Blackness

Blackness

I find it so strange, my prey, that you’ll resign yourself to a fate you can’t even see.

You’ll receive a hint of your fate as you’re dangling over my throat, nothing but a yawning abyss stretching on almost infinitely below you. You’ll only see pink, pulsing muscles dripping with saliva for a moment before I seem to swallow light along with you. After that point of no return, sight gives way to sensation. You can’t see how my throat will squeeze you to your destination, but you will certainly feel the relentless pressure and the fluids slickening the tunnel. You’ll be granted a quick but controlled plunge into the ravenous void.

And once that void accepts you? You’ll find a strange and temporary world. It is a world of every sensation except for sight. The fizzle and tingle of acid titillating your skin, the bubbling churns of your dutiful chamber, the possessive squeezing and massaging of the unseen flesh. The darkness won’t let you go. It will hold you there, tightly, tenderly – making you its own.

My own.

You must realize, my prey, that you can’t be the first to feel this way. You certainly aren’t. Countless before you have ventured into the black, never to return again. The French have a lovely term for that desire, I think. It refers to the phenomenon of standing at a great height, looking down, and feeling the unexplained urge to leap.

L'appel du vide. “Call of the void.”

My prey, I am your l'appel du vide. I am the pit that beckons you. The roiling hunger inside of me is your siren song. I can see it in your eyes. Even if fear flickers inside of you, the desire to press forward, into the unknown, keeps you inching toward me and brings you into my inevitable grasp.

As I slacken my jaw to grant your wish, answer one question for me, please.

Are you afraid of the dark?

👉👈 I might wanna help rub your full belly for a while first, but I volunteer as willing belly fuel 💕😩

Just quick video of a recent meal. Since returning to Tumblr, so many new prey have followed me, including this fella- and after swallowing so many unexpected food or package delivery boys over the last few months, it was so satisfying to have a willing admirer of my big vore belly squirming inside of it after gliding so easily and quickly down my throat. Delicious!

And you could be next! 😉

Wanna know one of my fave things about vore?  Thick goopy digestion where the prey is aware the entire time and sees them self slowly goopify. The get to know that soon they’ll be nothing but weight on a preds hips soon but what can you do? Nothing.  Its even better if the pred gains this weight automatically and uses it to taunt there prey. I like thinking about this especially with preds who revive some of there prey because oh boy does it give them all the more power. 

Kdnsjanejsissjsh I generally like same size more then G/t but this... This is good 💕💕

I offer no resistance to the pressure of his index finger on the back of my skull as it guides my head, pressing my face into his tongue. The softness of the muscle rises and molds itself around my face’s contours, the texture of his tastebuds registering on my cheeks. I try to tilt my head up in the hopes of looking ahead of me, but he feels my tiny struggles and a slight increase in pressure is all it takes to quell my movements completely. His breath, warm as dryer exhaust, hangs heavy in the air as it tumbles out over my back, the liquid heat of it seeping into my skin, and I can’t help but give in. Blind, I focus on the pure sensations. His finger slides my head forward, my torso following. He lets the tip of his tongue gently explore my chest, even the tiniest twitches on his part nudging my entire body around. I feel the ambient temperature around me climb as his tongue shifts under me, lifting me and pulling me into his mouth. I finally manage to pick up my head, only for his lips to close silently behind me. The edges of his teeth brush my calves as a slight suction pulls me in past his jaws and I find what little weight I have fully supported by his tongue. Just when I get the smallest semblance of my bearings back, shakily rising to my hands and knees on the subtly shifting muscle below me, he flattens his tongue, cups it around my form, and scoops me forwards, making me faceplant into its supple surface once again. I concede for good this time, going limp and letting myself collapse into it like a beanbag chair. I sink into it like quicksand. It rolls my rag doll body around, dizzying and disorienting me until I don’t know which way is up. Suddenly, he tucks me somewhere tighter, a firmer surface against my back, and I realize I’m pinned to his palate, just before the entrance of his throat. The world around me tilts back and hangs still and tense and I’m left there waiting, reeling… until at last his tongue lurches up under me, folding me into his throat, and just like that I’m pulled down into the darkness deep inside him.

Couldn’t help but line and color my sketches from earlier <3 I love Seamus so much he’s such a sweetheart, even if he’s turning you into sheep fat~

As Seamus always does, he makes sure his prey is 100% sure that it's what they want. With complete assurance from his friend that they want to be permanent sheep food, Seamus holds them tight in his arms, slides them into his mouth, and gulps them down his throat to his stomach. After a few hours of rubbing over his bloated stomach, Seamus hugs his friend through his gut, says a final goodbye(with a quick "You were a good snack") and lays down for a loooong nap. He wakes up several hours later to find his friend now just a meaty soup in his belly. He sloshes his gut around for a while to enjoy his friend to the fullest before going back to sleep to finish digesting his snack.

Yissssss

Who else loves when a pred eats someone to keep them safe, fully intending to let them out once they reach saftey, only to accidently digest them? Some how they get so distracted they don't notice their belly is converting their friend(s) into energy so they can keep going. So when they get where they can let them out, they end up only burping and finally noticing how sloshy their belly is.