Warning: VERY graphic vore and digestion content ahead. Proceed at your own risk!!
The sort of vore where the pred digests and fully processes bits and pieces of their meal while the helpless prey is still alive and squirming within them is criminally underutilized.
I wonder how it would feel, being digested inch by inch, having bits and pieces of my body slowly broken down, boiled and crushed into mulch by the preds powerful stomach walls and gastric juices, leaving me helplessly lying in a neck deep pool of my own mushy, liquified remains. I wonder what sort of sensations would flow through me, feeling my own arms and legs slowly losing their shape and consistency, collapsing into chunky, grimy sludge with a few loud snaps and crunches as the powerful stomach walls cave in, kneading my acid soaked body like a lump of softened dough, grinding my meat and skin into fleshy soup.
I can just imagine being left a broken, limbless torso, quivering and shaking helplessly within the stomach as it starts to drain of its contents, feeling my own liquified body swirling and bubbling around me as it squelches and slops noisily through the sphincter into the preds intestines. I can practically already hear the gurgling and glorping of my own remains pumping through the preds creaking, groaning bowels deep below, knowing that soon they’ll plant their plump ass down on the toilet and squeeze out a hot, heavy loaf of digested preymeat while I still squirm and whimper within their churning depths, waiting for the rest of me to inevitably follow suit…
New mini series coming to my patreon. Gonna be me documenting my appetite and meals I’ve swallowed and showing off the aftermath for you to enjoy as if I really swallowed someone (which I did) Let’s just keep this one secret between us
Protein and brotein, gotta grow by all means necessary even if it means putting my own teammates to good use. All that matters to me is that Im the biggest player and keep that title. Coach is gonna find out soon enough whats been happening to his players. Anyways, gotta put all these nutrients to good use, muscle milk and a whole teammate, Im sure this belly is gonna grow more and handle more meals.
I wonder when coach is gonna figure out what Ive been doing to the team. Ima keep this up for awhile so long as he keeps recruiting new players. More food for me I say. Part 2 soon
Warning, yet another instance of graphic vore, digestion, and their nasty implications ahead:
My favorite kind of dates are the ones when you’ve already scheduled a visit from plumber for the very next day before you’ve even met me face to face. What can I say, I like a partner who’s confident, and who knows what they want!
In fact, the only disappointing aspect of hooking up with someone so single-mindedly predatory and ruthless is the fact that a body as smooth and limber and perfect as mine winds up resigned to such a lowly and humiliating fate… I wonder if you’ll feel guilty at all, reducing these elegant features and succulent curves down into a broken, sizzling pile of hot, mushy meat simmering away in your ravenous stomach? I doubt it. Hunger comes before the appreciation of beauty after all!
Regardless, I don’t think you’ll even remember or care about the disgusting end of my graceful beauty when you’re stuck on the toilet for a few hours straight the next day. I’m willing to bet the only thing on your mind will be how to hide the bones from the plumber~
Stretch marks on the belly and hips are honestly just vore tally marks signifying all the prey you’ve eaten. It’s like when WWII pilots drew up their confirmed kills on the side of their planes.
Preds, it’s sucha power move to lift a leg and let a ripe, bassy, cheek-wobbling fart rip right as the sludgy, liquified mess of your preys remains start to pump from your stomach down into your bowels.
There’s no better way to establish dominance over your next meal.
Warning: VERY graphic vore and digestion content ahead. Proceed at your own risk!!
The sort of vore where the pred digests and fully processes bits and pieces of their meal while the helpless prey is still alive and squirming within them is criminally underutilized.
I wonder how it would feel, being digested inch by inch, having bits and pieces of my body slowly broken down, boiled and crushed into mulch by the preds powerful stomach walls and gastric juices, leaving me helplessly lying in a neck deep pool of my own mushy, liquified remains. I wonder what sort of sensations would flow through me, feeling my own arms and legs slowly losing their shape and consistency, collapsing into chunky, grimy sludge with a few loud snaps and crunches as the powerful stomach walls cave in, kneading my acid soaked body like a lump of softened dough, grinding my meat and skin into fleshy soup.
I can just imagine being left a broken, limbless torso, quivering and shaking helplessly within the stomach as it starts to drain of its contents, feeling my own liquified body swirling and bubbling around me as it squelches and slops noisily through the sphincter into the preds intestines. I can practically already hear the gurgling and glorping of my own remains pumping through the preds creaking, groaning bowels deep below, knowing that soon they’ll plant their plump ass down on the toilet and squeeze out a hot, heavy loaf of digested preymeat while I still squirm and whimper within their churning depths, waiting for the rest of me to inevitably follow suit…
Preds, is the best way to flirt with you something along the lines of asking if you’ve had the chance to gulp down and gurgle up any particularly succulent slabs of tender, juicy person meat recently?
Do y'all like it when a preyish partner appeals to your vorish sensibilities and gives your tubby, rumbling, ruthless prey-tank a nice rub while they ask you how much is left of your last meal sloshing and gurgling around in there?
Yeah, being a feeder is nice and all, but being the meal itself is even better.
The gurgles, grumbles, and groans of your partner’s packed guts. The stuffed little moans and half-belches of satisfaction from your predatory feedee. The inevitable transformation of their firm, taut, bloated belly into a plump, plushy, sagging dome of sloshy, squishy goodness after a few tummy rubs and a long nap. The thick, warm layers of jiggling lard packed upon their frame once your sludgy body has been thoroughly churned and processed.
Everything there is to love about stuffing and feeding is practically doubled when vore gets involved, and I will die on this hill.
Warning, yet another instance of graphic vore, digestion, and their nasty implications ahead:
My favorite kind of dates are the ones when you’ve already scheduled a visit from plumber for the very next day before you’ve even met me face to face. What can I say, I like a partner who’s confident, and who knows what they want!
In fact, the only disappointing aspect of hooking up with someone so single-mindedly predatory and ruthless is the fact that a body as smooth and limber and perfect as mine winds up resigned to such a lowly and humiliating fate… I wonder if you’ll feel guilty at all, reducing these elegant features and succulent curves down into a broken, sizzling pile of hot, mushy meat simmering away in your ravenous stomach? I doubt it. Hunger comes before the appreciation of beauty after all!
Regardless, I don’t think you’ll even remember or care about the disgusting end of my graceful beauty when you’re stuck on the toilet for a few hours straight the next day. I’m willing to bet the only thing on your mind will be how to hide the bones from the plumber~
Hey preds I’m genuinely curious, what exactly does it feel like to have the squirming mass of a whole entire person slip down your throat and fill out your belly? What sort of sensations flood your mind and body when the firm, weighty, wriggling swell of an entire person slithers down your esophagus, stretching out your greedy gullet before settling down into the heavy, distended bulge of your strained, taut belly? How do you feel and what do you think as their twitches and spasms gradually fade away into gurgling stillness while the heavy mass of meat in your gut slowly softens and shrinks, deflating down into a sagging, mushy bulge?
