Oh Gee Whiz I'm Vorny Once Again, Who Could've Seen This Coming?! I Can't Believe That Once More, I'm

Oh gee whiz I'm vorny once again, who could've seen this coming?! I can't believe that once more, I'm getting all hot and bothered at the thought of a swollen, groaning stomach noisily churning another person into bubbling sludge!

“It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. When you come back, we can talk about it.”

“Just rest for a while. My body will take care of you.”

“Take a nap. When you’re up in a few hours, you’ll feel good and whole again.”

“You get some alone time, I get a snack. Win-win.”

“Feel your troubles melt right off of you.”

“For those few hours you’re a part of me, I hope you feel every ounce of me loving you.”

“No pain. No sting. No hurt. Warmth and sleep.”

I don't do hard vore, but everything else I do 😊

HEY YOU. YEAH, YOU.

I need blogs to follow since my dash is barren. Help a dragon out, will ya?

Do you happen to post:

- Hard vore?(!!!)

- Fatal vore?(!!!)

- G/T vore?

- Just vore in general?

Then you better reblog this post because I certainly need new blogs to follow.

Please note I am NOT looking to follow blogs who only post soft and safe vore along with discourse. Thank you for understanding!

the whole “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” is cute and we don’t think about it enough for being so cute and soft as an idea

the intimacy of being tired together. a head on a chest while falling asleep to the thump thump thump of your love’s heart. those delirious giggles you get directed at nothing in particular. to be wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on a cold winter’s night, bodies as close and intertwined as humanly possible to keep warm. there’s nothing i want more than to drift off in the arms of the one i love.

Heart Pangs - ‘For Benji’ (Part 9/?)

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Summary: Terrified of hurting Benji, Felix turns to unorthodox methods to sate his new, overwhelming hunger.

Contents (WARNING FOR MAJOR SPOILERS): fearplay; vore - m/m, size difference, reluctant pred, unwilling prey, some post-vore, digestion mentions, ambiguous ending

Wordcount: 2,831

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Felix drives furiously back into town, searching for something specific, although he can’t say what. He’ll know it when he gets there.

He turns corners, eyes scanning the streets, until he realizes what he wants. He slows the car and pulls it into a parking space. He opens the door and steps onto the street. The sun is setting and, although there aren’t a lot of people around, he knows he’s in a prey dominated part of town. He knows they think they’re safe here. He knows they’ll let their guard down.

Felix prowls the streets, keeping his head down, staying in the shadows. The few prey he passes give him strange looks but say nothing. Felix’s gaze is sharp as it scans everyone he spots. There’s something inside guiding him, although he can’t say what. Instinct? It tells him to reject that beautiful woman over there and that old man over there and that—

Felix stops dead in his tracks. Yes, that man further down the sidewalk is the one.

Felix sets off, keeping his distance, trying not to draw the man’s attention. The man appears to be on his way home from work. He’s tired, unaware of his surroundings. He lets his feet guide him while his mind wanders.

This shouldn’t be difficult.

Felix keeps pace with the man, waiting for the right moment to strike. When the man rounds a corner, cutting himself from Felix’s line of vision, Felix slows. He feels the force that has been driving him begin to falter. What is he doing? Is he really planning to consume this stranger? Not only is that illegal, but it’s morally repugnant. How could Felix even consider it? What would Benji think?

Benji.

Felix’s gut twists at the thought of him. For a heartbeat, Felix is ready to speed back to the Marotta household. He wants Benji. That’s who he really wants. He wants to feel Benji sliding down his throat and filling out his stomach. He wants to have every inch of Benji for himself, to conquer his body with his own. Felix’s fingers already twitch as they imagine wrapping themselves around Benji’s tiny, delicate wrist again.

Felix grits his teeth and presses his fingertips into his temples, trying to squeeze the thoughts from his head. He can’t. Not to Benji. He picks up his pace once more. If this is the only thing that can silence those thoughts, the only thing that can protect Benji, then so be it. He’ll do it. For Benji.

Felix trails the man until he heads for a quiet, narrow alley. Just what Felix wants, what he’s been waiting for. He speeds down another street then loops around until he’s at the other end of the alley. He catches the prey man just as he’s about to exit.

“What the—” the prey man starts as Felix looms over him then shoves him back into the shadows of the alley.

“Shh,” Felix hisses grasping a hand over the man’s mouth. Adrenaline is pulsing through him. All he can hear is the blood roaring in his ears.

The prey man’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s about to happen. He lets out a strangled cry from behind Felix’s smothering grip. He shakes his head and makes what Felix assumes are muffled protests.

“I’m sorry,” Felix tells him, genuinely meaning it. His feelings are rapidly shifting between excitement, fear, and disgust. Sometimes even disbelief. Can he really do what he’s about to do? Sure, he’s watched videos in bio class and online, but the task ahead seems nearly impossible. “I’m so sorry,” Felix mutters again as he pulls the prey’s head close to his.

The man’s protests escalate. For a moment, Felix doubts he can do it. He’s not even sure HOW to do it. It’s not like he’s had coaching. But there’s that instinct running through his blood, nudging him in the right direction. His fingers twitch. His mouth stretches wide. He pulls his prey in tight.

The prey man’s head goes right past his lips and presses into the back of Felix’s throat. Sparks go off and muscles contract reflexively. Suddenly the man’s head is traveling down Felix’s throat. Felix’s jaw stretches wider as he’s forced to accommodate the man’s shoulders.

For a moment he panics. Something about this feels incredibly wrong, but at the same time, overwhelmingly right. It’s like a missing part of him has been discovered.

In his panic, Felix swallows again. He feels like he’s going to be ripped in two by the size of the prey man forcing his way past Felix’s ribcage. He gags more than once as the prey flails wildly, twisting and kicking and jerking. But Felix’s body holds fast, and he finds he almost sort of enjoys the pain.

In the moments leading up to this, Felix’s number one fear had been his prey being too strong for him. He knows preds are stronger. He knows it from school and he knows it from growing up around Benji. But Felix has never really had a metric for his strength against a prey’s. He’s never really had a reason to overpower Benji. He just knew he had to be gentle. But the prey he holds now? It’s a full grown man, yet his struggles feel almost laughable. His kicks aren’t painful as much as they are an annoyance. And despite all his efforts to pull himself from Felix’s throat, he’s stuck fast, pulled in deeper with each swallow.

Then something changes. Felix feels a wave rolling over him, starting from his core and working its way outward. He has to blink several times to refocus himself. At first he doesn’t realize what happened, but then, as he swallows once more and feels the pressure increase in his core, everything clicks into place.

His prey has reached his stomach.

Felix spares a hand from holding his prey in favor of letting it fly to his stomach. Already the surface is expanding, filling out. The skin stretches in a way that’s painfully tight and wonderfully fulfilling. The feeling sends him into a frenzy, and he swallows over and over again, fascinated by the way his belly expands further and further outward.

Then he stops, confused. All he feels now is the man’s toes slithering down his throat. The shock of realization washes over him. He’s consumed the whole prey.

Felix shivers as he feels the last of the man curl into his stomach.

He lets out one heaving gasp. He never imagined consuming could feel like this. He feels he understands now. He understands why, despite how terribly cruel consuming can be to prey, preds still do it. He understands how there’s a whole industry around it. He understands what has driven preds to consume for centuries.

And then the prey’s struggling begins.

Felix doubles over, grabbing at the alley wall for support. He thought he felt awful when his prey was stretching him apart on the way down, but this is something else entirely. He feels as though he has a lead weight in his stomach, pulling down on his skin. And on top of that, the weight is moving. It’s jabbing at his innards and throwing him off balance.

Felix’s flexes his abdominals. He feels like, if he can just hold his prey in place, he can avoid the pain, he can alleviate some of the staggering weight. But as soon as he feels some stability, his stomach muscles grow weak and he has to release them. He grits his teeth in frustration. His father had always made it look so easy. He’s never seemed bothered by the extra weight. How long did it take for him to build up that kind of strength?

Felix closes his eyes and presses his forehead into the cement wall. His father, his parents, his home, they’re all waiting for him. Felix’s eyes fly back open. The reality of what he has just done suddenly sinks in.

He’s just consumed an innocent prey. Not only that, but he’s standing in the middle of the streets with an obviously full and struggling belly. What is he supposed to do? Release the man? It seems the most obvious solution. If he’s caught like this, Felix can get in a lot of trouble. But if he releases the man, he’ll more than likely be reported. Then Felix will definitely be in trouble. And if Felix gets in trouble, more than likely, Benji will hear about it, and Benji can’t know. Oh god, Benji can never know about this ever. He trusts Felix. If he learns what Felix has just done....

Felix shoves the thought aside. No, he can’t risk that. But he can’t risk standing out in the open like this either. He shoves himself off the wall, clutching at his belly, trying both to hide it and to keep the weight of it steady.

Felix’s heart is racing as he darts through the streets, eyes scanning for any stray prey. He wishes he paid more attention to where he was going while he stalked the prey man. Finally, relief crashes over him when he spots his parents’ car, right where he left it. Felix practically sprints to the driver’s side, wrenches open the door, and throws himself inside.

His new belly is squished into the steering wheel. His prey doesn’t seem to enjoy the suddenly tight space. Felix presses his lips tight until he can move the seat back, making space for the both of them.

Felix lets out a breath and runs his fingers over his stomach, still in disbelief that it’s there. If anyone would know what to do about his situation, it would be his parents. Maybe they know a way he can release the prey man without risking getting reported.

Felix feels a twinge at the thought of releasing his prey. He likes having him in there, but the thought of leaving him in there, of digesting him.... He feels a wave of nausea come over him. The farther down from the initial high of consuming he comes, the worse he feels.

Before Felix can dwell any longer, he starts the car and pulls into traffic. Driving with a full stomach is... distracting to say the least. He tries very hard not to to let the pinching and prodding distract him. Thankfully, by the time Felix pulls into his driveway, his prey seems to have worn itself out. Any movement it gives is half hearted at best.

Felix stumbles out of the car, glad it’s fully dark now and he doesn’t have to worry about nosy neighbors. He feels his prey give a start at the change in movement so he clutches his belly again to steady it. His father’s car isn’t home yet, so Felix rehearses what he’s going to say to his mother when he has to face her.

He smells dinner once he’s inside. Felix is already so full, the thought of eating more makes him ill. His mother is distracted with cooking when he finds her.

Felix swallows. “Mother,” he starts nervously.

His mother turns to look at him then stops dead. Her eyes are fixed on Felix’s engorged middle. Felix feels a prickle down his spine. He feels ridiculously exposed. He wants to sink back into the shadows, away from his mother’s unbreaking stare.

He’s trying to remember what he planned to say to her when her face suddenly breaks into a smile.

“I take it you had a good time with Benji today?” she asks.

Felix blinks. He’s prepared himself for a lot of things his mother could say when she sees him, but this is definitely not one of them.

“Um,” he stutters. Is she pretending not to notice? Should he play along? “Yeah. It was great. Like always.”

His mother approaches him, still smiling, and Felix has to stop himself from taking a step back. She reaches out. For a moment Felix thinks she’s going to touch his stomach but then she gathers his hands in her own.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” she says in one breath. “I knew this day would come. I’ve known for so long. Your father will be so excited to hear when he gets home.”

Felix, still at a loss, only smiles back out of habit, but this seems to satisfy his mother.

“Why don’t you go to your room to digest,” she says. “I doubt you’ll want anything more to eat tonight. Go and relax. Your first few times will be harder and take longer, but after awhile, you’ll get stronger and your body will get used to it.”

Felix’s mouth hangs open. “You want me to digest?” he says in disbelief. “Isn’t that bad? Isn’t that illegal?”

His mother throws back her head and laughs. “Oh, don’t worry about anything like that, sweetie. If any trouble comes up, your father will take care of it. Please don’t worry, Felix. This is your first time. It’s a special night. You should enjoy it.”

Felix struggles to speak. This conversation has gone so far from the direction he had anticipated, he doesn’t know what else to do but nod and head for his room. Once there, he crawls into bed and leans back on his pillows, feeling the weight of his prey rest on top of him.

He supposes he has no choice now. His parents are expecting him to digest. His father is expecting him to digest. Felix presses his fingertips into the taut skin of his abdomen. If he presses hard enough, he thinks he can feel a hint of the prey’s form within him. The man still seems solid and definitely alive. Has digestion even started? Will Felix know when it does? He’s sure he’d notice a change if it had. If that’s the case, then what’s stopping it? Everything Felix has ever learned tells him that digestion is harder to stop than to start. He doesn’t feel like he’s doing anything in particular to stop it, so what’s going wrong?

Felix sighs and closes his eyes. He’s glad, at least, that it isn’t Benji’s weight on top of him right now. At least, he tells himself he’s glad.

He wonders what Benji is doing right now. Probably safe and sound, eating dinner with the rest of his family like a normal person. Felix’s eyes flutter open as he realizes something.

His mother thinks it’s Benji that he’s consumed.

Felix covers his face with a hand for being so dense. That’s why she said what she said. She thinks their time together ended with Felix consuming Benji. Well, she wasn’t far from the truth. But now he realizes, it’s something she’s been waiting for. His parents have been expecting him to consume Benji for... how long? Probably from the start, Felix thinks.

He feels suddenly ill again and sinks further into his pillows.

He doesn’t move until his eyelids grow heavy, but even then, he forces himself to stay awake. He stays awake until he hears his father get home. Felix expects his father to come up to his room and congratulate him as well, but thankfully he’s left in peace. The only thing that stirs is the occasional shifting of the prey man as he tries to find a more comfortable position. Felix almost finds the movement comforting, like he’s not alone. Not really.

He knows he needs to start digestion, however that may be, but the longer he lays there, the more he fears what digestion will entail. The pain he’ll cause his prey, the road he’ll be going down. He doesn’t want to experience it, much less feel it all happen within him in the emptiness of his room.

When Felix’s eyes are burning with exhaustion, he settles on the only plan he can think of. He’ll go to sleep and let his body do what it does naturally. If he’s unconscious for the duration of digestion, maybe he won’t feel so bad when it’s over and done with.

So Felix flicks off his bedside lamp. Everything feels so much more surreal in the dark.

He tries to get comfortable in bed but finds it very difficult with a belly full of prey. The man scrambles frantically with every jostle, every change in position. Felix feels too guilty to lay in any position he thinks will make the man any more uncomfortable than he probably is already. But any position Felix thinks works for the prey, is too uncomfortable for him to fall asleep in.

After about ten minutes of tossing and turning, Felix settles on laying at an angle on his side so that his prey is only partially caught under his weight. At least this way Felix can rest his head on his pillow without too much trouble.

Felix curls protectively around his belly, hoping this will all be behind him in the morning, and finally he falls into a restless sleep.