yourcarnevoreuspal

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Rub my belly until the last victim stops squirming

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Ohh iwanttodothistosomeonesobaaaddd

here's a silly little post about digesting in an ambiguous pred's guts because I haven’t posted here in a very long time and I should probably do that or whatever.

CW// detailed fatal vore, (prey's perspective) and burping (since I know people can feel iffy about that too) under the cut

🔞 MDNI 🔞

So this is where you’ll be spending your final moments… pathetic isn’t it?

You’re trapped in a dark abyss, stowed away within disgustingly humid gut; just about ready to churn to mush. Your own little hellish world where you’re meant to spend the last few measly hours of your life.

That is, if you even last that long. 

You gasp for breath, the stale oxygen making you cough, the fumes watering your eyes, using any strength you can to push against the walls squishing inwards on you. 

To properly was nearly impossible, the organ so small, you could barely fit. You don’t know how they were able to get you down, the tight squeeze nearly suffocating you, but unfortunately for you, their perseverance proved to be just as strong as their stomach walls. 

You’re curled up, knees pressed against your chest, squishing into your ribs with each breath; digging in even harder with every clench and contraction of the stomach walls as the organ slowly makes sense of its new slab of meat to churn. 

Drenched in frothy stomach acids, your hair dripping with the stuff, run-off pooling around and seeping into your skin. 

You’re helpless as a slight tingling sensation slowly grows, spreading across your body. 

Though you couldn’t see, darkness encompassing you, it felt like every other sense has heightened, the searing heat overwhelming your brain and leaving you dizzy— oh, that actually might be the gastric fumes encompassing you. 

God—It smells so fucking bad. The acrid air is thick with pungent Vapor, the oxygen just barely breathable and making your eyes water. every breath shallow and stale, not to mention air was depleting quickly with each ravenous belch that was blasted up their throat. 

Though with every couple belches, your captor gives a bit of mercy and will swallow a couple gulps of fresh air. you were sure it was purely to keep you going for a bit longer, wanting to savor your body for as long as possible, of course. They worked hard for you, clearly they’re not gonna let their hunt end that quickly. 

Prodding against their stomach walls, fingers stretching and pushing at the folds of rugae. you tried to get their attention muffled pleas that you hoped would get through to them, only to be met with silence. You were lucky if they mustered out a hum of enjoyment from the outside, rumbling all around you. 

Embarrassing.

This may be your last moments you can’t even fight back, one would assume they would die thrashing, kicking desperately against the stomach walls but no, your pred had to choose you. To gorge themselves on a meal they’ll spend an inordinate amount of time digesting. 

you tense up as an unnatural presence prods back against your back. pressure felt past the layers of organ, fat, muscle and skin. A couple fingers dancing along your spine, curving down the paunch; which you certainly had helped in forming. They repeated this motion a few times, giving their gut a nice hefty slap as well, wobbling you and sloshing around the concoction you’re stewing in. 

Feeling that utter humiliation as they truly enjoy their meal to the fullest, you try to struggle and kick, using any energy you have left to extend your limbs out against the tight, slime laden walls.

 You could feel them tense up, holding their breath and let out a groan as their stomach walls clench, forcing your legs back into position knocking the wind out of your chest; once again sending you heaving for toxic air, gagging with each desperate breath. 

You have to get out, you can’t die like this. you feel everything surrounding you attempting to drain every bit of life from you. 

With the calm heartbeat casually thumping above, your captor content and happy to digest you without a care or worry someone will come looking for you— and there’s nothing to do but writhe around and whine for the pleasure of someone else.

Face it, You’re nothing but food now.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

tummy fuller than anything else reblog this instantly if u agree

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Can I have one

Is being a pred an illness? Are there medications to treat it? Is it mental? A virus? A bacteria? A parasite?? Who knows

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Put your fingers in my mouth. See what happens, I dare you :)

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Swallowing sequences are one of my favorite parts of vore. It's the natural conclusion to tasting any meal. It's the moment that a pred's body completely claims their prey, when the last hope of escape is crushed. The prey is turned over to — and absolutely dominated by — the automatic processes of the body.

How intimidating the throat is initially depends on the size of the prey.

For someone small enough to go down in a single gulp? The throat is an instant end. A yawning abyss that will easily claim them once their predator is done tasting them. Half of the fight is the prey getting away from the throat rather than out of the mouth. They'll spend all of their energy fighting against the jaws that make up their entire world, and simply disappear.

They're so small that they pass through like any other bite of food. Showing them how insignificant they are to the body surrounding them. The pred could've easily overpowered them at any time. None of their struggles mattered, the only thing that delayed the inevitable was their pred savoring them.

Larger prey start off with sense of disbelief. The pred is still much bigger than them; but there's no way they could get them down, right? Surely they can fight their way out of this! With each arduous gulp, the pred draws them in further and further. Progress might slow as the prey struggles, hitting their pred, lodging themself in place, holding into anything they can reach. Progress might slow, but it will not stop.

At the halfway point, they start getting more desperate. Peristalsis begins to aid the pred in swallowing. They have to grapple with the fact that they are actually going to be eaten. The prey is taken inch by inch, until the final swallow blots out the last glimpse of freedom. It's tight and warm and wet and overwhelming. They can feel the esophagus ripple around them as it drags them to their final destination. The pred follows along their progress, swallowing to hasten the prey's slow descent to their stomach. Now the hard part is over — for the pred at least.

Once someone is swallowed, their fate is sealed. It's the end of their life as a person, and the beginning of digestion. They're left at the mercy of a pred that could easily forget about them. At this point, both of them are just along for the ride.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Prey getting squeezed into a stomach that's already very active.

The relief of being released from the tight confines of the esophagus is short lived. They don't even get a moment to think before the stomach welcomes them with crushing force.

Maybe it's just intense at the start. Joints popping and cracking, the kind of relieving pain you get with a deep tissue massage. But the longer they're in there the softer they get, and the walls around them grind harder and harder into them.

It's hard for them to tell how long it's been going on. How long they've been soaked in digestive fluids and manhandled by the stomach. Treated with a casual cruelty that only food should go through.

Eventually the body gives in. Bones snap. They fold in on themself. If they're unlucky they survive the first few breaks. It doesn't matter. The stomach mashes them up into something it can work with. And digestion simply continues.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Half size prey 😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫🥴😵‍💫🤤🤤

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Ngl I think I'd feel comfy enough to actually fall asleep if I had someone about a foot tall curled up in my stomach

Minors do not interact

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

pred who ate you to tease you but as digestion starts, they start to get into it

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

muzzle hungry preds

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Give me prey or im eating you instead

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

FffUck

I nneed prey so bad imso hhnungryy

Ppleaasepleasepleasepleaseple as epleaseeplease imm

Im

Im a goodboy. pleasse ggive mme. Preyy

Ohhhhsomething heavy and squirming I can crush underneath meeee while they pllleeeead

hhhhggg pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease ill

Ill let you rub my tjmmyy and

Ill Wear yyour sillly collars ogh just give me prey pleaseplease

Please ill even stopp trying to eatt youu just give me somethinng else pppleasepleasepleaase

Ogh youu allways call meee a gooodboy but never give me treatsss pleasehhhhghhghhrgrhrgr pllleaase

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Villain: “It’s over Hero! You’re all mine! No last minute escapes this time! Not from this particular “vat of acid!”! Hero: “No! Not like this!”

Villain: *Pauses, glances down at belly, huffs offended* “Not like this? Seriously? This isn’t even in the top ten most horrible ways I’ve tried to do away with you. And this is the one that gets a ‘No! Not like this!’”

Hero: *evasively* “…look, just let me out okay?”

Villain: “Hmm” *pats along belly* “No, I don’t think I will”

Hero: “Villain!”

Villain: “Nope”

Hero: “Villain!” Villain: “No”

Hero: “Please!” Villain: “Not happening!”

Hero: “It’s too intimate!” *strained sounding*

Villain: *thoughtfully, still stroking belly*

“Intimate? Well yes, I suppose we are rather close together…and I can feel literally every little squirming movement you make-“

Hero: “Villain it’s literally turning me on!” Villain: *a pause* “Ah”

Hero: *incredibly embarassed* “Yup”

Villain: “Oh dear.” Hero: “Uh huh”

Villain: “…”

Hero: “…”

Villain: *hugs belly closer* “Even better! <3”

Hero: “Villain no!”

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Coughs

Interesting

Being eaten by an uncaring pred and then hearing an incessant buzzing about 5 minutes later. It’s absolutely loud and impossible to block out. Then you realize that they’re getting off to your digestion, which rightfully pisses you off. You start beating their stomach walls which only increases the moaning… there’s no winning, you just gotta let them finish. Maybe a few times… maybe when the post nut clarity hits, they’ll let you out.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

prey who targets regular people, making them swallow someone alive and digest them

The orey enjoys the thrill of making a regular person digest another human alive. For the first time