Idk If I'm Brave Enough, But I Don't Think I Would Mind Ending Up As Breakfast The Morning After

Idk if I'm brave enough, but I don't think I would mind ending up as breakfast the morning after ✨

*BHHHUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP*

That should calm them down. 😉 Anyone brave enough to rub this vore belly tonight?

My favorite adjectives for digestion:

CHURNING

Stewing

Gurgling

Groaning

Sloshing

Rumbling

Squelching

Simmering

Sizzling

Juicy

Kneading

Bubbling

Burbling

Boiling

Liquified

Melting

Fluids

Chyme

Soup

Slurry

Creamy

Acidic

Contraction

Vibrating

Strained

Feel free to add on

“It goes on for hours. Each little morsel he set his sight upon, how he toyed with them, how he tasted them, how they felt as they slithered down his clenching gullet, gasping and whimpering. There is no sense of repetition, even though his gluttony frequently strays into the dozens or even more, even though his belly can fit so, so many. Every life sent spiralling down the hot abyss of his hungry maw is described with the same tender care, as though they were the love of a lifetime. And they are, he explains. In the moments he spends pinning them under his terrible weight and lapping them up and swallowing them down and stroking the heavy swell they make in his gut until there is nothing left, they are the most important things in the world to him. He cares. He cares so much.”

“He discusses what his throat feels like, and what you will feel like for him as you flutter and push desperately at it. He muses on whether he should take you slowly, so slowly that every millimetre, every quiver, receives all the attention and raw hunger which it deserves... or snap you up in an instant and just smother you inside his mouth, overwhelming every hope of freedom with his rippling tongue and savouring your flavour for hours on end. He describes how much his gut bubbles and ripples at the mere thought of you, how eager it is to have you fill it. He is a masterful storyteller, and every word weaves a tapestry of perfect horror. When words aren’t enough, he sends you flashes of sensation. Just weak echoes, nothing, he promises you, compared to the real thing. They’re still so, so much more than you can bear. The power of his gullet makes you tremble and shake, the soft pillowy hunger of his maw makes your knees wobble, the sheer total darkness inside him and the sense of being so imprisoned within his churning belly, drives you down the wall, gasping claustrophobically and pleading for light and air”

“Everyone else has been caught, and claimed, and churned. He told you how it went for the last of them, how she grabbed onto the sides of his jaws for minutes on end while his throat rippled and gulped, slowly easing each finger away, how he stroked every inch of her gorgeous body, teasing the heavy bulge in his long gullet, as she slid down, how he felt every time she pushed out at his bubbling belly until he responded, and pressed his own enormous claw to her own hand, holding her and caressing her as he slowly melted her down into nothing but more of him. And then, when you are huddled, trembling, utterly broken, and you are trying so hard to prepare yourself for what comes next, for the hours of lustful whispers about how good you’ll feel, how hot and wet and soft he is, how much he’s going to do to you before you slip away to sleep deep inside…”

Excerpts from The Hole Within by TheGuyWhoKnows

✨ Shut up and eat me already ✨

Appears once in a full moon to post some werewolf vore before Halloween ends 👀. Without further ado, here’s some of my favorite things that can apply to safe vore werewolves! (Or any transforming creature you like 👌)

- The initial fear and feelings of betrayal from the prey. They just watched their friend turn into this beast without warning- Now they’re scared but want to help. Except…. jeez, they’re drooling at the sight of them. They’re looking at them a bit too intensely. They’re walking towards them too confidently. They’re pinned against the wall/ground too easily by them-

- The first long lick as the pred has their first taste. They always knew their friend was delicious, and in this form instinct takes over. The prey yells, or freezes, maybe even blushes, but their heart is certainly racing and they have a very bad feeling about it.

- The shock of realizing they won’t be torn up into little bits as their head is forced into the pred’s mouth. Saliva soaks them and powerful throat muscles pull them down easily. Whether they struggle or not, way too soon the prey’s shoulders are gently nibbles on as the pred takes loud happy gulps.

- The pred’s tail wagging as all of this is happening.

- The prey eventually giving up. They never thought they’d go out like this. Might… might as well enjoy it. They go limp as the soft muscles massage them. It….. wow, it really does feel nice.

- The long satisfied sigh as the pred finishes. They rest a paw on their belly and rub it as they collapse in a happy, over-full pile.

- The prey tentatively getting comfortable in their new stomach environment. They’re still scared this is the end, but at least it’s warm and soft.

- Falling asleep to the still fast beating heartbeat of the pred.

- The pred waking up in the morning, transformed back into their normal form and with a HUGE stomach. Cue sadness and panic until they feel movement from inside. * Digestion/reformation alt later.

- The apologies after, seeing as the pred is horrified this happened.

- The prey admitting they…. actually kinda liked it. Now cue the pred getting unreasonably flustered.

- The next full moon, things are done much more willingly~

-* Alternatively, the pred is horrified to wake up to a medium sized, squishy stomach. What did they eat- where’s their friend- oh dear god. Only to find the prey safe and sound, shaken but excited to discover they can reform. (How is up to you.) The rest plays out the same.

Gawd I'm just thinking of plopping down into someone's belly and them having to loosen up and untie their nice silk robe to accommodate their now huge gut... It just splayed in their lap, huge and round, with me squirming inside, their robe lazily pooling around them as they lean back onto a bed full of pillows. And I just digest away, maybe make it where they won't be able to tie that nice robe back anymore once I'm gone...