#digestion mention

[wholegrainvore]

A pred swallowing a prey who they don’t realise is immortal and immune to digestion. They fall asleep with a full, happy tummy, and wake up to … that exact same squirming belly. Their brows furrow together as they prod at their stomach, and the prey inside laughs at them for their foolishness, expecting the pred to let them out now that digestion isn’t a possibility.

But the pred is stubborn.

“You think I’ll let you out just because I can’t digest you? Newsflash, sweetheart: I like how you feel in there. I haven’t given up a meal yet, and I’m not about to now.” The pred smothers a belch as their prey begins to start thrashing around with panic, smirking to themselves. “Shhh… we’re gonna get to know each other real well by the time you give up, I think.”

#male pred #v0re blog #safe vore #endosoma #unwilling prey #vore tw #size difference #digestion mention

[thefanciestborrower]

The Devouring of Prometheus

Ohh boy this fic has been over a year in the making and by golly am I proud of it. It was mostly an attempt to imitate Mary Shelley’s writing style while adding more classic lit vore into the world cause oh boy do we need it. This fic is a little darker than my usual fluffy stuff because. You know. It’s Frankenstein. But everything is still safe despite what Victor thinks. Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Contains soft, safe, unwilling vore, mentions of digestion, mentions of dying, mentions of cannon character death, minor injury, and vomit

Characters: Victor Frankenstein and the Creature

Word Count: 2,830

Mankind has no greater fear than that of being devoured. It is an instinctual fear, engrained deep within our very beings from the moment we are born, as it is in every living being, and yet it is perhaps one of the most uncommon fears to experience in its true, unaltered form. We are quite familiar with the notion of being killed and eaten by a wild beast, since such a thing, while not terribly common in the more civilized parts of the world, is often talked of in books and by explorers returning from long voyages to strange, wild lands. It is a threat to be sure, but perhaps not the most fear inspiring one. A hungry lion might indeed pounce upon you with his teeth and claws bared as if to shred you to ribbons while you lay awake in agony, but in truth he is far more merciful than even most men and will end you swiftly with a bite to the neck before he ever starts to feed. The fear of being eaten in this way, then, is diluted by the promise of a swift death at the claws of a creature who bore you no more malice than you do a butchered duck. 

The terror of being consumed lies not in the act of consumption, but in the method. Stories full of giants and ogres who devour men whole and alive fill the countryside and take captive the minds of all who hear them, filling their dreams with images of gnashing teeth and slavering mouths, capable of sending a grown man down, kicking and screaming, in a single swallow. I must confess I never heard much of these tales growing up, aside from a few Clerval was so fond of telling, and when they did reach my ears, I simply scoffed, laughing such frightening images away in the clear light of day when nothing could seem more ridiculous. They were children’s tales, I thought, simply meant to frighten and entertain, for nothing, man or beast, could swallow whole a living man. Oh, how I wish I had been right. 

He came for me in the night. I was asleep, or nearly so, when a sudden noise at my window startled me awake. At first I assumed it to be the scratching of a branch or perhaps even some night creature making its rounds through the garden outside. After all, I was far more unfamiliar with the Oxford landscape than my dear friend Clerval, who had spent much of his afternoon exploring the grounds, so I felt there to be no need for concern. Indeed, I had nearly turned over to drift back to sleep when I saw his eyes. Those wretched, sunken, yellow eyes staring as if into my very soul through the dusty window I had neglected to lock in my naivety. I might have screamed had fear not grasped my throat and strangled my voice, and though I longed to run, terror turned my legs to lead and forced me to watch as the fiend pried open the window with a delicate ease that seemed almost laughable compared to the rest of his hulking mass. I pulled my sheet up to shield my chest like a child might, entertaining fantasies that perhaps this was simply a nightmare, and if I remained still in my bed then he would be unable to harm me, but when he began to climb through the window with the elegance of a lion stalking his prey, eyes never once leaving me, panic settled over my heart and I realized this was no mere conjuring of an overworked mind. The beast was here, looming over me in my chambers as I trembled in bed with naught but a thin sheet and even thinner night clothes to protect me. 

“Devil! What do you want from me!” I cried at last, terror loosening her claws from my throat. “I have not forgotten our agreement, so why do you insist on tormenting me so!” 

I received no reply, the beast more than content to simply stare at my trembling form. Perhaps he enjoyed how weak I must have appeared before him as his eyes flicked over me, almost sizing me up for reasons I could never have comprehended in that moment. Cold and yellow as they were, I could see an inkling of some mysterious emotion behind those eyes, but it’s identity I couldn’t say. Nor did I care. My thoughts were quickly preoccupied as he advanced upon me, padding forwards like some great and terrible cat, until he stopped just shy of the side of my bed, so close I could have reached out and touched him. 

Again, I saw that strange emotion flicker behind his dead eyes, but before I had time to ponder it he wrapped his hands around my chest and lifted me from the safety of my bed with terrifying ease, like one might lift a small child or a doll, and while I screamed and writhed in his hideous grasp, his hold only tightened. My ribs creaked and complained under the pressure and my cries became strangled and choked. With a ghastly popping sound he opened his grotesque mouth, jaw hanging at an angle too wide for any human to achieve, and to my upmost horror he quickly stuffed my head inside with the terrifying efficiency of a ravenous beast. The slimy muscle of his tongue lapped against my face and my body convulsed in disgust as I desperately fought not to be sick. Revolting as my situation was, I did not wish to add my own vomit to the mix, even if it might have disgusted the fiend enough to free me. 

I could see nothing but darkness, each desperate gasp for oxygen only supplying me with the barest sliver of foul air. Teeth ringed my neck like a terrible collar, and for a moment I entertained ideas of those teeth, the very same I had picked and sorted by hand, crashing together to sever my head from my body like some terrible executioner. Before my thoughts could spiral much more in this direction, his grip changed and I was suddenly shoved against the slick, fleshy opening of his throat. My blood curdled and, with a sudden, crushing pressure, my head was crammed downwards in the most painful manner which caused me to cry out in despair. My skull felt as though it would shatter, and I screamed a horrible, terrible shriek of agony and terror as my shoulders were crushed down after me, the tight gullet of the beast threatening to break them into splinters. My vision swam, stars of pain and lack of breath sparking and dancing before my eyes, and though no light followed me into my hellish prison, I could still see the blackest pitch wavering at the edge of my vision, threatening to drown me in its inky embrace. For a moment I wished it would, if only to keep me from the terrible suffering I knew lay before me, but fate is a cruel mistress and before I could sink into that comforting ocean of darkness a terrible pressure bloomed upon the crown of my head and forced me into an open pocket of stinking, putrid air. 

Coughing and gaging I struggled to draw even a single breath. My ribs, now horribly compressed, creaked and shuttered terribly under the pressure of the creature’s throat, and though my legs still flailed outside, and my hands desperately scrambled for a hold on what I felt to be his chin, I did not dare move the length of my compressed torso for fear of inflicting more damage upon myself. Another painful swallow jolted me down, my face jamming roughly into what I presumed to be the bottom of the creature’s dreadful stomach, and the grotesque flesh not only yielded to accept my presence, but did so with an almost pleased sounding groan, if stomachs can be pleased, as if I really were simply a morsel of food to be consumed and forgotten. The sound filled my heart with a terror I’ve never known, and I cried out, though my voice was quickly silenced by the slick flesh as more of my body was squeezed through that terrifically tight ring of muscle and forced to bend and twist to fit my new prison like some sort of contortionist. 

I know not how long it took the devil to consume me: the darkness of my surroundings and constant pain dulled my senses and left me disoriented to the point where I no longer could even tell up from down. I remember no longer feeling the cold air on my body after some time, my entire being now encased in sweltering heat, and searing pain as my legs were crushed down against my ribs. Finally, it was all over. My entire body had been fully compacted into the creature’s stomach, and although this new development was arguably a much worse position than my previous one, I was far too preoccupied with gulping down precious lungfuls of oxygen to care.

Then, all at once, the reality of my situation came crashing down upon me and with the fervor of a cornered beast I began to lash out and fight, twisting and turning in the confined space in hopes of causing my captor at least the slightest bit of discomfort. 

“Fiend! Devil! Release me at once!” I panted, gnashing my teeth in fear and anger. “This is no way to treat any man, let alone your maker!”

I had no doubt that he could hear my cries and feel my struggles, confined as I was, and yet no answer came. Despite the nature of my location, I was completely and utterly alone, for what man pays attention to his food after he’s eaten it. Again, I tried to call out, to plead for release as I fought against the smothering flesh, and again I was ignored, save for a light pressure against my back from which I hastily jerked away. It was his hand; I knew it instinctively. The brute was no doubt relaxing after so fine a feast of human flesh, and that touch was nothing more then the satisfied gloating of a predator now sated with a filling meal that would last him far longer than any morsel of bread or wine. I was merely something to be enjoyed, digested, and forgotten.

 How many more, I wondered, would be lost in the same way once I had perished. Clearly my current location indicated my captor had grown fond of the taste of human, and with a heart wrenching shudder I suddenly realized I had no way of knowing wether I was the first victim of the monster’s appetite, or if he had already glutted himself with other gentle country folk, just as he had done to me, and I was now resting in their grave. The thought was too much for my already distraught and troubled soul, and the disgust which filled me suddenly became too overwhelming to sustain. With a thick heave I proceeded to retch onto myself, my sick mixing with the beast’s own bile, and I sobbed bitterly for my home. 

“Oh, my dear mountains and precious lake. Will I truly never again delight in your sweet air and radiant beauty? Am I to perish so far from all that is fair and wholesome, without even the cold stars to bare witness to my demise?” I lamented; my voice thick with the grief of a man who believes he is to die isolated from everything he once held dear. 

The spongy flesh seemed to mute my voice effectively as a heavy curtain might, and my words fell upon deaf ears, for no reply came from my creation. My captor. My killer. Was I really to meet my end as nothing more than a meal? My last breath tainted by the stench of bile and vomit? The pressure to my back returned, and although the touch revolted me, I was far too exhausted from my fear and the quickly thinning oxygen to do more than twitch in protest. What difference would it make anyways, my fate was already sealed.

Each breath I drew grew more ragged and gasping with every passing second, my panic having done nothing but quickly use up what little air I had in the stale cell, and in some fever, I realized that, although my air was quickly thinning, I had not yet begun to feel the slightest tingle of digestion. Oh, what sweet twist of fate was this! I still would meet my end as nothing more than a morsel of food this was true, but I would be long since unconscious and perhaps even suffocated before acids truly began to work on me and thus spared the sensation of digesting alive. It was a small assurance, but so consumed was I by grief and terror of my fate that even the small mercy of a painless death brought me comfort. It was more than a man like me deserved after all I’d done. The innocent blood on the creature’s hands stained mine as well, and I thought bitterly of poor darling little William and dear Justine. Their blood has been spilt on my account, and yet, while their deaths had been horrific tragedies, I took solace in knowing they had left the world far quicker than I would, and that I would be seeing them again soon.

My vision swam before me, and with one last shuddering sigh I slumped against the slick walls, no longer attempting to catch my breath, for what would be the point in trying to breathe when there is no air left to fill my lungs. The stomach clenched around me with a disgusting squelch, smothering and squeezing my helpless form as it worked to knead what I presumed to be caustic acids into my sodden clothing and soft flesh, preparing for the undoubtably difficult task of liquifying my un-masticated body. With a gasping, barely audible sob I pressed a trembling hand out against my churning prison walls, cursing my creation and praying my end would be swift. Then the darkness engulfed me, and I knew no more.

Due to the circumstances in which I had fallen unconscious I fully expected to never wake again, so when I started awake some unknown amount of time later in the very bed I had been snatched out of, I could seldom comprehend what was happening. My first thought was that my horrendous experience had been naut but a dream; an apparition brought upon me by the dreadful task I knew I would soon be required to complete. Then I became aware of the disgusting film of sticky, foul smelling sick coating my body and the dull, yet throbbing pain in my ribs, and my blood ran cold. It had been no dream. My creation truly had assaulted me in the night, swallowed me whole and alive, and, by some miracle, vomited me back out before his digestive system could process me. In fact, aside from my ribs, which were badly bruised, I appeared whole and unharmed. Not even a drop of acid had singed my clothes, and my skin was fair and unblemished as it had always been. I pressed a hand to my cheek as if to make certain of my unharmed state, and then, to my own surprise, I began to laugh. It was not a mirthful laugh, but rather one of incredulous shock and relief as I grasped at my warm and unharmed skin. So certain had I been that those final moments filled with slimy blackness and foul reeking air inside the creature would be my last that the cold air of my room and the sting of my nails against my face might well have been gifts from Heaven itself. Even now I marvel at my incredible escape and wonder what could possibly have prompted the monster to give up as filling a meal as I surely must have been. I do not think I shall ever know, but judging from the healthy nature which I possessed upon waking, I can only assume he realized he could not process me as he intended and his body expelled me, though wether such an expulsion was voluntary on his part I still could not say. Nonetheless I knew I was no doubt incredibly fortunate to have survived such an encounter and my resolve had the been strengthened. Where before I had postponed my promise, I vowed to not do so again, for who knew how long the wretched beast would be content to wait and leave me and others be. As soon as I was able, I would set to work creating another who would contain his terrible urges and put this dreadful encounter behind me forever. 

#Alternate title: Victor Frankenstein and the terrible horrible no good very bad day #My man is going though it <3 #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #Half size vore #Unwilling vore #Cj writes #Tw mentions of death #vomit tw #Tw vomit #tw minor injury #classic lit vore #nsx vore #I have lots of thoughts on creature pov here #Do not take what Victor says seriously he is. An unreliable narrator #Just like in cannon lol #digestion mention #fatal mention #Doesn’t happen tho

[roseytoesy]

Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

#soft vore #safe vore #my stuff #my writing #fluffy vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore #v.ore #digestion mention #roses ramblings #this got so long I’m so sorry #but also I hope this helps inspire people #this is also something for myself cause I’m tired of trying to find a big list and not getting one #reference #for later #hope you like it #vore tumblr #Feel free to add whatever you can an think of too! #this is just something to compile stuff #organization

[lesbianoms]

Ugh sometimes being into vore kind of sucks for me because it feels like everything I end up seeing is either “extremely platonic and squeaky clean with no kinky themes whatsoever” or “brutal, painful and upsetting snuff that I need to talk to my therapist about”

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #rant #digestion mention #I can’t go onto ekas for this exact reason #sometimes the content will kind of hit that sweet spot for me #and then someone in the comments starts talking about the graphic aftermath in detail for no reason #writing this after this exact thing happened btw sorry if I seem kind of frustrated but it’s because I am #and I know there are in-betweens but lately they’ve been feeling few and far between #minors dni

[pampulonad]

ok but i love prey that is so eager to be eaten up by their pred like.,, they’re so horny they NEED to be digested down into fucking slop RIGHT NOW or ELSE

#pollen chats #v ore #digestion mention #digestion cw #v0re #willing vore

[ritopredanyone]

Alright, people who like noms that aren't strictly endo, would you tell me why?

#e a/t #e-a/t #swwh #e a/t talk #digestion mention #I don't really know how to else to tag this

[sillyromance]

(WARNING: angst (a person abused in the recent past), one strong word)

Please, don't hurt me. I don't wanna pain anymore. I'm cornered and exhausted. I beg of you - don't make me suffer, I didn't mean anything wrong! Please...

- I won't. I promise.

It is a flash of light reflecting from you teeth and then - nothing but humid darkness. It feels...oddly comforting. Soon I stop struggling and let you devour me, lulled by warmth and softness of your internals. Every long, powerful swallow sends me deeper into you, and I can't help but feel grateful for how gentle you're with me. I'm so fuckin' damaged that your attention to my needs seems unnatural to me - I think I would let an assassin to cut me open if they treated me as a person just for a little bit. Well, actually, that what I do...

I slide, and slide, and slide... And, finally - curl up into your noisy stomach. It groans so loudly, so impatiently that I feel guilty for making it wait for so long. I have been expecting it to squeeze me immediately to brake my bones and melt me down for your body to process. However...

- You're safe. No one and nothing will harm you here. Trust me.

I don't believe my ears. I hesitantly paw squishy wall around me, but there is no acid. The organ hugs me gently; your hand fondles me from the outside - your light touch reaches my back and draws soothing circles on me. I embrace my knees and cry again, but this time, these are tears of relief. Your stomach keeps bubbling and growling, though I'm not afraid. I know that you tell me the truth; I want to trust you so, so bad... And perhaps, it will destroy me again, but I will.

Thank you.

#soft vore #first person pov #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore angst #unwilling to willing prey #gentle pred #ptsd #digestion mention #comfort vore #protective vore

[calibraptor]

Nothing more fun than stealing a friend's phone and swallowing it in front of them, giving them the choice to either dive in after it or get a new one.

Then texting them afterwards about how delicious they were and how I'm looking forward to seeing them on my waistline.~

#rappmusing #soft vore #digestion mention

[jack-the-nibbler]

Been wanting to make this post for a while now...something I think is underrated in vore? Sentient fat.

Basically the prey is digested, and their soul or consciousness is bound to the pred’s fat somewhere on their body. This could lead to the pred teasing or taunting their prey, telling them how they’re stuck on their devourer for as long as they see fit. Alternatively, the prey gets to truly experience being apart of their beloved pred. It’s quite soft, warm, and squishy for them too.

Also nice is when the prey leaves a tattoo somewhere on the pred’s body. Preferably with some symbol that represents them.

#soft vore #nonfatal vore #digestion mention #nonfatal digestion #implied reformation #vore talk #sentient fat #willing pred #unwilling prey #willing prey

[blebsandgears]

I don’t fully understand digestion even with reformation. This isn’t to hate on anyone or their like I just simply don’t understand the thinking besides the literal eating something part. I’ve heard the thing of ‘it’s nice to be one with the pred’ and I kinda get it but I don’t understand? Again not to shame anyone!

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #sfw vore #vore blog #v0re #vore talk #digestion mention #tw digestion mention #protective pred #vore thoughts

[thefanciestborrower]

Time for a mini giant anatomy lesson featuring James! They got some wack insides and while most of it is explained in the drawing, I’ll go ahead and elaborate a bit under the cut. Uhhh, small warning for mentions of digestion I guess

So mini giants are really cool in the fact that their anatomy is pretty much made to consume and digest large creatures with relative ease. With the stomach in front of their major organs and ribcage and sternum being able to pop out of place, it’s fairly effortless for them to swallow human sized or smaller prey. Their jaw is made more for ripping and tearing than chewing, so I’d say their eating style is more similar to that of a crocodile or lion than anything. However, if it’s small enough then most food will be swallowed whole, and that’s why their digestive system is so wack.

Their heart has hole called a Foramen of Panizza that connects the left and right aorta in their heart and shunts blood straight to their stomach in order to help produce more gastric acid and speed up digestion. Realistically they could digest a human or something similar in about 1 to 1 1/2 weeks, give or take, which eliminates the risk of food going bad while still in their stomach. Their system has no problem processing whole prey items, bones at all. In fact, bones and organ meat are such an essential part of their diet to the point where most of their food is prepared with such things included! They’re also almost exclusively carnivorous so 90 percent of their meals are very meat heavy. 

On top of their stomach is a small third ‘lung’, that is used to cycle oxygen in and out of their stomach, and while this lung is in use, acid production stops. Most people aren’t entirely sure why they would need this process in the first place, but the most widely accepted theory is that it used to help keep prey alive longer so it wouldn’t start to rot before they could properly begin digestion. At any rate, it’s an adaptation that has proven extremely useful in recent years because although mini giants no longer eat live prey for food in any capacity, the craving to do so is still there, so temporarily eating a human friend with the help of said adaptation is an incredibly common practice. 

#Told you they’ve got wack anatomy lol #pretty human on the outside but not so much on the inside #vore mention #digestion mention #discussed in kind of a more biological sense #like they did historically used to eat people for food so while they don’t do that anymore cause it’s highly illegal #their body is still built for it #arts #oc james #lore #oc stuff

[fastfur07]

cw: digestion mention

We all prepare our food. We treat food with the utmost care, arranging it, dressing it up, tenderly blanketing it with sauces and spices, to make sure it pleases our eyes and our tongues. But once we eat it, none of that matters. Whether it’s cuisine crafted by professionals or a haphazard meal put together from what you had left in the fridge, it’s still just food.

You’re a person. You have a life, thoughts, wishes, friends, dreams and ambitions. But all that disappeared when I laid eyes on you: I saw nothing but sustenance. Someone else might be drawn to those superficial qualities, but my stomach craved your true being, your tangible, delicious form. Try as you might, none of the rest matters once my lips shut out the light.

Food is a basic need, and how well you’ve fulfilled it for me. The feeling of running my tongue along your skin as it turns to gooseflesh, drawing out the mouthwatering flavour; the feeling of dragging you down my powerful gullet as you scrabble against a tide of saliva; the feeling of your weight plunging into my gut, making it stretch satisfyingly out to just your size… It's indescribable. As hopeless as your protests are, for me they’re a heavenly massage, so please continue.

You’d better get comfortable in there eventually, though. Being eaten isn’t a speedy process, any food should know that. I have places to be, and my stomach always comes along with me. I don’t know how long I’ll keep my meal. Hours? Days? It’ll depend on how long I’m satisfied for. In fact, I may get hungry again, in which case, you’ll have company.

I will let you go eventually, though. What, did you think I was going to dissolve you, strip away everything that defines you, melt you into formless slush, scatter your life into a million pieces stored in the cells of my body? How could I ever be so cruel? I’d rather let us experience this all over again, I’m sure you agree. That won’t happen soon, though, so focus on being a good meal for now.

You can go back to being a person later, but for now, you’re food.

#vore talk #a certain person said i was the “master of teasing” so... this is for you >:3 #you know who you are... #cw vore #vore writing #digestion mention #safe vore #nonsexual vore

[lesbianoms]

Hhh I love preds that tease their meals

That love em to death and would never actually want them to suffer, but still enjoy the rush of fear that the prey gets in their eyes as they dangle them over their mouth or pounce on them, ready to swallow them up…

The prey is a begging, crying mess. The pred finds this cute, whispering, licking those tears away and humming “you look so pretty when you cry”. Then into the gullet they go…

Sure, it’s not the best experience for the prey. They’re freaking out and begging for their life, struggling and squirming in that slimy sac that serves as their new home, terrified. The pred is in heaven. But rest assured, that either digestion is painless or that the pred is just gonna keep them around as a pet…

Either way, they care about their little darling meal. Something akin to love and hunger all at once as they coo and poke their stomach, listening to all those sweet gurgles inside, mixed with the most adorable squeals…

And the prey will be fiiiiine. It’s not like the pred intends to harm them. After all, why would they want to damage their most precious prey? If it’s digestion, then they’ll exist as somewhat sentient pudge on the pred’s middle, being gently caressed and stroked and kissed. If it’s endo, then the pred gets so many more opportunities to toy around with them. A cherished little plaything <3

Hhhhh if I did fandom vore stuff you’d better believe I’d be writing about my otp in this scenario 😩

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #open ended vore #fearplay #digestion mention #cruel pred #fear play #painless digestion #I mean… all my digestion is painless #just thought I’d tag it though since this is a meaner scenario #minors dni #vore kink #vore scenario #an otp i can’t tag #same size vore #g/t vore

[pampulonad]

If only I could see you right now~

I wish I could see how your body is struggling to hold itself together, see how my acids are breaking you down and subjecting you to the most divine pleasure you’ll ever experience~

I wish I could see your adorable face as it gasps for air inside my tight, suffocating, warm stomach~ I would do anything to see your eyes roll up when my hand squeezes my tummy in the right place~

I can’t resist playing with you even when you’ve completely surrendered to me~ I love to tease, you know this~ I wish I could see you slosh around inside of me~

You’re mine. And I’ll make sure you remember it every time my stomach makes a mess of you ♡

— ⛩️

#pollen chats #rosebush rambles #v0re #digestion mention #digestion #digestion cw #willing vore #willing pred #willing prey #v ore #fatal vore #reformation #reformation vore

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone! (WARNING: willing fatal vore, angst, forbidden relationships).

Just a quick thought at night...

What if in G1 there was a girl who would come along with Soundwave.

For example, she helps him from some kind of trouble when he is injured and absolutely lost with no opportunity to comm anyone of his faction - all his comrades and cassettes are far away, so this human girl appears to be the only being in the universe who is able to give him a hand - and this young sweetheart sincerely wants it. So, despite his neutral, or even bad attitude to people in general Soundwave grows truly fond of her while recovering. They spend a lot of time together: talking, walking around the town she lives in, just doing average things, slowly getting to know one another.

And sooner or later, their relationships turn into something more than just an accidental companionship...

However, everything has its end. Soundwave is rescued by other decepticons, and the girl learns what kind transformers her lover belongs to... After she sees what Soundwave's "pals" do to people and her planet, she inevitably finds that her sympathies lie with Autobots. As someone who has already lost his own home, Soundwave understands her feelings; and, actually, the girl doesn't hate him too - the choice of an allie is his personal responsibility and she can't judge the mech, moreover that she doesn't know all the motives of his past decisions. This way, the war draws its black line between the two. They are bound to fight against each other, but, although both of them feel anguish and sorrow, they don't even think to betray their sides, and so, the decepticon and the human keep suffering wordlessly in secret from others...

One day, the lovers participate in battle. One against another, face to face. And, obviously, the human perishes. Wounded and powerless, she is thrown to his feet, waiting for her death to come. The robot towers over her miserable body, huge, heavy and cold like a mountain... There is only one step - and she will become nothing but dust.

But the giant doesn't hurry. Soundwave gently, lovingly picks her up from the ground like he has always done, trying not to cause even more damage to her vulnerable body than he has already did. And the 'con... Reveals his face for the first time after the war started. With an only intension.

To swallow. Her. Whole.

The girl doesn't protest. She just shivers and sobs faintly as her beaten body is cautiously laid on the long slimy glossa and pushed at the back of her lover's mouth. She doesn't even try to struggle as she slides down his slick warm throat and esophagus, being tugged deeper and deeper into his core by powerful, yet careful gulps. She slips in the fueltank, but she doesn't bang its tender walls or beg for release, or dig her nails in the squishy, velvet metal pulsating around.

She simply cries, remembering every beautiful moment shared with the indigo mech she loves so desperately - despite the thing he has just done to her. It is his guty - and that shall be respected.

The girls is sure digestion will start soon and she curls into a tight ball, shaking in horror and focusing on the last comforting moments of her lover's flesh hugging her compassionately. Although, even this she considers as an illusion created by her upset mind to weaken the inner agony a bit; stomachs exist to break down food, and it won't take long to tear her apart and process what's left. She can't hope Soundwave will be merciful with her right now. The law is the law: decepticons don't keep prisoners alive for long.

However, time goes - and nothing happens. Well, almost nothing. There is a slight blue light on the edge of the fueltank. It grows stronger and brighter with each second, filling the place with mesmerising, mysterious glow. And finally, it turns into a human figure with a face which is confusingly similar to the faceplate of the fueltank's owner. The man gets up and approaches the girl who is still lost in her thoughts, hiding her wet face in tiny, bleeding palms. In order to that, she is quite surprised as the hologram sits down beside her, takes her head in their hands, puts it on their knees and starts affectionately stroking it, softly brushing her thick, silky hair with one hand and holding her trembling fingers in another. Soundwave looks down at her with calm, kind expression, embracing his little human girl - the one his spark has chosen to be forever loyal to.

She wipes dirt, saliva and blood from her rosy cheeks and smiles, leaning to the ghostly light touch. She knows he won't let her out - there is no reason for her to return back to Autobots: she won't be as devoted to them as she once was anyways due to her unlucky, forbidden love. And she can't become a Deception either. So, sad fate is inevitable. Meanwhile, she sees that Soundwave loves her too no matter what. That he is with her - whatever Megatron and other decepticons do or say.

The girl finally feels ticklish sensation on her feet and discovers they have already started melting away. There is no burning or aching though; she recognises only relief and peace spreading around her exhausted, sore limbs and torso. Poor girl completely gives in to the natural process of Soundwave's body, no complaints or regrets inside her tired brain. She will be consumed by his systems till the very last drop. Her cells will collide with his cells, her love - with his love; she will go through all of him, swimming freely in his veins and accurately collecting every small detail about her darling - just for herself. She will disappear as an independent person, but remain alive in the layers of "breathing" metal he is made of.

He won't ever forget her.

Nothing will be able to divide them ever again.

#transformers vore #transvoremers #soft vore #willing pred #willing prey #fatal vore #painless digestion #digestion mention #willing fatal vore #angst #hurt/comfort #g/t vore #g1 vore #Soundwave vore

[calibraptor]

Take a spin on my "water slide"

Predators with long necks who can simply gape their jaws and engulf half, most of, or even ALL of you in a single lunge of their jaws.

Going from person to a descending bulge in just a couple bobs of their head, tracing your descent into their stomach with but a single digit...

I may or may not be one of those predators, and may or may not be craving to feel prey squirm all the way down my throat until they settle as a shapely swell sagging in-between the thighs they may or may not be adding to.~

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #digestion mention #rappmusing