Looking For Vore Blogs

Looking for vore blogs

Hey, my dash is pretty empty and I’m looking for vore and other blogs to follow! So, please reblog this if you post any of the following: - soft vore - same size vore - digestion - stuffing - fatal vore - non-fatal vore - vore with reformation - big bellies of any kind - safe vore - protective vore

Tyson opened his eyes, at least he thought he did. Something seemed off. He tried to move his head but all he could see was a beard man in a window, followed by the man's hairy bearish muscled body. Then his sights were turned to look down. "Fuck yeah, boy. Made daddy so much bigger. Just laid on top of ya and you slipped right in. Never gets old absorbing little boys."A deep voice vibrated around Tyson. Why was he looking at this body? Then he remembered. That hunk from the bar. A lumberjack had stopped in the bar and offered him a ride to his place. Last thing he remembered was the lumberjack saying "can't wait to add you to me." and then darkness as the man's hairy pecs engulfed his vision. He's now part of the dude? How is this possible? <Oh, hello there boy. Didn't expect your soul to last this long. Don't worry, it'll assimilate into mine very soon. You should be honored. I'm very choosey with who I absorb. You seemed like a good hearted cutie and those are the best to add to my flame.> The voice sounded right next to and all around Tyson. In his mind, his very soul.<Where am I? What is this?> He frantically thought. <You're inside me boy. Almost fully. Soon there won't be anything left of ya, except the power within me. You're becoming part of someone greater than yourself.> The young man could feel his soul be embraced, by something big. Something strong. It felt like more squeezing and tighter and tighter. <Just give into it boy. You're mine. All fucking MINE> with that shout, the embraced feeling became intense and all that lumberjack's power focused in on Tyson, devouring him completely. "There we go. Right where ya belong. Part of big ol' Hank. No more you. Just more of me."

I managed to get a video of this young pred: if he asks you something, do not answer and run away. My boyfriend and I were doing shopping together, when he came behind us asking if we could help him in choosing a new shirt. I was reluctant since so had to buy some gifts, but from my boyfriend's eyes I could guess he wanted to help him and get a glance of that magnificent body he was hiding under his clothes! So we temporarily split and decided to write to each other on the phone once we finished.

When I finished to buy my stuff I received a text from my boyfriend telling me he had an something urgent to do and that he had to return home immediately. It sounded strange, but I trusted it and decided to return to my car and go home. At that moment I saw the handsome guy my bf helped choosing some clothes touching his bulge, making sure to cover the handprints of a man that was digesting inside his balls desperately, his cock already starting to absorb his victim and getting some additional size. My bad feelings were confirmed once we met midway to the escalator: he winked at me and simply told me "my cock loved him, will you be the next? 😈".

I could go back and try to fight him and save my boyfriend: but could I beat him? Have you seen how much muscles he has? He would easily overpower me and fit me inside his cock as he did with my bf. And since he ate my boyfriend he probably got his documents and his keys, and now he knows where I live. I could sleep at home tonight and this motherfucker could come in and digest me to make sure I can call the police. But even if I call the police, they will never trust me: how can I prove that the cum inside the balls of this predator was indeed a man? From the size of that cock my boyfriend was one of a long list of guys who perished inside it, so I'm confident police still do not trust the existence of cock predators... Guess I'll join this body soon 😔

Love is LOVE

I was lifting weights at my local gym as every Friday, while my eyes caught the arrive of a new guy. It was impossible not to notice him: his body resembled a Greek statue! His thick and strong legs, his huge pectorals that stretches his t-shirt and the bulging veins visible from his biceps were outstanding, no one was at the same physical level as him. In addition to that, he seemed also to have quite a big member: the outline of his dick was clearly visible from his shorts, it was probably proud to show it in public to assert his dominance. During my training I was not able to look away from him, hypnotized by his charming masculinity. Once he finished to lift barbells, he went to the locker room to take a shower and, without being too suspicious, I followed him. I was lucky enough to be the only one inside the locker room, so no one would judge me and my wish to see that amazing body covered by hot water. He was entering the shower when he noticed me looking at him and his member. I was ashamed by my behaviour and I was ready to apologize, when he said "Every time I go to a new gym there is always someone who spies me. You shall receive a punishment. " With that said he punched me on the face really hard, leaving me unconscious.

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Some hours after the accident, when I woke up, I was welcomed by a terrifying view: the man from the gym stood in front of me, only wearing shorts and gym shoes, at least 20 times bigger than me!

I was in misbelief: what happened? How I was so small now, where I was in that moment? He surely understood my feelings, since he started to talk: "Well, you are finally awake. You are probably wondering what's happening. Well, I don't love people who try to sneakily see me naked to satisfy their lust and this is the treatment I've reserved for people like you. When you were knocked out, I brought you to my home and transformed you with an experimental drink, drastically reducing you size. You see, now you are smaller than my hand!". He then moved his giant hand near you, catching you and closing your small body inside his fist. While you tried not to be crushed by his gigantic fingers, he continued "Since your only interest is seeing my body, I offer you the opportunity to see it from a different perspective: inside me! You'll see my mouth and the power of my tongue, then the length of my throat and lastly the hotness and the brutality of your final destination, my stomach. Now let's start your journey, I hope you'll leave a good review!". You were still confused, when the hand around you opened and you saw, under you, the giant maw of that man opened, his sharp teeth ready to crunch you if he wanted, drools coming out from it. You wanted to scream, but you had no strength to fight: the man throw you in the air and catch you with his mouth. He spent two minutes savoring you with his tongue, then he gulped several times to quickly seal you inside his stomach. When you reached his stomach, the rancid air almost killed you. With a bit of strength, you told him you understood your bad behaviour and that you were ready to be freed out. A big laugh surrounded you and the giant said: "No way! First of all, this is a one-way trip: if you enter my stomach, it would never let you out. I also haven't eaten any protein after workout, and people like you are the perfect proteins I need to grow bigger and bigger. If you want to be as handsome and muscled like me, every type of meat is well accepted. So please, submit yourself to me, enjoy your last moments in this world, even jack off yourself if you want, and do not to fight back, or I will crush you with my abs and your last memories will be really painful." With these last words I knew these would be my last hours as human being and that my curiosity had killed me: at least I knew a superior alpha would benefit from my death and that I would have a purpose in this life after all, even thought not the one I expected. I close my eyes while the acid started to raise, with his metabolism ready to distribute the nutrients obtained by my body over all his muscles and contributing to create the perfect alpha man.

The start of the pandemic was the main cause of a lot of problems: I lost my job, I didn't have too much money on my bank account and thus I wasn't able to pay my rent. I was ready to live my life as homeless, when my uncle offered me the opportunity to stay at his home until you got a new job. I accepted without second thought.

Living with my uncle is actually great. He is a single gay man and, as you can see, he is really handsome for his age, the typical DILF most people desire to spend their entire life. Being myself gay, waking up to this sight was the best way to start the morning. Moreover he was really helpful with me: he actively searched for new jobs I could choose, he never asked me for rent or additional expenses and during the lockdown he trained me, helping me getting a better shape. I was sure he had a crush on me, so one night I decided to get fully naked on his bed, waiting for him to fuck me hard. When he saw me he was not too surprised and, in a few second, he got undressed and start pushing his dick inside my tight ass. The more time passed, the more rough my uncle fucked me, treating me like a fucking flashlight and imposing his dominance, telling me I was now his bitch and that I wanted to get his dick since the first moment I entered that house. After 30 minutes of pure sex, a huge load of cum filled my ass and my stomach. I was too weak to leave his bed, so I was thinking to sleep there until the next morning. While I was closing my eyes, I heard his big, cruel laugh and then he said "I was sure a faggot like you would love to be fucked by an animal like me. But you know, all the energies I've used left me drained and now I need more fuel. You will be perfect!". His biceps pinned my body onto his bed and, opening his jaws in a way I've never seen, he engulfed my body starting from my legs. I was shocked and I didn't know what to do. I tried to kick his throat from the inside; it didn't help, instead it sped up the process of ingestion. I started crying, asking him why he decided to eat me, after all the time spent together. He simply stated: "Meat is better when you see it grows. And at least my stomach is hotter and more comfortable that the streets". With these words he gulped my head and let me understand he would have no regrets about it. While I was pressed by his strong abs, he put himself comfortable on his bed and started patting his belly, telling me step by step how I would die. How it would be more and more difficult to breath, how each belch would slowly kill me. How the acid would fill the chamber, burning my skin, then my organs until nothing would remain to recognize me. How I would become a soup inside his belly. How the muscle I've growth in the last month would be redistributed inside his mass, helping him gaining more muscles to lure new preys. It was a nightmare, and the more I screamed, the more he seemed enthusiastic about it. After one hour of sofference, he belched up the remaining air inside his stomach. Every movement inside his belly stopped and, with a grin, said "Thank you buddy for the company".

“Mate, don’t you think it’s a little too cold for you to be out here?” A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. “Would be hell of a lot nicer in here, don’t you think?”

This was all you could remember before your world got dark. And warm. Pleasantly warm, even, but the deeper you went, the hotter and humid-er it got. Not to mention, the more of you that went in the compactor it got, and his belly certainly didn’t leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!” The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal he’d made of you. If you had to tell the truth, your first few minutes inside of him were blissful. You were shivering, cold to the bone, and his stomach was still adjusting to your mass. However, long after those minutes passed, it became unbearably hot.

The longer you stewed in there, the more that hotness turned to burning. You skin began to stung, and you realized his stomach acids were starting to seep into your fragile skin. You weren’t sure what to make of this, but you couldn’t even kick or punch to retort. His stomach had a tight grip on you, and your voice was muffled beyond belief, although it could still be slightly heard, just unintelligble.

“Don’t know what you’re saying there buddy, but no one’s that come in had ever complained, so I assume you’re enjoying it in there!” The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.

You knew you fucked up, and you knew this might’ve been your last fuck up. It was starting to hurt, and there was still many, many hours if not days left of this. You just hoped your predator would let you out before you became unrecognizable.