Void-of-penis-muffins - Ur Mom - Tumblr Blog

I love when guys gain weight reblog if you love it when guys gain weight

Happy vore day! I decided to remake a stomach pendant I made a few years ago cause I came across some tiny hinges!

Really happy how it came out now I just need to make a little guy to put in there

Look, if you don't get the urge to just bury your face in a belly and kiss it and knead it like dough and occasionally bite it a little, then I don't exactly think we're on the same wavelength

And no tumblr, I don't need tags. True believers will find this.

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch

Who watches over you

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Not to put too fine a point on it

Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

As she went to storm off, she felt a strong hand grip her arm. Veronica gasped in shock as she turned to see J.D. grabbing onto her. “You CANT leave me, Veronica! I.. I need you.” J.D. spoke in a heartbroken voice as he pulls her into a hug and clings onto her. “J.D. let me go!” Veronica tried to break free from his grasp but fails. “You need to accept that we shouldn’t be together. Let me go!”.  J.D pauses and stares at Veronica. “I will not lose you. I CANNOT lose you too…”  J.D. speaks shakily as he tightens his grip on Veronica and holds her as close. “You’ll stay with me forever… one way or another.”. J.D.’s face darkens as Veronica tries to struggle free but he keeps a firm grasp on her. “Let me go JD! You’re crazy!”. While Veronica is busy focusing on trying to get free, she doesn’t notice JD opening his mouth wide above her head. Before she couldn’t even react he plunges her head into his maw and begins to swallow her down. Gulp after gulp he sends her further into his digestive tract. After the final swallow he tilts his head back to let gravity aid in her descent into his stomach. His stomach is now bulged and full of his love. He rubs his enlarged gut as he feels Veronica squirm for freedom and scream. He blushes and sighs. “Finally.. you won’t leave me now. No more high school to warp your mind. Only me and you.. *forever*.” He goes to his room to relax and rest after such an eventful day. He clicks off the lamp and drifts to sleep as he cuddles up with his girlfriend filled gut.

Fiction vs reality of Vore

In Fiction: you swallow your prey with absolutely no problems and then the prey gets digested or thrown up later with absolutely no consequences.

REALITY!

Unless for some odd reason, you are a snake You will never be able to fit a human head in your mouth.

2. even if you manage to fit a human head in your mouth it would feel like a workout, trying to fit the rest of the body.

3. you would choke on the head before you can even fit the rest of the body. causing the death of you and your prey, because they would run out of oxygen.

4. even if you manage to fit the whole entire body in there and they make it to the stomach. you would still die because of digestion complication and would have probably burst open.

5. Even if you manage to do all of that. without dying technically acid cannot really digest hair and bones so you’re probably going to have Bowel obstruction. And if you go to the hospital to get surgery on it they’re going to find out that you ate one of your kind and you’re going to go to prison for murder and man eating

Rough draft

He lets out a sigh of pleasure as the sound of her bloodcurdling scream left a lingering ring that slowly fades from his ears. He sets his gun down, slowly dragging his fingers across the surface, making sure to take in every little detail. His eyes flicked to to the body of his past lover that now lays on his floor as he finally removes his fingers from the gun. The body was a beautiful woman with long brown hair that he loved more than anyone else in the world. He looks down and takes in all her features from her long bro hair that she always kept well maintained to her now bloodied, beautiful face. He bends down and caresses her face lovingly then he slowly moves his hand to her forehead. He traces along the bullet hole that now leaks with blood that lie sun the middle of her forehead. He then digs his fingers into the hole and pulls the bullet out and examines it, licking the blood off his fingers then the bullet. He shudders in pleasure at the delicate, delicious flavor of his lover. A sick, sadistic but live filled grin creeps onto his face as he picks up her head. He pets her head and places a tender kiss on her cheek before slowly moving his face to her neck. “Now you’ll never be able to leave me my love.” He says as he licks his lips in anticipation before he bites down and sinks his teeth into her flesh. He takes his time, making sure to savor each moment and flavor as he slowly consumes the chunk of his lover. He finishes chewing and swallows the last bit. A shudder of ecstasy creeps down his spine as the last bit of death travels down his throat and into his stomach. Once he can no longer feel the flesh, he wastes no time in greedily devouring the rest of her flesh. At last him and his love will never part.

Can I get some tips on how to make this better?

100% fresh or Secret recipe

(2nd Rough draft, name is a WIP)

(Criticism and Tips are appreciated)

She stared into his eyes with a look of curiosity and a hint of annoyance as she awaits for him to speak. “Well, Mr. Blackwell? Tell me your recipe, you promised.” She speaks in a commanding tone which causes a soft chuckle from him. Before she can question his reaction she lost all focus as her eyes met his deep, grey eyes. She watched as the pupils spun and danced around slowly breaking apart and shifting into a spiral which breaks all train of thought she once had in an instant. She tried to look away but couldn’t, it was like an invisible force was holding her head in place so she couldn’t move it. Her consciousness started to fade as she was put in a trance-like state. Once she could no longer move he walks over and holds her chin. “You want my secret recipe so bad? I’ll show you.” He whispered in her ear in a sly soft voice that melted like butter, seeping into every wrinkle of her brain, his words marinating and taking control of every thought she once had. Once her mind was throughly distracted he tilted her head to the side, leaving her neck exposed. She stands there in a paralyzed state as she no longer has control of her thoughts, his small sly grin melts into a sick, sadistic grin as he leans down and sinks his teeth into the soft, supple flesh of her neck causing the sweet, metallic red liquid to leak out. He lets out a hum of delight as he licks it up and savors the delicious flavor he always looked forward to, making sure to bite down with force to draw more of his favorite drink. He takes a mental note as he tastes the B- bloods type, one of his personal favorites. After he had his fill of the delicious drink, he lifts his mouth up watching as the strands of bloody salvia string from the wound to his mouth. He watches as the small thinner ones fall and break, then wipes his mouth off and lets out a satisfied sigh. Her body falls forward and he catches it then he scoops her up and walks over to a crate, he opens the crate and looks over all the unconscious bodies who had similar wounds as she did, he chuckles as he reminiscences about all the different flavours of everyone in the crate. He sighs then places her body in the crate then seals it shut and walks over to the wall then clicks a button. After a few moments a group of workers walk in then take the crate away. He watches their movements then once they leave, he walks to his desk and looks out the large glass window at the factory below. He gets a small smile then turns and picks up a clipboard of crossed out names. He goes down the list of names and clicks his pen then stops at the name “Sarah Perez”. He crosses out the name as his tongue dances around his mouth tasting the last bits of her blood as it fades from his mouth. He sets the clipboard down and looks back out at the factory then cracks the window open. His eyes travel to one of the large meat grinders as a crate is brought up. They crate is open and all the people inside slowly gain consciousness, Sarah looks around confused and for a split second she makes eye contact with mr Blackwell, her eyes widen in horror as he smiles. The crate is dumped out into the grinder and a symphony of screams is produced which he shuts his eyes and relishes in the sound, he had always loved that sound. He lets out a chuckle as he shuts his window and returns to his seat in his desk. He knew this batch of ground “beef” would be 100% fresh as always.