him in sealing his love within himself. Swallows, still subtle, probably grew thicker than before; for her, the world swiftly turned dark, humid and warm. Her chest tightened nervously at a brief shine of his sharp teeth shutting the entrance, yet they were harmless, clicking together in a considerable distance when she slid further and vanished with a last strong gulp in his tight throat.

He let out a long exhale once the lump proceeded downwards.

His fingers were tracing her leisurely travelling through his chest and settling as solid, squirming weight in his stomach. It swelled noticeably against the clothes, gurgling quietly at the unexpected guest who was actively moving inside in pursuit of a comfortable position.

His hand pressed against the curve. Against the form of his beloved.

Surely, it was pitch black, and hot, and wet in there. Cramped, too...

- I hope you are happy, darling.

An affirmative push was the answer. He smiled, relieved.

- Then I'm happy too. Honestly, you did taste wonderful... I don't remember when else I would feel this stuffed. - He added, tenderly rubbing his full stomach. Strained, low gurgles vocaly announced its agreement.

- I only hope you're still certain. - He continued in a less cheerful tone. - I know - we decided on this long ago... But I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. Do you actually want to be... well... digested?

Another firm push reached his palm. He sighed.

- ...OK. Then try to get comfy - it will definitely go on for a awhile...

He laid down on the couch, his belly visibly rounding upwards. His hand rested on it again, drawing gentle circles across its surface. Impossible intimacy between him and his love was astonishing... Yet, cold worry clawed at him.

What if he... destroyed her? What if his inner world happened to be too hostile for her to handle?

... What if something went wrong, and...?

A few more twitches stretched his middle, then movements stopped, leaving only feeble pulse to be a reminder of a tiny life tucked away inside.

His heart was aching. But...

- Don't be scared... I'm always here, with you. I promise it won't hurt, and you will wake up in the morning next to me as always. Rest well, darling, you're safe... - He cooed despite his own concerns, massaging the spot where he could sense her presence.

She smiled at his caress, even though he couldn't see it. Snug chamber was churning gently around her curled up body. Heat and damp air had worn her out, and there was nothing else to do but sink into pliant, velvety walls which embraced her like a fuzzy blanket. They were ozzing acids, making her flesh pleasantly tingle as it was gradually softening.

In a few hours, she would completely lose definition and turn into nutritious soup which would nourish her lover's body.

Such a fate didn't scare her at all. Once it processed her to the last drop, she would return to him as if nothing had ever happened. At the meantime, watching his organs devotedly work to sustain their giant master was comforting. She loved him more than she could say, and being this close to him, taking part in his life on every possible level made her heart burst with happiness and affection.

With a sleepy yawn she snuggled into the plushie folds, soothes by the feeling of belonging and peace.

- I love you. - A muffled voice sneaked into her slumber.

- I love you too. - She replied, idly granting her living bed with a gentle stroke...

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cool thing about size difference vore is pred may have any shit going on inside while the face remains brick

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Favorite g/t vore "foreplay" (ex cock vore or mawplay?

Willing or not?

Oh, there has to be some maw play before the devouring, the teasing is just way too much fun!

Teasing the prey, showing off my maw, rolling then around my tongue. I'm not going to just swallow like a dog, I like to savour my food, appreciate their flavor.

After all every single girl or boy that I eat is unique, there isn't another one like them, so even though I might not remember them after a while I am going to take my time savouring my food. <3

And about willing or unwilling... Both are good, it's really more of a mood thing, sometimes I feel like hunting my prey, chasing them down the streets until I manage to pin them down, savouring the sweat on their skin, hearing their heart pounding in the chest and feeling their useless struggles as my maw comes down on them.

Sometimes I like going easy, having a nice day, going out, talking, almost making it a date! At the end we go back to their place so I can have some dessert with them offering me their whole body and being solely for my pleasure, simply to try and sate my hunger for a little while. A perfect end for a perfect night <3

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all the better to eat you with

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:]

Kinda excited- its my bday today.

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Thinking about a pred straddling their prey's hips, grinning down at them. The prey is very obviously flustered and squirms a little under the pred, but they don't say anything.

"Darling, would you cover my lunch? I seem to have forgotten mine somewhere."

The prey, almost brainless at this point, nods frantically. The pred chuckles at how cute and brainless their little morsel is, and then bend down, pressing a kiss to the prey's forehead, before they move on, taking the prey in. The pred purposefully goes slow, allowing the prey to really get a feel for the pred's throat muscles, squishing and pulling them down. Each swallow is slow and smooth, effortlessly pulling the prey down further...

Eventually, the last of the prey disappears past the pred's lips. The pred lets put a satisfied sigh, rubbing their stomach gently. They don't get prey so willing and eager everyday... So they're going to cherish this meal.

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I still have no name for this guy

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Pred who pretends to be a mouth breather so their maw is open and always ready for someone to hop in, and it works out since they get prey pretty regularly every few minutes