#fatal vore

[squirmifyoulike]

A pred talking to their prey, absolutely loving the muffled responses and squirms this prompts.

The prey always tries to convince the pred to let them out - but this never works. Especially when the pred's stomach begins to gurgle and groan more frequently. The prey still tries to talk to the pred, but it's hard to be heard over the sounds of digestion.

Soon enough... The prey isn't even forming words. Instead, they're moaning and whimpering, struggling against the pred's stomach harder. But it doesn't hurt, mind you - rather, the prey is beginning to grow overstimulated as pleasure overtakes their body.

Now this part is always the best part. Soon, things come to a head - the prey is squirming and writhing as pleasure overtakes their body. They can't control themselves; they orgasm hard in the pred's gut, aided by the squishing motions of the stomach. Soon, though, the prey's pleasured cries are drowned out by bubbly gurgles. The pred's stomach clenches in, digesting the prey quickly... And soon, they relax their stomach, which is now much softer and rounder than it was previously.

Smugly, the pred rubs their now soft, squishy belly. Another meal successfully claimed. Soon enough, the prey will join the padding on the pred's body, where they'll stay for a little while.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #unwilling prey #painless digestion #implied reformation #like if you squint really hard it's there i promise

[dragongirlintestines]

Aww, was your raid team undergeared for the dragon raid? Did you hit my enrage?

Don't worry, it's a soft enrage. Don't look at the attack name (voracious snap). It's just a single target.

*main tank has been devoured*

You've still got time though, let me just channel this next one (deathly belch)

*main tank has been ko'd*

~Uuuuurpppp~

*main tank cannot be revived*

*raidwide stun*

*voracious snap begins channeling on the next highest aggro player*

...

...

...

Thanks for dinner!

*your party has been wiped. Respawn at home point?*

#digestion #fatal vore

[teal-fiend]

Preds who don’t feel hunger, but instead feel loneliness in their stomach. 

If they don’t eat prey when they feel this way, they’ll mope around, acting antisocial and depressed, or clingy. 

The best way to fix it is to just find someone to eat. 

The pred complains about their hunger to potential prey, acting pained and looking for sympathy. The stomach growls alongside the pred’s words.

The pred put their hand over their stomach, grimacing, “my stomach is lonely, you will keep it company, won’t you?”

Without listening to the answer, the pred scarfed down the prey, then sighed peacefully, rubbing their stomach, “much better, thank you dear.”

Not feeling as sad now, the pred goes on with their day, letting their prey hang out with their stomach. It’s like looking after a child sometimes - their stomach is always whining to them about feeling upset or scared even. Or bored and wanting company. But the pred will always accommodate it, because that’s their job. 

Unfortunately the stomach is rough with its friends, and it will soon wear the prey down and eventually digest it entirely. 

Later, The pred looks down at their mushy belly. The stomach has annihilated its guest. The pred chuckles, and pets it, faux chastising, “look what you’ve done now, is that anyway to treat your guest?”

The pred feels a deep grumble in response, which rises up to their chest, then comes out as a loud belch. The pred winces, embarrassed, looking around quickly, but no one was nearby. It was just the pred and their full stomach now. And what remained of the prey inside it.

The pred does kind of miss the wriggling, but at least their stomach is full, so it won’t ask for more any time soon. 

#v.ore #soft vore #tw vore #v/ore #fatal vore #vore fic #digestion #implied digestion #vore writing #vore digestion

[lesbianoms]

I want to give a girl a bellyache.

I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy that’ll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.

I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, it’s incredibly tight and rock hard… <3

I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acids…

Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...

As I’d curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ❤️ she’s already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas that’s in there with me… but I wanna hear her belch 🫧🫧

Squirming desperately inside a woman’s painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now… I love being feisty prey sometimes

And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge… I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything else…

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #tummy kink #belly kink #female pred #f/f vore #fatal vore #digestion #vore digestion #willing prey #unwilling pred #vore writing #vore story #gurgle #vore kink #same size vore #minors dni

[wolfgirlguts]

Instant or near instant digestion is unbelievably hot. Like.

"Prin can I have my friend back?"

Absolutely not. Like. Logistically. That's a no. She is soup.

"But you JUST ate her"

Soup!

#prin howls #digestion #fatal vore

[ltsmoving]

(belated) voretober day 1: welcome

decided to post em all separate, also some voretober posts may have character introductions under them cause theres gonna be more than the 4 ive already shown off tee hee!!!!

#eddie made this #v.ore #v ore #soft vore #digestion #fatal vore #vore art #male pred #voretober #voretober 2023 #oc max

[squirmifyoulike]

It's so unbelievably hot to me when belches in vore kind of act like a moment of "finality".

A strong belch after the last gulp? Prey is sealed in and can't escape.

A particularly drawn out, sloshy gurgle, coupled with long burp? The prey has been fully melted down.

Sometimes belches and burps have some kick to them, huh?

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion

[your-fave-is-a-pred]

#v0re #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #willing vore #unwilling vore #fatal vore #half size vore #same size vore #g/t vore

[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

#v.ore #soft vore #digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #implied digestion #tw vore #vore writing #voreblr #unwilling prey #prey pov #unwilling vore #pred

[hemipenal-system]

the best part of eating someone a bit too large is pulling your stomach in and feeling things snap and break as their screams get louder and then suddenly quieter before going silent…

#fatal vore #tw gore mention

[lesbianoms]

Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #g/t vore #fatal vore #male prey #female pred #giantess vore #cruel pred #digestion #tw digestion #unwilling prey #intestines #vore writing #vore story #vore internal #burps #implied fatal #vorny #vore kink #wlw kink #n/s/f/w #vore scenario #had this in my drafts for a while now~ #looking back on this is is one of my darker scenarios but I do not condone real life murder of any kind #minors dni

[vore-scientist]

this may be unusual but i really like vore that is safe and fatal simultaneously. by that I mean, for whatever reason, there is prey that is safe fro digestion, mingling with prey that is BEING digested.

Maybe the safe prey ENJOYS this, either it was an enemy or they are just a pred stuck in a prey's body and their pred best friend lets them have front row seats

Or its HORRIFYING for the prey, maybe they know why they are spared, or maybe they dont. either way. its horrific.

Maybe they are even ambivalent to it, just like meh, guess my friend had to eat something/someone and didnt bother to get me out first.

thanks for coming to my ted talk/

Oh bonus, i've talked about this before but something similar I love is safe prey going treasure hunting after other prey is digested. getting valuables or bones and such :D

#safe vore #fatal vore #vore talk #gt vore #this is gt vore for me by default