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Hi! Can we get some M.onty g.ator vore where he digests his bandmates and maybe a few visitors to gain muscles?

I'm always up for some M.onty vore!

With a flick of his head and a wet gulp, M.onty sends the last pair of kicking legs down the hatch. He slurps wetly over his teeth and huffs out a deep, sated sigh. He can feel the human sink into his gut, bulging it out another notch and making his casing groan. He gives his stomach a few harsh pats and lets loose a deep roar of a belch.

“This has gotta be enough,” M.onty rumbles, looking down at his middle. His stomach is hanging down to his knees, sticking out by several feet. It bulges and shifts all on its own, a decent gaggle of humans packed deeply inside. Their muffled screams overlap, making it hard to pick out any particular voices, especially through the thick material of his gut and the harsh gurgles coming out.

M.onty is sick of being anything but top dog. B.onnie and F.reddy are bigger than him. They’re more popular. They’re always calling the shots. But M.onty plans on changing that. He just needs to get bigger. Once he towers over both of them, they won’t dare to say a thing! But to do that, he needs fuel for his mass…easiest way to get a load of that at once? Mulch a few guys! He’s cleared out his golf course completely of drunk college students and bored dads, and it’s gotta give him what he wants.

“Y’all ready for this?” M.onty roars out, smacking his gut again with a laugh. He still can’t understand what anyone in there is saying but he didn’t care. “Time to get mulched! Let's rock and roll!” Baring his teeth, M.onty focuses all of his energy on his middle, flexing down with everything he could muster. And being a robot, his stomach might as well be a trash compactor.

Snaps and crunches and screams ring out in a grisly cacophony of noise. M.onty’s stomach visibly flexes down, crushing the many people inside together. Limbs and terrified faces stretch out his gut as everything is squeezed, only for those shapes to get squished and crushed down into unrecognizable shapes. M.onty roars out as his stomach wobbles and shrinks several inches, then more, and more. Each time more messy squelches and wet crunches echo out as a couple thousand pounds of human meat is puréed and pumped through his system.

M.onty’s entire body groans and vibrates with energy. Then there’s some creaks and whines as he starts to grow, his muscles developing further. His arms bulge and ripple, his pecs swell with strength, and his legs and tail grow thicker and stronger. M.onty’s stomach flattens out with a deep, harsh rumble, showing off far more defined abs than before. A deep, heavy sigh rolls out of M.onty as his body settles. And then he blasts out another meaty belch.

M.onty looks over himself and flexes his arms a bit. He frowns, tail flickering with annoyance. “What the hell?! That was, like, twenty people, and this is all you could do?! I’m not even any taller! Agh, I’m gonna rip you all to…oh, right. Already dead.” He huffs and rubs over his stomach with a frown. He could spend all day snacking on people and not get any bigger. What should he..?

An idea comes to M.onty and he smirks. “If you guys aren’t worth any meat…maybe those other jerks are.” Going right for B.onnie and F.reddy could be a problem. But…there is someone in the band that’s actually smaller than him. That’ll be just the boost he needs. With a grin, M.onty stomps off, already stalking his prey.

F.oxy is easy to find. He’s at the newly installed bar, his favorite place to be since it lets him drink rum and tell his stories to drunkards. Though, right now, the bar is barren other than the fox and the bit serving drinks. It makes it easy for M.onty to stomp in unbothered. F.oxy doesn’t notice until the gator bumps into his back and makes him spill his drink.

“Yarg, watch where yer goin’ ya—“ F.oxy turns around to keep talking, just for M.onty to grab him by the throat. The pirate squeaks as he’s yanked up into the air, seeing M.onty’s wide, toothy grin in his face.

“Hey, Captain,” M.onty rumbles. “I need your drunk ass to help me out for a second. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Before F.oxy can try to respond, M.onty shoves the fox’s muzzle right between his pecs. F.oxy starts to wiggle pathetically, but M.onty keeps him pressed up against the bar. There’s nowhere for him to go other than further in, with the back of his head being pushed down and squeezed further between M.onty’s pecs.

“Aaaah yeah,” M.onty huffs, pulling his fingers out from his own pecs. F.oxy’s neck deep in them now and M.onty can feel his muffled voice vibrating inside of him. “You’re gonna look way better on me, Captain. So you better…nngh…thank me for it!” M.onty cups his hands under F.oxy’s ass and pushes hard, grunting and huffing as he forces even more of the fox into his chest.

F.oxy’s arms get pinned down fast, his shoulders, chest, and stomach all squeezing into M.onty’s chest with ease. It makes the gator’s chest start to bulge out as it’s filled. F.oxy’s legs kick around, hanging out comically. M.onty squeezes F.oxy’s ass before shoving it into his chest with a huff. Then he grabs F.oxy by the ankles and starts pushing his legs in. His chest swells more and more, until only F.oxy’s twitching feet are poking out. M.onty chuckles and pushes down with a finger, getting knuckle deep in his own pecs before pulling away.

M.onty admits his chest, crudely groping over it as he feels F.oxy struggling inside. Muffled yelling just barely makes it out, bulges shifting around as the pirate struggles inside. “Heh…my chest is already so thick, I can’t hear a damn thing you’re saying! So I’m just gonna assume you’re begging me to crush you into pec meat. And I’m happy to help out!”

M.onty flexes his chest, getting a clearer—though still muffled—scream out of F.oxy. “Hff…alright, let’s try that again.” Another flex, this one with more effort out into it. Something inside crunches and F.oxy thrashes with a howl. “Ugh, c’mon, F.oxy! You’re already stuck in there! Just…let me kill you already! You’re…pec…meat!” M.onty flexes again with a snarl. F.oxy’s scream warps with the sound of crunching metal, the Pirate’s body finally giving out and being compacted down in M.onty’s body. The gator’s pecs twitch and bounce as they smooth out with instantaneous effects.

M.onty’s muscles swell again, mass and power flowing through him to give him more. At the same time, his body groans deeply as he suddenly grows a few inches. His body gets wider, muscles thicker and stronger, and his pecs especially ballooning in size as a lot of F.oxy adds to them. Red hair also begins to cover M.onty, coming from his chest and under his arms, as well as over his abs. A slight scent fills the air, a thick musk that’s emanating from the gator.

M.onty takes several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with each one. He rumbles softly and flexes over his new muscles a few times, feeling the tingling sensation in them slowly fading. “Haa…see? Wasn’t that hard, was it, pec meat? You look way better like this.” M.onty squeezes his pecs, grinning. “And I…look way better, too! Heh, let's see those two jerks try calling the shots now. In fact…I bet I can get even bigger. And if I’m in charge, who even needs those two?” Chuckling to himself, M.onty returns to his hunt, this time with new prey in mind.

B.onnie and F.reddy were just too predictable. The two of them are spending their time together between major performances, being all lovey-dovey between B.onnie Bowl. It’s a private space just the two of them can go so they can enjoy their time together. Well, until M.onty comes in, interrupting the two of them.

F.reddy gets flustered and pulls away from B.onnie, who doesn’t seem as bothered. He’s moreso surprised by M.onty’s new look. He gets to his feet, finding himself just slightly shorter than the gator, not including his ears. “Woah, Mont, you get a redesign or something?”

M.onty grins, tail flicking back and forth. “Something like that. Jealous?” He flexes his arms and bounces his pecs, shamelessly showing off to the rabbit. “C’mere, cop a feel. I don’t mind.”

B.onnie does step forward, putting a hand on one of M.onty’s arms. “Wow, that’s definitely something. What’s with that smell, though?”

“What, you like it? Lemme help ya get a good whiff then!” He grabs B.onnie by the back of the head, lifting his right arm up and planting the rabbit’s face right into his furry pit. B.onnie lets out a muffled cry, trying and failing to push himself away.

“M.onty!” F.reddy practically jumps to his feet now and rushes over. “That is not funny, let him go at once!”

“Don’t be jealous~” M.onty says, lowering his arm on B.onnie’s head. “You can get a smell, too!” He grabs F.reddy by the scruff, overpowering the bear with ease and shoving his face into the other pit. “Yeeeah, that’s it. That’s the smell of a real leader! Go on, get a deeper smell!” M.onty lowers his other and over F.reddy and squeezes down on them, grunting as he wedges their heads into his pits.

M.onty’s muscles flex and bulge as he starts to pull his bandmates in deeper. Their muffled voices get harder to hear as they start to disappear, shoulders squeezing into M.onty’s pits, followed by their chests. M.onty lifts his arms up now, continuing to flex them to drag more of their bodies in. F.reddy and B.onnie keep trying to thrash, pushing and pounding on M.onty’s body up until they get pinned down by their stomachs sinking in.

Their legs start kicking now, lifting off the ground and steadily sliding upward. M.onty’s arms keeping swelling outward, muscles bulging and shifting as F.reddy and B.onnie get squished into his biceps. M.onty growls lowly, enjoying the sensation and relishing in each flex he gives as it sucks in several more inches of his bandmates. Their legs steadily disappear, kicking and twitching, all the way to the end. Two pairs of feet sink beneath the red fur of M.onty’s pits and he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“That’s…the…stuff,” M.onty huffs out, flexing over his arms with each word. His biceps are bulging around F.reddy and B.onnie, their faces or hands occasionally stretching him out. “This is it. I’m in charge now. You two are just going to make me even better! So hurry up, I wanna feel you two die!” Month flexes his arms down tightly again, feeling the bodies of the two animatronics straining under the pressure.

“C’mon…hurry up!” M.onty demands, flexing his arms again. “I’m bigger and stronger than both of you!” Another flex. He can hear B.onnie lot out a particularly loud yell and something inside his arm gets crushed. “You’re already inside of me, there’s nothing you can do!” Another flex makes F.reddy yell out Month’s name, just barely audible, as something folds and the bulges shift. “Make me better…make me bigger…and get outta my way! Just die!” M.onty roars and flexes down with all his might.

Screeching, warping metal overpowers M.onty’s roar. B.onnie shrieks as his body folds and compresses, and F.reddy tries to plea as he’s crushed and flattened. Both of their voices fade with wet crunches as their heads cave under the immense pressure, and Month’s arms round out and shrink down as their bodies are reduced into nothing.

And M.onty grows. His body ripples and shifts, groans and creaks, as everything changes. He shoots up inch after inch after inch, becoming a full foot taller. His body swells, arms and legs thickening with muscle, looking like tree trunks. His pecs shoot out a couple of inches, more mass adding to him. His stomach is rock hard, abs twitching and flexing involuntarily. Even his tail grows in length and thickness, whipping around dangerously. More body hair covers his body, blanketing his pecs in a thick red and peppering the rest of his torso. He even grows a five o’clock shadow. The stink of musk is now a thick, constant presence he has that would likely be suffocating from its source. Even his voice gets deeper, his roar making the room rumble around him.

And then it’s over. The tingling, burning sensation fades as quickly as it came. M.onty pants and huffs, his muscles still flexing slightly on their own. He’s a walking wall of muscle, far bigger than any of the animatronics had been. He slowly feels over his body, a grin curling onto his muzzle as he does.

“That’s better,” M.onty growls, voice rumbling deep from his chest. “No one needs you guys. You’re just more of me now! That’s better than whatever pointless lives you had before!” He laughs, turning to stomp out of the room. He has to duck to squeeze out the doorway. “Better go out and show off the new bod. Gotta make sure everyone forgets about you jerks. Don’t need you cramping my style again.”

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Love your work, its all marvelous

Ive seen your A.nimal crossing stuff and was wondering if you could do T.om N.ook CV/AV with R.eed or other villagers

Thank you

Oh, I love to do some more Tom N.ook stuff, he's one of my favorite guys ever. I don't even play AC I just like the characters a lot.

“N-Now, hold on a second, this seems a bit drastic, don’t you think?” R.edd asks, grinning up nervously at Tom N.ook. He’s in a...familiar position, between the tanuki’s legs, under his desk. The tanuki’s cock is in front of him, that familiar strong smell just making the fox more nervous.

“I’ve gotten more than enough reports about your wears,” N.ook says, placing a paw on the back of R.edd’s head. “I warned you that I would have to take more drastic options if you didn’t stop. This is the consequence, yes, yes.”

“Wait, cuz, I--mmph!” A good shove on the back of R.edd’s head silences his attempts at reasoning. His muzzle squelches right into the tanuki’s cock. Tom N.ook pushes down more, letting out a soft huff as he forces the rest of the fox’s head inside.

A deep huff escapes Tom N.ook and he sits back in his chair slightly. He can feel R.edd really starting to wiggle around now, but there’s nowhere for him to go. Hands try to push on N.ook’s thighs to no avail. The tanuki’s cock flexes and slurps, dragging more of the fox in and pinning those arms down regardless.

Tom N.ook starts getting back to work, rifling through paperwork while his cock eats. The wet slurping sounds continue, each one a signal that more of R.edd has disappeared into the tanuki’s cock. His voice is well muffled, though the light bangs of his feet hitting the back of N.ook’s desk are annoying. A few slurps later, though, and those noises stop.

Tom N.ook glances down under his desk again. A bushy fox tail is sticking out of his cock with the rest of the fox stretching out the rest of his shaft. He huffs again and gives it another flex. His cock bumps into the top of the desk with a thud, and a wet slurp sucks R.edd down. N.ook’s sack bloats out immediately with a thick, wet sloshing sound. It drops down to the ground as R.edd suddenly fills it out.

N.ook pants a bit as he feels his sack really start working. Wet bubbling and churning sounds start rumbling up from under his desk. Not to mention all the sloshing from R.edd kicking up a fuss in there, making the tanuki’s nuts slosh back and forth. He tries to keep focus on his paperwork, but his paw drifts down under his desk to start stroking over his drooling cock.

N.ook closes his eyes and groans out as his nuts give a good clench, earning a muffled yelp from R.edd inside. “This...wouldn’t have happened...if you’d just listened to me,” the tanuki reprimands breathlessly. He clenches his nuts again with a moan, starting to work his shaft with both paws now. “This type of processing...if at least more fun...than dusty old paperwork, yes, yes.”

R.edd’s movements are already getting sluggish, his muffled voice harder to make out over the harsh churning of N.ook’s sack. He presses his feet into his nuts, massaging them a bit and feeling the fox already growing softer. He clenches again, and this time, he definitely feels R.edd breaking apart. He’s getting close. He really ought to...

N.ook clenches and moans out, his nuts rounding out fully. His cock twitches and begins to spurt, before finally shooting off a full orgasm. Cum strikes the back of N.ook’s desk with hard, wet thuds, solid bones giving the strikes impact as thick tanuki cum begins to splatter and pool. The stark white is broken up a bit by bits of orange from whatever is left of R.edd’s fur, with the only other bit of color being the purple apron that comes out in one of the many ropes of cum.

After several minutes of shooting off, N.ook’s cock begins to soften and drool, his orgasm coming to an end. He huffs and puffs deeply, sitting back in his chair. He dares to look down, seeing the underside of his desk overflowing with cum, which has started pooling around him. R.edd’s bones are scattered about down below, with the fox’s skull resting under one of N.ook’s feet.

The tanuki lets out a sigh and sits up, starting to get back to his paperwork. He’ll have to clean this mess up later. For now, he has some work to do. He feels much better knowing he won’t get any more complaints about that pesky fox, at least.

---

Tom N.ook took great pride in his shop. Making sure he was selling things people wanted and was always friendly and reasonable was important to him as a shopkeeper. So today, he had set out a sign detailing a sale he was running, hoping to draw in plenty of customers from that.

He perks up when he hears the door open and sees A.pollo walking in. He gives the eagle a greeting, and A.pollo crosses his arms. “Is the sign outside true, pah?”

“Yes, that’s right. Exactly as it says.” N.ook smiles pleasantly before turning around. “Please, help yourself, yes, yes.”

“Pah…” A.pollo lets out a sigh, but N.ook busies himself by getting some goods set up. He hears the eagle walking around, but he wasn’t expecting to feel his pants being yanked down.

“Wha—!” N.ook perks up and looks over his shoulder. Before he can say anything, he sees A.pollo’s stoop down and shoves his face right between the tanuki’s cheeks. A soft moan escapes N.ook, and he starts to relax a bit as A.pollo starts to squelch himself up deeper.

N.ook leans forward more, lifting his tail up. He has no idea what’s going on, but feeling the eagle shove himself up his ass does feel amazing. So he can’t complain, even when he has to give a few clenches to help slurp A.pollo’s legs up.

With a sigh, N.ook stands up straight again and yanks his pants back up. His gut hangs out before him, stretching out his sweater vest. He rubs over it gently. “I’m not sure why you did that, but I do appreciate the meal, yes, yes!” Even though a little confused, he’s in a good mood and goes back to tending to the shop, now with eagle-stuffed bowels sloshing around. His ears perk up when he hears the shop door open. Perhaps he’ll have an actual customer this time!

By the end of the day, Tom N.ook waddles out of his shop with deep huffs. He’s being weighed down heavily by his bulging gut hanging off of him. It wobbles and sloshes with every step, the Tanuki trying to keep it hefted up so he can walk. Every customer he has today shoved themselves up his ass, and over half of them are liquid weight. He had to abandon his pants for his old apron a while ago, when A.pollo fully mulched and made his ass double in size.

“What a strange day…” N.ook murmurs to himself as he squeezes through his door. He shuts and locks it, then pats his belly gently. It groans wetly, some people still shifting inside. “I don’t understand how a sale made everyone…” N.ook trails off as he looks at the sign he set up.

Someone’s painted on it, making it read ‘All wears 50% off! Just survive N.ook’s bowels for one hour.'

N.ook blinks, tilting his head a bit. He looks down at his gut and gives it a few pats, earning another rumbling grin from it. He can feel his bowels crush some poor soul down, and he knows that’s going to be another couple of pants sizes up. And he’s hardly done with all this food. “Now who went and wrote a sign like that?”

Nearby, a fox snickers to himself as he slips off. N.ook didn’t even notice, busy waddling his way home.

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Tom N.ook would like to think himself a fair and honest man. Especially when it comes to dealing with business. But...well, perhaps he’s been spending too much time with R.edd lately. The conniving fox always seems to have some kind of scheme or plan up his sleeve. Normally, N.ook would brush those sorts of things off. But...some of those ideas have been sounding rather...appealing as of late.

That’s why he had a bunch of new contracts fashioned up for the various villagers to sign. Nothing major, just some quick updates. N.ook got a bunch of signatures, almost no one actively looking at what they were signing. The tanuki gently licks his lips as he files them away. It’ll be nice to have these...just in case...

Villagers start cycling through a lot more often. Houses that were occupied are suddenly up for sale, sold, and then empty again in less than a month. And all the while, Tom N.ook has been getting...larger. It’s the sort of thing that causes rumors to crop up around town, but N.ook isn’t one for rumors.

Even after just a couple of months, N.ook has been showing off new...assets. He huffs slightly as he feels over his hips. His new loan policies have been getting him lots of new permanent residents in N.ook housing. And that’s not mentioning his newly grown sack, either. It’s been ungodly needy as well, since it started getting so much new attention.

N.ook hums to himself as he files some more papers away. His permanent residence folder is getting rather full, too. Oh well. He sits back in his chair with a sigh, grinding his ass back a bit. He can feel R.edd kicking under him, but the poor fox is well hidden. Ever since he’s started taking on R.edd’s ‘advice’ for his business practices, he’s been getting much closer to the fox again.

“Lucky you, there are still some villagers to move,” N.ook comments, grinding back some more. He can feel R.edd’s muzzle against his pucker. His belly groans out lowly, practically begging for the fox. “I don’t have to ‘retire’ you yet, yes, yes.” There’s already been a few retirements around town. D.igby, F.lick, the dodos, B.lathers...always a shame when good businesses have to end. But that’s just the name of the game!

N.ook sighs out happily as he feels R.edd stop wiggling again. Retirement comes for just about everyone, though. And N.ook’s new permanent residency serves well as a retirement home, too. But N.ook looks down at a few papers with a lick of his lips. He has some villagers to help move first, though...

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ooh, how about some prompts for an extremely flustered Asriel getting relentlessly teased by preds who found out he's into vore? (Asgore, Rudy, and Sans would be nice, but whoever honestly)

Oh I'd looove to do this.

“C’mon, A.zzy, there’s no shame in snuggling with your old man, is there?” A.sgore asks with a big smile. He’s got a large arm around A.sriel, and the smaller goat is blushing hotly as he’s being squeezed against his father’s gut. The organ lets out a deep, wet groaning noise and sloshes around weakly as someone moves inside.

“Did you…have to eat my boyfriend, though?” A.sriel asks, unable to keep his eyes off his father’s gut. He’d brought his boyfriend over specifically to meet his dad. He thought things were going well but…A.sgore had just casually opened wide and scarfed A.sriel’s boyfriend down right before snuggling.

A wet burp escapes the older goat and he pats his gut a few times. “I’m just snuggling him, too! Makes sure there’s plenty of room on the couch.” A.sgore chuckles softly and slurps over his lips.

“I guess, but…” A.sriel trails off for a second as he feels A.sgore’s guts gurgle deeply against him. He can hear some muffled yelling inside, and he knows that his boyfriend isn’t having a good time. “…I think you’re digesting him, Dad.”

“Aw, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” A.sgore reassures with a smile. “Your boyfriend can handle being in the belly of an old man like me for a little while, can’t he?” ‘Old man’ is what A.sriel’s boyfriend had called A.sgore before he…

Another deep rumble comes from A.sgore’s gut, which A.sriel is starting to gently rub. “I…guess so, yeah.” He knows that his boyfriend probably isn’t coming out any time soon. Or at all. But this is…kind of nice.

“Besides, you enjoy this kind of stuff, right?” A.sgore goes on. “I saw you looking at this kinda stuff on your phone the last time you visited. So it’s working out for everyone, right?”

A.sriel’s face turns even redder. His dad saw that?! He buried his face in A.sgore’s stomach with an embarrassed whine, but his hand is still rubbing over the goat’s gut. “Dad, that’s sooo embarrassing..!”

A.sgore chuckles softly, but it’s interrupted by another wet belch as his guts gurgle thickly. A.sriel’s boyfriend is starting to move a lot less, the gut getting softer. “Golly, sorry, A.sriel. I thought you’d like this!”

“…I didn’t say I don’t…” A.sriel mumbles a bit into his dad’s stomach. He can feel the moment his boyfriend stops moving and A.sgore’s stomach starts to really work on him. “…I’ll make sure I have another boyfriend next time I visit. If you want.”

A.sgore blinks, then smiles softly. He gently rubs over A.sriel’s back as he feels his son snuggle into his gut. “That sounds like fun, A.zzy.” He sits back and lets out a final, deep belch, followed by a content sigh.

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“R-R.udy?” A.sriel’s face turns red as he walks into his room at his dad’s house, just to find the reindeer relaxing on his bed. But more than that, he’s also sporting a very...large stomach. It’s gurgling and rumbling heavily, stomach shifting around inside.

“There ya are, kiddo!” R.udy flashes his usual big, toothy grin. He had his arms folded behind his head at first, but now he gives his stomach a few pats. “I was worried you wouldn’t get back in time! This old thing still works like a charm.” R.udy’s stomach lets out a deep, wet groan, whoever was inside shuddering and making the gut shift.

“What are you...doing in my room?” A.sriel starts moving closer, eyes on the reindeer’s stretched gut. He finds himself sitting on the bed, and without really thinking, he puts a hand against the gut. He can feel it burble deeply, and whatever was inside pushes back weakly. There’s a bit of give to the mass. A.sriel can tell that whoever this is has been digesting well.

“Fluffybuns only has the one guest room,” R.udy comments, slurping over his lips. “Just so happened I heard you were visiting while I was over! You don’t mind sharing the room, do ya? I bet I can make the three of us fit juuust fine.” R.udy pushes his hands down into his stomach, working out a thick, wet belch.

“I uh...I mean...I guess...that’s fine...” A.sriel gulps softly, starting to rub a bit deeper into R.udy’s stomach. He can feel how hard it’s working, melting down whoever it was the reindeer ate. The prey is starting to move less and get softer.

“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” R.udy says with a snicker. “Your old man mentioned this was a good way to get you to come around. And I gotta agree!”

A.sriel lets out a little huff, feeling embarrassed. “Ugh, Dad, does he really have to go around telling everyone..?”

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I don’t think he’s going to be telling anyone anything for a while.” R.udy grins when A.sriel looks up at him in confusion. The mass in his stomach goes still with a final shudder. R.udy leans forward, squishing his gut against A.sriel, and lets loose a deep, thick belch in the goat’s face.

A.sriel doesn’t pull away, his entire face going red as he stares into the reindeer’s maw and gets a good whiff of gut stink. But something comes up as R.udy’s guts soften and churn. Soft tufts of white fur, a bit of it getting stuck to A.sriel’s nose. The goat blinks and crosses his eyes to look at it. “...huh? Isn’t that..?”

R.udy chuckles and slowly slurps over his lips. He leans forward more, until his large gut is bowling over A.sriel and forcing the goat down under him. He sighs contently and relaxes on top of his groaning, gurgling stomach. “I think...the two of us are going to get along just fine, kid. And you can thank Fluffybuns for that one~”

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A soft, embarrassed whine escapes A.sriel as the glowing blue stomach presses up against him. He was just trying to get a bit of shopping down at the new grocery store in town, and the skeleton, S.ans, had offered to help him ‘look around’. This is the fifth time he’s felt that gut press against him while S.ans tried to ‘show him’ where something is on a shelf.

Even worse, someone’s moving around in there. S.ans had eaten someone who had gotten annoyed over the skeleton abandoning their checkout halfway through to help A.sriel. They’re still kicking around in there, the blue gut hanging down to S.ans’s ankles. S.ans is shorter than A.sriel, but right now, he’s got weight to use. And he keeps using it.

A.sriel lets out a soft sigh when S.ans finally backs off on him, the skeleton’s gut sloshing and bouncing a bit as the person inside is given their space back. The random, unfortunate customers are still moving around in there but it’s slowed. Being squished over and over has been wearing them down.

“Well, I think that’s the end of the tour,” S.ans says. “But I still got something in store for you, kiddo.”

A.sriel can’t stop himself from snorting into his hand. He doesn’t want to laugh over such a bad joke, but they always get him. He clears his throat and tries to recover. “Uh...wh-what do you mean?”

“Still got the back.” S.ans turns and waddles off, his gut sloshing with every step. He heads behind the counter again and A.sriel follows along, watching the stomach the whole time. Once he’s behind the counter, S.ans makes him sit on the floor, back up against the counter. The goat is confused at first, but then he gets what S.ans wants.

S.ans’s stomach squishes against A.sriel, resting in his lap now and pressed against his body. His nose pokes into the soft blue gut a bit. Like this, he’s completely pinned down, forced to stay in place while the gut works. S.ans leans on the counter, resting his head in his hand. A wet belch rumbles out of him, followed by a content sigh. “I needed a cushion for the tank. I heard goat fur is the softest. What do you think?”

A.sriel lets out a soft bleat as S.ans grinds his stomach into him a bit. The whole thing gurgles and groans deeply. The customer inside is mostly still now, other than some occasional twitching. The organ keeps letting out harsh, wet noises as it works. With nothing else to do, A.sriel presses his muzzle a bit further into the gut. “Uh...y-yeah, something like that.”

“Good to know,” S.ans says. “I’ll just pretend I don’t feel anything hard down there, then.” Another bleat from A.sriel gets him chuckling softly. “Dunno how long you plan on staying in town, kiddo. But if you’re looking for something to do, I can hire you. Part-time gut cushion. How’s that sound?”

The stomach rumbles thickly against A.sriel. He can feel the person inside go fully still. He has just enough movement for his arms to rub his paws into the softening mass a bit. “...sounds...great.”

“Heh. Then you’re hired.” S.ans belches wetly again as he feels A.sriel bury his face into his stomach. “Have fun down there, kiddo.”

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What do you think the g.lamrocks their preffered vore-methods are?

Oh, fun question! Time for HC stuff! Might just delve into my characterization for everyone as a whole since I have the opportunity here.

F.reddy: I think he's pretty basic, honestly. He likes OV the most, but being super popular and the star of the show here, he'll basically do whatever's asked of him by his fans (or B.onnie). Though...I think he also really likes how CV feels but he would literally never admit that out loud to anyone. I also think he's a super reluctant predator. Dude's way too much of a softie and very easily flustered, but y'know, the stomach wants what the stomach wants. So he'll eat people but don't expect him to be super open and proud about it. He tends to hide away once he's stuffed himself for some privacy.

M.onty: You could consider him an all-arounder. He cares less about how he eats someone and more about actually doing the eating. Though I do think he'd lean a bit more on pec/pit stuff to get bigger and stronger. Anyhow, he's basically the opposite of F.reddy in regards to eating people. He loves doing it, and he especially loves showing it off to others. It's all about the dominance for him, baby! Also very willing to go all out on mass vore and loves inflicting some gut crush/instant digestion on others.

B.onnie: Also pretty much up for anything, but I think he really likes having something that bulges and can be thrown around--so OV, AV, and CV. He's also a show-off like M.onty, but instead of abrasive superiority, B.onnie is the type to tease and draw attention. Loves getting to eat someone and then use that to fluster someone else. So he works very well with observers.

F.oxy: Very OV and CV focused, and maybe Pec/Pit if he starts feeling insecure about his size (since I like to imagine him being the smallest of the gang). F.oxy's a moron with a biiiig mouth, endlessly talks himself up with increasingly grand and fantastical stories about his various escapades. So when he's doing this around the others, he often gets called out and ends up talking himself into having to prove whatever he's claiming. So he ends up making an ass of himself with a lot of his eating being him trying to prove a point.

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Hey since your into FNAF stuff could you do some prompts for Freddy,Foxy, And Bonnie with a side of disposal please?

Yeah, I'll do some stuff with their OG iterations. I miiiight have forgotten the disposal, though, sorry.

“I’m telling you, his nose really does squeak,” the college student says to his friend. The two of them got on stage between shows at the old Fazbear Pizzeria. They got into an argument over if F.reddy’s nose squeaks or not, and they were taking their chance to prove it. “Just give it a poke.”

The second student rolls his eyes as he moves over to the bear. F.reddy’s eyes shift to look at the student. “Ugh, it’s looking at me, is this safe..?”

“Stop being a pussy and squeak his nose!” the first demands.

With an annoyed sigh, the second student pokes F.reddy’s nose. Sure enough, a cartoonish squeak sounds out. “…oh. Huh. I guess it does—“ CRACK!

F.reddy’s jaws snap down like a bear trap over the student’s head and shoulders. It’s hard to tell if the cracking sound was the animatronic or the student’s bones. Either way, the guy is screaming and thrashing around now and F.reddy is starting to gulp.

The old animatronic’s metal creaks and groans as it stretches, taking in the human with ease. The student’s hands smack uselessly against F.reddy’s chest as he’s pulled up into the air. His legs join in as they kick, feet slamming against the bear.

Each gulp drags more of the student down, his chest disappearing and then his stomach. F.reddy tilts his head back slightly, jaws opening now. The student is sliding down all on his own, kicking legs causing him to sink deeper. F.reddy’s stomach is starting to bloat out and sag forward, groaning and whining as it’s forced to contain an entire person. A pair of twitching feet finally sink into the animatronic’s jaws and they snap shut again with a hard gulp.

F.reddy’s gut sloshes softly as the college student sloshes in fully. He sighs out and gives his gut a few hard pats, getting a muffled scream from inside. A wet belch rumbles out of F.reddy and his tongue lolls out slightly.

The remaining student walks over to rub F.reddy’s gut, feeling the shifting bulges as well as the thick gurgling. “You’re lucky there’s so many gullible idiots around, you know that?”

“Just keep them coming, night guard,” F.reddy huffs out, staring down at the human. “I don’t need my nose squeaked to eat.” He lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle as his guts groan deeply. “But it gives me a good excuse…”

-

B.onnie gulps wetly, sending a pair of kicking feet down the hatch, and a soft, content sigh escapes him after. He slowly rubs over his gut as it bloats out with a groan and some wet bubbling. “Aaaah yeah…”

His gut bulges and shifts around with the main fence guy he ate kicking around. Poor guy has been mumbling to himself about his ‘crush’ on B.onnie, so the rabbit led him backstage to ‘show how much he appreciated it’. The human had just been met with a much wider kiss than he expected.

A wet belch escapes B.onnie and he pats his gut roughly. “Thanks for the snack, man. I really appreciate it.” The rabbit chuckles and slurps over his lips slowly, his gut bouncing around again as the maintenance guy struggles. “But you gotta hurry it up. Got a show in five and can’t have you in the way…”

The maintenance guy screams again as B.onnie grabs his guitar. “Yeah, yeah, heard it all before. Just gotta…nnf…” He presses his guitar into his gut, making it squelch and squish around. A thick, wet belch rumbles out of the robot, his guts groaning and burbling deeply. The human inside is really thrashing around now, panicking as he’s overwhelmed by the tightness of the slimy gut.

“Almost there,” B.onnie huffs. “Just die already…” He presses his guitar down on his gut again. This time, when he belches, his gut shudders. Then there’s some wet snapping and crunching sounds as his belly rounds out suddenly. A deep sigh escapes him and he smiles softly, slowly running a hand along the underside of his gut. “Theeeeere we go…all better.”

His ears perk up soon as he hears the announcement for their next show. “Just in time. Better get to it.” He squeezes his belly one last time then waddles onto stage, guitar still squished against his burbling gut.

-

F.oxy glares out from behind his current, watching the various employees and customers walk past. He’s getting antsy and lonely locked away, forced to spend all day every day stuck like this. His belly growls out in displeasure. He’ll show them…

He finally finds his time to strike. A random person walking by, a customer it seems. That didn’t matter. He was alone. F.oxy’s hook swings, catches into the back of the man’s shirt, and yanks him behind the curtain in an instant.

The customer grunts as he hits the ground, landing on his ass now. He looks up to see the rundown fox animatronic standing over him now, hook staining in the slight bit of light that is coming in. “Y-Y-Yar! Landlubbers l-like you b-b-belong as blub-blubber!”

Before the man can respond or even scream, F.oxy’s maw snaps down fast. It engulfs his head and shoulders. F.oxy starts gulping hard, dragging more of his meal in. He then throws his head back, kicking legs swinging above him as he opens wide and lets the human sink right down.

F.oxy’s gut bulges outward and sloshes. The human dives in quickly and F.oxy’s jaws snap shut again. He huffs out happily, patting his gut a few times to make it slosh. A thick belch makes the curtains billow slightly and F.oxy sits back, picking at his teeth with his hook.

The next time anyone finds F.oxy, he’ll be fatter. And he’ll keep getting fatter each time someone dares to check on him. He’ll grow until someone remembers he’s there and fixes him. And if they don’t, well, he doesn’t mind eating more. He’s going to enjoy all the blubber either way.

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Maybe some fat elephant pred trunk voring pov or eating a human jock

I'm presuming this is for anthro? Cause that's what I'm going with. Anyway, yeah, weird niche vore incoming. Not that that's new for this blog.

Also, I got really mean with this one. Got stuck in a mood when I came up with the idea so this is probably a bit more extreme in the language than what I normally put out.

The coach grumbles to himself as he pours over the paperwork. His star quarterback, the thing they were relying on for this season, has to be cut. He’s been failing all of his classes and despite several warnings, he’s done nothing to improve it. He can hear the various players in the locker room behind his office. They just got here for practice. He’s got no choice but to go make an example of things.

The coach stomps out of his office, turning heads as he does. They all know when he walks like that, he’s mad. Their coach is an imposing man, too. A towering elephant edging into his 60’s, he keeps a cap on to hide his rapidly graying hair. His already wrinkly skin looks even moreso, like thick leather. But his body, thick with ripping muscles that flex as he moves, would make one not assume such an age. The soft beer belly he has that sways slightly whenever he steps might give it away, though. Despite the softness, though, his towering figure still lets him look over even the majority of the muscular jocks on his team.

The coach blows a whistle and gets the team to quickly come over and kneel down, even with some half-dressed. There’s a variety of species in the crowd, but one in particular, a human, is who the coach has his eyes focused on. “Johnson,” the coach grunts. “Up front.”

Several heads turn. The quarterback gulps softly but gets up and walks over. His shirt is off, showing off his muscular physique. Perfect for someone in his role, although he’s still smaller than the coach. He seems nervous, but he’s doing his absolutely damnedest to keep a straight face in front of the team. “Yes, coach?”

“You’ve had all year to turn your grades around,” the elephant rumbles. “I’ve told you over and over again you can’t be on the team if you aren’t keeping up. Your GPA is in the gutter and now you are, too.”

The human perks up fast, mask cracking as he gets flustered. “Are you serious?! Coach, you need me! You know you do! You can't kick me off the team!”

The elephant’s frown tightens. He’s heard this over and over again. He’s sick of the quarterback’s constant talkback and his lack of care. “You’re right. You’re not off the team. I said you’re in the gutter.” The elephant’s trunk lifts up, exposing his mouth more. “At least, you will be, once you’re fucking dead.”

The human’s eyes widen slightly. They all know the coach doesn’t let up easily. But he didn’t think he’d ever be the one to take the elephant’s idea of punishment. “Wait, don’t—“ He’s cut off as the elephant’s trunk comes down on his head, engulfing the human up to his shoulders.

The jock screams, head stretching out their coach’s trunk tightly. He reaches up to frantically claw and pull on the elephant's trunk, but he’s not even able to scratch it. The coach crosses his arms, glaring at the human with dissatisfaction. His trunk sinks down lower with a thrust, slurping over the human’s shoulders and chest like a snake. Then it lifts up, hoisting the quarterback off his feet.

The coach looks up at the rest of the team. They’re all watching with wide eyes, most of them completely still and in shock. The coach’s trunk starts dragging in the human’s abs, his screaming muffled by the trunk stretching over him. “Let this be a reminder,” the coach says, lifting his trunk higher as the quarterback’s ass sinks in, “that none of you are invisible. You can be the best goddamn player in the team, and if you fuck up, I will kill you.”

The jock’s legs sink in with a wet slurping sound. The coach blows his whistle again, making the other players jolt. “Get dressed and in the field. You’re doing laps. If anyone isn’t running when I get out there, you can join Johnson. You’re all expendable.” A pair of twitching feet sink past the elephant’s trunk now. The shape of the quarterback is stretching it out now in fine detail. It’s clearly tight and is just long enough to fit his body inside. Though only just. The end tire team lurch to their feet and quickly start getting dressed again. Grumbling, the coach returns to his office.

He’s back to the paperwork, now marking off the quarterback and signing on the dotted line. All the while, his truck is hanging down low. And he’s squeezing with it, making the human inside scream and yell. The coach finds it annoying.

“Can’t you be a man about this?” he rumbles, glancing down at his trunk and seeing the frightened face bulging the flesh out. “You had all year to turn things around. I vouched for you to get you that much! And you wasted your time, you wasted my time, and you wasted your team’s time. And now…” The coach marks off the man’s name. “…I’m going to waste your life. If you can’t be a useful member of the team, you can be a useful meal.”

The coach starts to squeeze his trunk more, flexing the muscles with all his might. The quarterback starts to scream more, shrieking out for forgiveness and another chance. But the coach isn’t listening. He’s keeping his ears out for something else, which he gets soon. The sound of popping.

When the first one rings out, the quarterback screams. Each flex of the elephant’s trunk gets another pop or a crunch. The form of the quarterback is getting more compact and tighter. The elephant growls slightly and closes his eyes. “You’re so annoying…just die already!” He squeezes his trunk as much as he can. The human’s voice is cut off by a series of snaps and pops. The lumpy bulge he made is swiftly mulched down, the elephant’s trunk looking more like a sausage instead.

The coach tips his trunk back, starting to funnel the meat slurry he just made down his gullet. It’ll be quickly absorbed and processed by his gut, much faster than it would have naturally. He gets to his feet and goes stomping out.

On the field, he sees everyone turn to look at him. Several men started picking up the pace in a panic, but the coach saw enough. He doesn’t use his whistle, instead blowing out his trunk like a trumpet. A skull goes flying into the field and everyone is starting to come over. Everyone knows when coach is in a bad mood, he’s ruthless. And right now…it’s clear he’s going to be crossing more names from the roster. All because of some stupid, cocky quarterback that already got mulched.

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Undertale is so good!!! Could you do any prompts with Sans as a pred? Disposal too if you can. !

I bet I can make more for him, yeah!

“Hey, do you mind moving?” The voice makes S.ans open one eye and look up. Since getting to the surface, he’s been enjoying a lot of the privileges that come with it. Like sunbathing on the beachside. Of course, that also means many more complications.

A human is looking down at S.ans, frowning. The beach is a bit crowded and even a casual glance around shows that there aren't many good open spots. S.ans is taking up a rather large one just for himself. He likes the space. S.ans shrugs and shifts slightly to the left. “There.”

The human clearly didn’t appreciate the joke. “Alright, buddy.” He stoops down and grabs S.ans by the shirt, lifting him up. He fully intended to just toss the skeleton aside. But then he feels something grip him, S.ans’s eye glowing slightly. The skeleton’s jaws open wide, drooling slightly, and the human’s head is engulfed before he can even scream.

The man lets go of him but can’t move enough to fight back. S.ans starts gulping wetly, sinking down the human’s shoulders and chest. He’s on his feet again as he reaches the man’s stomach and starts lifting him up.

A slow slurping sound rings out as the human’s legs slowly sink down. All the while, S.ans’s gut stretches out more and more. He lies back down on his towel, folding his arms behind his head. He releases the grip his magic had, letting the human’s legs kick slightly from outside his jaws. But they’re fine with a final slurp and a gulp, sending the man down the hatch.

With a low, crass belch, S.ans gives a few rough pats to his belly. “Hah…alright, there we go. More than enough space for both of us to share, right?” S.ans’s gut sloshes around wetly as his meal squirms. The skeleton just shrugs and folds his arms behind his head again. “Eh, maybe not a whole lot for you…”

S.ans settles back down from there, letting his gut do its thing. It groans and gurgles deeply, sitting in the sun to help it with its work. The skeleton’s stomach steadily rounds out and shrinks down, the human inside going still and silent. S.ans belches in his sleep and lazily scratches his stomach.

When he comes to, the beach is much emptier. The skeleton yawns and sits up, lazily rubbing his eye sockets. His gut groans deeply and he puts his hands on it gently. “Hey, buddy. Still want this spot, huh?” He sighs and shrugs. “Alright, I’m done with it.”

Getting to his feet, S.ans shuffled the towel aside and drops his pants. He squats down and starts to push. His gut groans deeply and with some effort, a thick log of shit begins to press out. Once it’s coming free, it’s a much smoother process, and he sighs softly as the human starts coiling up under him.

The beach is much cooler with the sun going down, so the warmth of the shit S.ans is leaving is kind of nice. The smell…less so. But with enough time, he punches off the last log and is able to stand up again. The pile is up to his waist, bones sticking out and a skull near the top. S.ans chuckles and gives it a wave. “Enjoy the spot. It’s all yours.” He bundles up his towel under his arm and heads home with a lazy whistle.

-

When a wet-sounding fart echoes out in the house, P.apyrus groans and puts a hand to his face. He’s certain that was S.ans sitting on a whoopee cushion. He never did get that. The point of the joke is that other people sit on it, yes? But he’s certain that S.ans does it like this just to annoy him.

He’d go and reprimand his brother but he’s busy making dinner right now. He’s sure S.ans only planned to do it the one time. He wouldn’t be getting back up again for any reason, even to set off the whoopee cushion again. Though, there is a different sound in the air. A thick bubbling that’s distinct from the boiling pot P.apyrus is tending to. And some muffled voices. The TV, maybe..?

When P.apyrus hears the whoopee cushion again, he pauses. He can’t believe his brother. The only time he’s not lazy it’s for the absolute worst jokes! Who sits on a whoopee cushion twice? On purpose, no less? He shakes his head and turns to look at the kitchen doorway. “S.ans, no whoopee cushions before dinner! It’ll spoil your appetite!”

“Ya got it, bro,” is the lazy and faint reply, S.ans not even bothering to raise his voice to respond. P.apyrus just shakes his head and returns to cooking. He can’t hear that muffled voice anymore and the boiling sound is getting louder, too. What is S.ans even watching on the television? It better not be cooking shows! He knows that he shouldn’t watch those without P.apyrus!

P.apyrus is finally starting to drain the pasta when he hears S.ans grunting. It almost sounds like he’s doing something laborious, which is odd, since he never does anything like that. There’s another whoopee cushion sound before S.ans sighs and something starts to thump on the ground. Finally done with this terrible joke, P.apyrus leaves the kitchen to confront his brother.

“S.ans, what did I say about—“ He stops in the doorway as he sees his brother. The stout skeleton is squatting over the floor, shorts down and ass exposed. Dense, thick shit is sliding out of him, piling up on the ground. Bones are baked into the mess and the stink is finally noticeable.

S.ans looks at his brother and grins. “Oh, hey...nngh…bro.” Another log drops out, a ribcage baked into it. “You mind putting my pasta in the fridge tonight? I already had a bite to eat.” S.ans grunts again as a final log coils up on the top of the mess, a skull sticking out of it. The skeleton sighs deeply and stands up again.

P.apyrus stares at his brother and the pile of crap he left on their living room floor. Then he throws his hands up. “I told you not to ruin your appetite! And clean that up!” He turns and stomps back into the kitchen, grumbling to himself. Now he’s going to have to eat all of the spaghetti himself!

-

“BBWwwwwwWWWOOOOOooouuurrrrp!!!” A deep, wet belch rumbles out across the room, like a thundering roar. S.ans sighs deeply once it ends and readjusts the mic stand, his gut now squishing against it.

“Well, I hope the rest of you are enjoying the food like I am,” S.ans says with a few pats to his gut. It sloshes back and forth, muffled yells being caught by the mic. His meal wasn’t having a great time now being packed away in the bubbling, groaning gut.

He’d been an audience member about five minutes ago. He was heckling the acts all night, and while S.ans loved a good back and forth, he doesn’t like jerks. So he brought the guy onto the stage and…

Another belch echoes out into the mic as S.ans’s gut stretches out. It clenches back down, squishing the person back into place with a muffled whine. He rubs over his gut, getting right back into his act without skipping a beat. He has some new on-the-fly material thanks to the meal kicking in his gut, which provided some very wet and noisy background noise to the act. It seems to be well enough received by the audience.

All the while, S.ans’s gut steadily shrinks down. It gurgles and groans even louder as it does, softening up the hackles and pumping him away through S.ans’s system. It’ll make him a little chubbier all around but not enough that it’ll be an issue. What will be an issue is the heavyweight sinking deeper inside of him.

A low, deep groan rumbles out of S.ans’s stomach and he pats it. “Heh, didn’t think my last joke was that bad. No need to groan over it!” His gut rumbles hard again and he winces slightly. “Oh, I get it. He’s got a joke of his own. Well…nnf…let’s hear it…” S.ans squats down on stage, pulling his shorts down. He faces the audience with it and a wet fart comes out. And then something much more solid does.

A log of shit spreads S.ans out and begins to coil up on the stage floor. He grunts softly and keeps pushing, eyes closed as he lets out a pleased groan. Bones are sticking out of the crap, a skeleton essentially coming out feet first as S.ans dumps his heckler. “Hff…he’s really…dragging this bit out, huh..?”

The pile keeps growing, logs breaking off every so often as they heap up. S.ans finally grunts hard as he pushes out a skull to top the pile off. It sits half buried in the muck, jaws open wide. S.ans gets back to his feet and grabs the mic. “Alright. Looks like we know which of us is a ‘shit comedian’ now, huh? I’ll be here next week if anyone else wants to test that out.” S.ans chuckles to himself and sidesteps the mess, finally done with his set.

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[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Yo, ya think that we could possibly get some more l.egendary p.okemon prey with d.isposal and g.utcrush maybe?

Love your stuff dude!

Yeah, I can definitely do that!

A.rchie can’t help but grin as he reaches the bottom of the cavern. Team Magma thought they were sooo smart, hiding away in here, as if it wasn’t the most obvious place to be! But of course, A.rchie found it regardless, pounded some losers, and now he’s here! He won’t let Maxie have his way. G.roudon...is going to be a problem no more.

Using the Red Orb he swiped, A.rchie feels the ground rumble as the mighty P.okemon rises from the lava before him. It’s massive, towering over him. Its eyes flicker between the grinning man and the orb in his hand. G.roudon lets out a mighty roar and stomps forward, leaning its head in to try and knock the human away.

A.rchie meets it with a ‘roar’ of his own, opening his jaws as wide as he can. He lunges forward at the same time, meeting G.roudon’s head--or specifically, its nose--with his open jaws. It’s really warm, of course, but A.rchie doesn’t mind. He’s been practicing for this. So he takes a good, hard swallow that drags in more of G.roudon’s muzzle.

G.roudon’s eyes widen as his head is suddenly half swallowed by the human before him. He tries to pull away, but another swallow sounds out, dragging him deeper down instead. The next swallow seals his vision in darkness as his entire head is engulfed and a muffled whine escapes him. Each swallow drags more of his body down, forcing him to dive into the tight, slick space of the human’s digestive system. It’s used to the heat of the very Earth’s core, but the immense, stifling stink of a human’s gut along with how tight it is is thoroughly unpleasant. Even so, G.roudon is unable to resist the pull of A.rchie’s gullet, dragged deeper and deeper despite its efforts.

Finally, with enough effort, A.rchie is slurping down G.roudon’s tail. The last of the legendary P.okemon disappears inside of him, with the team leader letting out a deep, steaming sigh into the air. His gut is stretched tightly before him, the great beast curled up into a ball. A.rchie can see the angry expression on its face through his taut skin and he can’t help but flash a toothy grin over it. Now, for the real end of this...

A.rchie’s stomach rumbles harshly and G.roudon can feel the walls starting to close in. He starts to panic, letting out a loud, earth-shaking roar. And then...A.rchie belts out an equally loud belch as his abs flex down. G.roudon’s body crumbles, collapsing in on itself as the stomach walls force him to give way. The legendary P.okemon’s roar is reduced to a low, deep rumble from A.rchie’s middle as his stomach rapidly loses shape and size. G.roudon is reduced to pulp in a matter of seconds, and that pulp is being forced through A.rchie’s digestive systems just as fast.

A.rchie sighs out deeply after his belch tapers off. After a meal like that, he’s standing much taller and thicker all around, muscle added to muscle, his well as a soft, groaning gut hanging off his waist. His wetsuit is much tighter now, already form fitting but really showing him off now. He flexes a bit and grins wide. A much better use for that stupid P.okemon, if you ask him...

But his guts rumble again, reminding him it’s not all gone. So, tearing his suit a bit--he’ll need a new one anyway--A.rchie gets his ass exposed and squats down over the lava pit G.roudon emerged from. With a grunt, he starts to push, and dense, thick logs of crap start to slide out of him. They’re thicker than his limbs, with massive bones and red scales baked into them. They hit the lava with dull splashes, piling up on one another as they try to sink or blacken. But the crap is coming out faster than the lava can handle, and it’s piling up.

In the end, A.rchie feels something even bigger straining him. With some effort, G.roudon’s skull squeezes past his cheeks. It lands on the pile of crap with a thump, standing about level with him. Shit is overflowing out of the eye sockets, its jaws open wide in a silent roar. A.rchie gives the skull a big grin in return before walking off. No need to keep thinking about that shit heap. He’s got better things to do.

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K.ukui licks over his lips with a big grin as he sees the majestic P.okemon before him. He’s real thankful that that trainer let him borrow S.olgaleo for this! Sure, he might not have mentioned what his intentions are, but it’s probably fine. That kid has tons of amazing P.okemon, what’s one going missing? A low rumble of agreement comes from K.ukui’s abs--this is his only chance to see how a P.okemon like this can hold up to his digestive system! It’s important research to K.ukui!

“Alright, cousin, lower your head like this…” K.ukui guides the S.olgaleo along, gently handling its head as he brings it down closer to his level. The legendary lets him, moreso wondering why it’s with the professor rather than its trainer. This train of thought gets interrupted when K.ukui’s jaws open up and clamp down on his muzzle.

K.ukui begins to gulp hard, working fast on his current meal. The S.olgaleo reacts naturally, a confused growl escaping it as its head is swallowed up while trying to pull itself back. It digs its paws into the ground for leverage, but despite its efforts, it pulls forward and deeper into K.ukui’s gullet with every swallow.

S.olgaleo’s front legs fold up as its chest is swallowed down. Then its stomach, and then its haunches are kicking in the air as K.ukui slurps them up. The professor’s gut bulges out before him, abs stretching and groaning as they contain the legendary with relative ease.

With a final swallow, S.olgaleo’s hind paws are sucked down, and K.ukui sighs contently. He gives his gut a few pats, watching the bulges shift around as the S.olgaleo tries to move inside. It lets out a confused roar, muffled by the professor’s stomach.

“Not bad in flavor,” K.ukui says. “Tried to resist but went down anyway. Mm…much bigger than my stomach but still trying to move. Doesn’t seem to…understand its…situation…” K.ukui starts to flex his abs, grunting and huffing slightly from the effort. “A bit…durable…but…”

S.olgaleo starts to squirm around harder, roaring out as it feels the stomach walls clenching down over it over and over. Its body is being compacted into a tighter ball, but eventually, it can’t withstand the tight space anymore. Its body folds with a wet crunching sound, and K.ukui belts out a deep belch into the air as his stomach suddenly rounds out into a more compact form.

“Aaah…still can’t resist digestion…” K.ukui rubs over his gut as it bubbles and churns wetly, working hard over all the new slurry filling it out. He flexes his gut a few more times, forcing the S.olgaleo deeper with wet chugging sounds as said slurry is forced through K.ukui’s bowels.

The professor drops his shorts and squats down. With a grunt, he starts to push out a dense log of crap. It slides out slowly and begins to coil up in the sand below. S.olgaleo comes out at a steady pace, requiring constant effort from K.ukui as he pushes it out. He can feel bones and bits of its tough hide stretch him occasionally. But they pass without issue.

Even the skull comes out, K.ukui groaning as it forces it out of him. It lands with a thump in the sand and K.ukui sighs deeply. He stands up again and yanks his pants back up with a grin. “Alright! Made for a dense shit, really gave me a run for my money there. But…” He flexes his body as he looks over himself. He’s grown bigger, more mass piled onto his body, all muscle. “…amazing protein boost!” He walks off, heading back to his lab to start recording data. Leaving S.olgaleo to cool on the beach.

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M.orty ducks behind a rock as he spots the P.okemon he was hoping to see in the burned tower. S.uicune, E.ntei, and R.aikou are lingering around in the basement as if they were familiar with the place. M.orty wants to get a better look at them and shifts.

He kicks a piece of burnt wood and flinches. All three P.okemon look over in surprise. They immediately try to flee, making M.orty come out of his hiding spot on instinct to try and calm them. And what ends up happening is…one of them slams right into him.

M.orty cries out, though his voice winds up muffled as something is shoved into his jaws. He toppled back from the weight on him and hit the ground. The thing in his jaws is still there, filling his gullet, and he starts to swallow to get rid of it.

S.uicune starts to panic and pull on itself, finding his shoulders squeezing into the human’s gullet. It scrambles, trying to push away with its back legs as its front legs fold up. But each gulp drags it deeper, sucking it down to M.orty’s stomach.

M.orty finally sits up and opens his eyes, a pair of blue haunches hanging from his jaws. His eyes widen a bit and he slurps them down, sending the S.uicune sloshing into his stomach. A wet belch escapes him and he blinks in confusion. His gut is stretched out now, the water dog forced into an uncomfortable position with a whine.

M.orty looks around, finding the other two have run off. They might not have even noticed what happened to their brother, or perhaps they did and fled in fear. Either way, M.orty wobbles to his feet, gut sloshing and hanging low with the twitching S.uicune inside. He should try to find a way to get it out and—

M.orty’s gut rumbles hard and he belches deeply. S.uicune lets out a yelp before its body is suddenly crushed down into pulp, the defined bulge hanging off of M.orty’s stomach now much rounder and smaller. It gurgled wetly, already starting to pump the slurry along as M.orty blushes and rubs over it. Looks like his stomach had different ideas…

Pretty soon, M.orty is squatting down in the open space S.uicune and the others used to be in. He sighs as soft logs slop out of him, piling up with soft thumps and splats. Some bones stretch him out occasionally, getting him to grunt slightly. Bits of purple and blue fur speckle the brown waste, dulled and tarnished by a quick trip through the man’s digestive system.

The skull comes out last, taking a few pushes to get it to drop on top of the pile. It lands with a splat and sinks in slightly. The smell in the room is terrible now, the once majestic P.okemon no longer something worth looking at. M.orty walks off, frowning to himself as he rubs over his new pot belly.

It lets out a low grumble. M.orty finds himself thinking about R.aikou and E.ntei. He wonders if he can still catch up to them…

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Drayden from Pokémon deciding a trainer and his team have no potential, with Drayden eating and rapidly digesting the trainer’s team in front of him before consuming the trainer. Could you also include disposal? Please and thank you.

Oh yeah, this is great!

D.rayden lets out a dissatisfied huff as the trainer before him returns his last P.okemon. This was simply embarrassing. While D.rayden believes that a firm and direct hand can guide most trainers to an acceptable skill level, perhaps there are some that simply nothing can be done about.

This one has a team of strong, fully evolved P.okemon. But he was so lacking in every possible sense when it came to skill and strategy. It really just shows that raw power isn’t everything. If you don’t know how to channel it, it’s a waste.

D.rayden has no patience for those who waste it.

The trainer was grumbling to himself, already turning to leave and heal his team. D.rayden grabs the trainer by his belt and pulls. It makes the young man stumble back and it rips his belt right off, taking the Pokeballs with it.

The trainer whips around, eyes wide. “Hey, what are you doing?! Those are my P.okemon!”

“And you clearly don’t know how to use them,” D.rayden retorts with a gruff voice. “They’d be more useful dead. So sit there and watch what you caused.” D.rayden opens the first Pokeball, releasing the trainer’s starter, an E.mboar.

The big pig looks around, clearly confused as to why he’s still in the gym. He tries to stand but winces and rubs his side. He’s still exhausted from his battle. So he has no hope of escape when D.rayden squeezes his shoulders and opens wide.

E.mboar blinks and stares down into the human’s drooling maw. He’s not really going to..? A hard tug pulls E.mboar down, and he lets out a startled squeal. It’s muffled by his face planting into D.rayden’s jaws and the thick swallow that rings out to suck him deeper.

Despite his bulky and large the P.okemon is, D.rayden’s hard swallows are easily dragging him down. The E.mboar’s legs kick around weakly as they’re lifted off the ground. D.rayden hoists the pig up as he gets to the chest, starting to gulp and slurp down his gut. D.rayden’s own belly is bloating out, stretched tightly over the E.mboar. As the gym leader slurps down a pair of kicking legs, his stomach drags down to rest on the ground, the massive Fire type curled up tightly inside. D.rayden looks the trainer in the eye and lets loose a deep, roaring belch.

“M…My P.okemon…” the trainer says softly, staring with wide eyes.

“Not your P.okemon anymore,” D.rayden huffs. The E.mboar is roaring inside, struggling and pushing around with what little energy it had. It was panicking. D.rayden grunts and closes his eyes, his gut starting to groan deeply. “Now it’s just…” D.rayden’s stomach begins to shrink down. The E.mboar screams louder as its mighty body reduces. Strong abs and frothing acids help to mulch it in moments. The pig’s screaming turns into low gurgling as D.rayden’s belly loses shape and size. Soon, that noise is gone, too, and the gym leader’s gut flattens out. “…a pile of shit,” D.rayden huffs out, opening his eyes again. He follows that up with a roaring, bubbling belch.

As if to make his point for him, D.rayden’s gut lets out a deep, wet groan. He undoes his suspenders and lowers his pants. With his muscular, furry ass on display, D.rayden squats down. He grunts and pushes, squeezing out a thick, dense log. It screams slightly in the open air as it slowly coils up. The E.mboar’s skeleton comes out feet first, mostly intact from its quick flush through D.rayden’s system. The pile comes up to D.rayden’s waist, the skull coming out last with its jaws open. With a huff, D.rayden stands up again and pulls his pants up.

“Look at that,” D.rayden rumbles. “You truly are a terrible trainer. No fat, no muscle—I reduced your P.okemon entirely into shit. It’s less than junk food.” D.rayden takes another Pokeball. “If none of your P.okemon can add even a pound to my figure, you’ll follow them. Shit belongs with shit.” D.rayden looks away from the terrified trainer to let out his next meal.

The next one out is a bit taller than the E.mboar but now as beefy. A towering B.eartic, who fell due to receiving a burn. Even now, he still looks exhausted and winces when he moves. He’s even easier to overpower than the boar, as D.rayden crams the bear’s head into his maw.

The B.eartic doesn’t struggle. Every deep swallow works out a distressed whine as it slowly goes down. Each gulp is tight and uncomfortable, pushing him towards a tight and sweltering out of death. When his head starts pressing into D.rayden’s stomach, and it smells like E.mboar musk, his whines start turning into panicked roars. It’s nothing like the tough and proud bear that had been in battle not long ago.

The B.eartic’s twitching feet are slurped down and he’s packed in tightly behind D.rayden’s abs. And like the E.mboar before it, they begin to shrink down. The B.eartic screams out in pure terror as the walls close in and boiling acids strip him down. The sound downs out into a wet gurgling sound as he’s swiftly compacted into meat slurry and a dense shit.

The pile is added to as B.eartic squeezes back out. Skull first, jaws open wide, baked into the man’s scat, the bear coils up steadily. Ruined white tufts of fur mark the brown mess along with bones. D.rayden grunts as he forces out a bulky ribcage. “This one was hardly mature,” he grumbles. “Screamed like a Cubchoo. Did you even train this one or just force it to evolve?” D.rayden huffs as the last of the bear drops off and moves on.

Next is a K.rookodile, who went down in battle before even being able to fight. He’s barely standing when he comes out and ends up on the ground when D.rayden grabs him. His thick tail is scooped up and slurped into D.rayden’s lips. And the swallowing begins again.

The crocodile tries to claw at the ground, still dazed and sore. His tail goes down fast and his ass starts being engulfed, his legs folding up. It makes the K.rookodile start roaring and thrashing more in confusion and distress. But it keeps going down the hatch, stomach slurped up, and then the rest of its body going down. Its roar is cut off as its head disappears, muzzle slipping past D.rayden’s lips and disappearing for good.

The K.rookodile lasts the shortest. The second it drops into the gut, it lets out a scream, which is swiftly cut off as D.rayden’s gut rumbles hard and flattens out. He grunts and closes his eyes, ripping ass in a rumbling fart that sends black and red scales scattering. The K.rookodile comes out fast, heaping up onto the pile of manure. His skeleton is entirely intact, forming one long and dense log that comes out in high pressure. The skull comes out fast, shit coming out of the jaws and sockets.

“That one was just pathetic,” D.rayden grumbles with a shake of his head. “I’m almost glad that one was dead. How you got so far with it, I’ll never know.” He moves on to the next, dropping a thick and fat S.colipede before him.

The big bug has been lazy in battle, not willing to listen to his trainer. So even standing before D.rayden and a pile of shit clearly made of his teammates, he remains unbothered. At least until he’s seized by the horns and dragged down. The S.colipede’s eyes widen as its muzzle fits into D.rayden’s maw, breath stinking of death.

S.colipede goes down fast. While it’s big and fat, it’s basically a giant sausage. And D.rayden has little difficulty slurping it down like one. The S.colipede’s thick legs kick slightly as it’s hoisted into the air, massive body disappearing from sight. D.rayden shoves down on its fat ass and sends the last of the bug horse away.

It’s easily the biggest meal he’s gotten so far and might be the only one that has a chance to let the trainer survive. The S.colipede trills and thrashes around for a good few seconds, its hide protecting it momentarily. Then D.rayden’s gut flexes hard, the bug crunches, and his gut rapidly deflates again.

The Poison typing is rough on his system. Enough so that he forced out another fart that even makes him wince. The S.colipede slops out in a mess, most of its exoskeleton reduced to chunks in the semi-solid mess that smothers the pile of shit. D.rayden grunts with a slight wince as his gut groans out in mild displeasure. “Urgh…Poison types. This one simply didn’t respect you. I have to agree on its decision…” He grunts as the last of the big drops out. No real pain, just a slight uncomfortableness. But the bug is gone, D.rayden is no bigger, and the next P.okemon is sent out to die.

A large B.raviary comes out, looking around frantically. It sees the huge pile and starts flapping its wings. It’s a coward, and that was its downfall. Now it will be again. It’s grabbed by the ankles and jerked back as it tries to fly. It squawks and flaps, trying and failing to escape. D.rayden shovels its feet into his maw and begins gulping.

The B.raviary’s squawks get more panicked and desperate as its body disappears from sight. It’s wings keep flapping around, up until they’re forward upward by D.rayden’s gullet. The panicked sound continues up until its head disappears down D.rayden’s gullet. Its wingtips follow soon after and the bird is gone.

Like K.rookodile, the process is instantaneous. The B.raviary lets out a squawk before D.rayden’s stomach suddenly flattens. It bubbles wetly and a deep belch explodes out of him, sending most of the bird’s feathers scattering into the air. The B.raviary comes out fast because of how little waste it even makes. The bird slithers our feet first rapidly, bones baked into shit up to its skull, which has cracked. “This one was hardly fit for battle,” D.rayden sighs.

There’s only one P.okemon left. One more life that has to end, but might let the trainer live. D.rayden releases it, putting the mighty Z.ekrom before him. He has no idea how the trainer got his hands on something like this outside of sheer luck. It’s mighty and powerful, but in the hands of such a worthless trainer, it’s been wasted. Terrible moves, a lack of training and strategy, a complete disservice to the sheer potential Z.ekrom has. As far as D.rayden is concerned, this is a mercy. Z.ekrom will be better off as a heap of stinking shut, killed by a human’s stomach, than being this trainer’s P.okemon. So he has no hesitation in bringing Z.ekrom’s muzzle to his jaws and engulfing it.

Z.ekrom is passive other than the annoyed huff it lets out as its muzzle is engulfed. It is just as aware as D.rayden over its misuse, but it is a being of ideals, and loyalty is important to it. It would have to die to reject a trainer it allowed to control it. But it was also defeated by D.rayden…and it accepts its punishment. So it doesn’t move as it’s devoured, slowly and methodically. Its large body disappears into D.rayden’s tight, slick gullet and presses into an even tighter pit behind the man’s abs. Even its massive tail is slurped up in the end, sealing the dragon away entirely.

D.rayden’s gut is well defined, Z.ekrom curled up tightly inside. Even if it wanted to move at this point, it couldn't. It is a mighty being, a living representation of ideals. D.rayden’s gut lets out a deep, rumbling groan and immediately begins to shrink down. Z.ekrom’s clear and identifiable form folds in on itself. The gym leader’s stomach shrinks down, grows rounder and softer, and in only a minute, has reduced to a set of abs yet again.

D.rayden shakes his head and crosses his arms. “An absolute waste in every sense of the word. Look at what you’ve done.” D.rayden looks at the trainer again as he begins to dispose of the last P.okemon. It’s the largest and densest of the piles. Thick and heavy logs weigh down the rest of the pile, dense bones stretching D.rayden one after another and deep black scales poking out of the brown mess. It takes much longer to drop off Z.ekrom than it did to kill it. Even its skull takes a minute to push out, and it plants muzzle-first into the crap pile with a soft splat, sinking in slightly.

D.rayden sighs out and stands up again. “Even a Legendary P.okemon is utter shit under your command. You are truly the lowest of trainers I’ve seen. I’ll feel no regret in being the one to get rid of you.”

The trainer in question has nothing to say. His eyes are wide and his face pale, mouth hanging open slightly. He’s completely gone mentally and hangs limply as D.rayden lifts him up by the back of his shirt. He’s lowered down feet first, allowed to stare down the piles his team got reduced to for his entire trip down the hatch. Darkness only greets him when his head sinks down D.rayden’s gullet.

The trainer is gone in seconds. D.rayden’s stomach doesn’t even bulge out. It reduces the man so quickly and thoroughly that he spends maybe a fraction of a second within the gym leader’s gut. The second his head is gone, he’s coming back out, cooking up on the ground in a meager pile of crap. D.rayden sighs deeply as he pinched the last of it off. “Finally…”

He’ll have to close the gym for a bit now. Get the mess cleaned up, have Z.ekrom’s bones cleaned and sent to the museum, and take a break. There was no effort in turning shit into shit. But it’s always mentally exhausting seeing so many P.okemon that had potential be reduced to nothing. Even before he gets his hands on them. At least they have use as shit.

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how about gouhin eating gosha? big dude eating another big dude.

Call that a r.arepair

G.osha couldn't believe what he was seeing. His grandson, Legoshi, was walking out of the black market! He’d seen the wolf by chance before while walking and went to catch up to him, but lost sight. He’d just about given up when he finally found Legoshi again and…well, he just can’t believe his eyes!

He saw his precious grandson talking to some big panda before leaving. G.osha wants to go confront Legoshi about this but…he can’t bear to look at him right now! So he stays out of sight, waiting for the wolf to leave before going into the black market himself to confront the panda instead.

He knocks loudly on the door he’d seen the panda disappear into. Sure enough, the hulking figure answers. G.osha handles things as best as he can. Which is to say, he gets into G.ouhin’s face and starts yelling at him and reprimanding him for corrupting his grandson. He’s not usually so aggressive but he can’t stand to let someone do such horrible things to his grandson!

G.ouhin is understandably completely confused and he has no idea what the Komodo before him is going on about. What he does know is that the lizard is angry and naturally dangerous. So G.ouhin handles him the way he does any other dangerous carnivore. He clamps G.osha’s maw shut, opens his own, and crams the lizard’s head inside.

G.osha’s eyes widen as he finds himself being crammed into the slick, steaming maw of the panda. What...is happening? He’s frozen by the act. Is he really being devoured right now? A Komodo dragon...being eaten? All for trying to protect his grandson? Thick gulps begin to sound out around him, dragging him deeper. His shoulders and chest squeeze into G.ouhin’s maw, pinning his arms down and lifting his feet off the ground. The panda’s heart thuds in his ears as he sinks past G.ouhin’s chest, another gulp slurping in his stomach.

G.ouhin tosses his head back, slurping wetly. G.osha’s long legs and tail go right down the hatch, the panda’s abs bloating out with a slosh as he feels the lizard dive inside. One G.osha’s tail tip disappears between G.ouhin’s lips, he’s gone, reduced to a curled up bulge behind the panda’s stomach. G.ouhin grunts softly and slurps over his lips, shutting the door to his office and wandering back inside.

G.osha is surrounded by slick, tight walls that keep squeezing and churning over him. He’s curled up into a tight ball in a space slightly too small for his frame. He can’t move at all, and even if he could, he’s completely paralyzed by fear. How did this happen to him? He was just...trying to protect Legoshi like a good grandfather. G.osha winces as something splashes down on his head and drips between his eyes. It’s got the smell of alcohol. He really is just food now...

With a swig of whiskey, G.ouhin rubs over his gut. Now that he’s got the weird Komodo sealed away, he’s not so yappy. Whatever was wrong with him, it seems like he’s settled down. But someone like this can’t be left to go around, getting aggressive with people. That’s how ‘accidents’ occur. With a flex of his stomach, G.ouhin feels the lizard fold inside of him with little more than a surprise whine. A thick belch rumbles out of the panda, some green scales flaking from his maw. He grumbles as he picks some from his teeth. Maybe he’ll ask Legoshi about the lizard; he feels like the old man had been saying something about a wolf. Kid probably got into some kinda trouble again...

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can we draw fanart based on your writing 👀

Of course! Draw or write whatever you want based on my stuff, go nuts.

#ask #not vore

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just a question, do you put your writting in other sites besides Tumblr? Is there another place where we can find you?

Not at the moment, no. Since I predominantly use the ask system for prompts and mostly write in short snippets, I keep my stuff here. If I did ever start posting elsewhere, I would let you guys know!

#ask #not vore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

You deserve those 1000 followers! Your writing is perfect. Sometimes you make some spelling mistakes, but nothing that ruins my fun while reading. I've been following you since January 2023 and i can't wait to see what else you will present to us.

I’m glad to hear that, really! I do try my best to fix my spelling mistakes, I’m a very messy writer, but y’know, they slip through sometimes. Oh well.

#ask #not vore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Whoa, 1,000 followers? You reached the point where you become a monarch or cult leader how's it feel?

So you know how when you turn 18 and everyone is like “So how’s it feel to be an adult now?” And you go “Uh the same actually”? It’s that but with minor Tumblr fame.

And also please. I can be both. I have the range.

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[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Oh! Okay! That’s a lot of you. Hello.

#not vore #I’m probably not going to do anything special for it but #Y’know that’s a big number! #Never thought I’d actually reach it

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Who’s your favorite FNAF character?

Hm...I honestly think I've got to give it to M.onty, I really like his design and personality! He's gotta be my overall favorite.

#ask #not vore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

are you fine with oc prompt requests?

As in other people's OCs? No, I don't think I'd want to do that. I either wouldn't know how to write for them or I wouldn't be comfortable doing it if they belonged to someone besides the asker. Plus, I'd feel bad if someone asked for stuff for their OC and I didn't answer it cause I'm not into the idea or the character. I have a lot of interests but I can also be rather picky, and adding OCs in for the stuff I'm writing is an extra layer of personal that I'd prefer not having to juggle so people don't feel like I'm playing favorites/ignoring them.

#not vore #ask