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benjaminthewolf · 10 months

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Garcello Gives You Snuggles (Remastered)

The difference between this and the original is night and day, and I couldn't be more happier at my improvement.

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The only two things your ears are able to detect in the present moment are both the ragged, labored, desperate huffing of your oxygen-depleted, withered lungs, as well as the overheating, cramping, constant, pounding of your poor, throbbing, shriveled little heart, as your all but entirely numbed feet continue aimlessly striking their force against the concrete of the filthy city sidewalk right below. With a form so utterly miniscule against the relatively gigantic world all around you, there could be no better display of cruel irony as to just how, exactly, your emotions had engulfed your being. Especially in the dead of night.

Vigorously forcing your body as such to do whatever it physically could to hold back your sight-submerging, stinging flood of minuscule tears, if for no other reason than your lungs’ momentary inability to handle the inevitably resulting gasping and wheezing, you were now all but rendered physically unable to continue in any direction but forwards, for the energy required to overcome your present inertia in said direction would prove simply far too much for your body to actually handle. Still, you carried on with your sprinting.

And then, just like that, your form was struck with the oxymoronic comforting shock from an equally as oxymoronic mysterious, yet familiar, teal glow. It didn’t matter in the slightest that you couldn’t detect rigid shapes for the moment, as all the information you already had was undeniably more than enough for you to piece together what was happening.

Your being instinctively swivels its current momentum, the wavering sparks of what could barely be described as hope for anything making use of its natural inertia to practically fling your poor form into the alleyway. Ignoring in its entirety the consequential pain of skidding against the rough asphalt seconds later, you instantly force your head up in order to confirm with absolute certainty your past assumptions about the teal glow.

Low and behold, there he is, and quite thankfully for your horridly gagging, strained lungs, you are not even forced to call his name in order to get his attention.

“Woah! Hey there, little one! I….didn’t know you were there!” the ethereal, wispy ghost form of the man only known as Garcello gently addresses your battered, jittering, scraped-up being whilst simultaneously attempting to carefully scoop it all up in his hands. As he does this, the one, single, little thing you can get your quavering self to do now is just cry. Now that your body didn’t have to focus on running, it could instead redirect all that energy to what it had previously held back for so long, and for that exact reason as well.

“Awww…. Hey now, hey now, it's perfectly okay for you to cry. I have absolutely no idea what’s happened to you, but you gotta be able to trust me when I say that whatever you experienced back there, it cannot hurt you right now. And that means it's safe to let it out.” Garcello softly explains to your torrentally sobbing, trembling being as he tenderly snuggles you against his dark teal abdomen.

You absolutely didn’t need to be told to keep crying to keep crying. Nonetheless, in essentially instant response to the tender, sympathetic, soothing words of the ghost, you promptly bury your face in his t-shirt and immediately unleash the, somehow, now even harsher flow of your tears into the soft, ghostly, thin, silky fabric. Garcello says absolutely nothing as you only continue to bawl. Neither of you had even the slightest clue as to just how long this scene lasted. Yet, upon your fierce wailing giving way to pained sniffling, Garcello still doesn’t dare to break the silence.

Eventually, however, you do remove your face from his abdomen. And that was when the words began to come. It wasn’t an elegant, nor a succinct explanation by any stretch of the imagination, but you couldn’t care less about that. All that you cared about was that someone was legitimately taking the time to let you incessantly ramble on about what exactly had happened to you, and was actually paying attention with intent of helping you recover from the experiences you’d revealed after the fact. Once again, the time it took for you to finish your rabid release could’ve been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour, neither of you had any way to know with any certainty. And, once again, Garcello remains completely and utterly silent as you just continue to rave about…well, pretty much everything you needed to rave about. It wasn’t until he was absolutely, positively sure you were finished that he finally took in a breath to start talking.

“First of all, I just want to say that you are very brave for telling me this. Ultimately, the only way that you can get proper help is to talk to someone about what you’ve gone through. And I guarantee you, there ARE people out there who can help. …professionally I mean. Ya know, like licensed therapists, and…obviously I’m not one of those, so… But yes, talking about all this is a very big step. I can see you’re already jittering a whole lot less because of it. Just letting out all your emotions verbally can be a huge factor in regaining control in these kinds of situations.”

Garcello takes a moment to pause as you continue your exhausted heaving.

“For right now, you just need to keep breathing. I don’t want to overwhelm you any further by diving into the nuance of what you’ve told me. Just breathe in and out. That’s it. I’ve got ahold of you. Nothing can hurt you right now. You’re safe.”

Your positively drained, depleted being proceeds to tremble only slightly as it softly wells up with more tears. A far less violent flow begins to stream its way out of your eyes as you once again bury yourself inside Garcello’s abdomen. The squishy, comfortable, warm flesh seems to somewhat wrap itself up around your being as you lean into it, whilst the places it couldn’t reach, such as your back, are gently caressed by the ghost’s delicate fingers. And that’s when you started to hear it.

The low-pitched, subtle grumbles tucked away behind many layers of ghostly flesh immediately grab your attention whilst the gears inside your head begin turning. Garcello is slightly confused at first, but upon you turning your head to the side just a little, in order to squish it into his midsection, he begins to understand your thought process as well.

“Do you…do you wanna go in there?” he eventually manages to ask.

All you would give in response was a vigorous flurry of nods, prompting the ghostly teal man to let out a short, friendly chuckle.

“Well, it is nice and warm in there! Makes a great resting spot I suppose!” he affirmingly speaks with a smile, whilst raising you up towards his face. “...and let’s be honest, you really need a good rest after all this…so yeah! You can stay in there for a while!”

You are now inches from the ghost’s mouth, waiting patiently for the reveal.

“...just let me know if my smoker breath is still there…I wouldn’t want ya to have to suffer from that because of me…” Garcello hesitantly requests as a great twinge begins to form across his face.

You briefly reassure Garcello that if he did still have smoker breath, you would’ve definitely picked it up by now. And since you smelled none, that meant it was certainly gone.

Garcello simply blushes just slightly in response, before swiftly thanking you for the reassurance. Now, there was only one more thing he had to do. And so, the unveiling commenced seconds later.

The mint blue colored chamber starts to flow upon your body its natural, soothing, calm, inviting warmth, something which eagerly prompts you to start crawling all the way past Garcello’s lips, and therefore have the comfort douse over the whole of your being.

Over his incisor teeth you went, as a result, before you finally squished a single palm down into the smooth, slickened form of his tongue. Eagerly, yet carefully, hauling the rest of your body onto the muscle soon after, you almost instantly collapse down upon its soft, warm, pillowy surface, before nuzzling your cheek deep into it, in order to show your deep gratitude unto the teal man outside.

Once the ghostly owner of the tongue is absolutely certain it was safe to close his maw, he slowly brings his lips together, thus sealing you out from the cold, whilst his jaws lying past them parted just about as far as they could. This was because Garcello knew that you were far too exhausted by now to make your way towards his open, tight, and squishy gullet. Because of this, he needed to elicit the aid of good ol’ gravity in order to get you down to his gut.

You are soon able to sense the ghost’s tongue lifting up rather slowly and gingerly. You therefore give the muscle a slight pat to let him know you’re okay before it starts to slope down, and towards Garcello’s now gaping laryngopharynx.

The plump, rounded form of his uvula gently sways back and forth above the drop whilst you start to slide down the slick tongue. Gradually slipping downwards and towards Garcello’s ghostly throat, it isn’t very long before your form becomes lodged nice and tightly against his tonsils, whilst you start to gaze down into his trachea. Garcello’s slightly wavering vocal cords are then naturally covered up by the epiglottis as you are promptly squeezed into his esophagus. It takes one more gulp before your lower legs and feet slip all the way through the upper esophageal sphincter, but once this is accomplished at last, Garcello heaves out a slight sigh, before placing a couple fingers over the slight bulge in his throat. Now, his ghostly body would handle the rest.

Casually floating over and towards the side of the alleyway as a result, Garcello sets himself down rather cautiously, not wanting the force of the motion to disturb your own journey within, before curling his ghost tail over his middle. Accompanying his ghost tail with both hands before the slight bulge in his throat disappears behind his collarbone, Garcello thus gives a slight smile. You on the inside were soon to pick up a soft heartbeat, and when you did, you would know you were close.

Back on the inside, meanwhile, the warm, squishy squelchings of peristalsis from the throat muscles are able to massage your poor body as they continue to escort you on down. Sure enough, however, you did indeed pick up rather soon an ethereal, ghostly replication of a heartbeat, though the fact of it not being from a living source did little to make a meaningful difference. The wondrous, continual kneading pushes you deeper and deeper towards Garcello’s stomach as the heartbeat pounds gently within the ambient background of the ghost’s internal body.

Eventually though, there was to be far more joining along with the baseline beat of the heart as both high-pitched and low-pitched gurgles and grumbles begin to echo about the awaiting chamber just below. With the lower esophageal sphincter coming into your sight seconds later, you are gently squelched out from the natural valve head-first, before at last, the rest of your body follows through, and you take the deep plunge down below.

Promptly rising up from the harmless liquids sloshing around within Garcello’s warm, churning stomach, touching your feet down upon the very bottom of the shallow pool as you did, you then proceed to give a rather visceral full-body shake in utterly cathartic release of pent-up tension. And then, immediately after, in use of ol’ reliable once more, your utterly exhausted being flops directly onto the pillowy walls as your eyelids droop down and close your eyes.

Garcello on the outside is able to feel all this happening within his gut, and yet, decides not to interrupt you for the moment, as you did need to rest rather desperately. Slowly rubbing his hands all over his middle for a while, Garcello can sense you shifting around just a little deep within, presumably so you could find a more suitable sleeping position. For you down below within the walls, it wouldn’t take very long for you to fully accomplish this task.

Heaving out a gigantic yawn, you subtly nuzzle your head into the squishy, cushiony, heated form of the stomach walls as the gently sloshing liquids around you calmly envelop the lower half of your being. Slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness as the soft gut’s natural heat drags you further and further into comfort, the very last thing you could sense before finally falling asleep was, indeed, the constant white noise all around you. The gurgling, growling, and groaning of the stomach of the ghost who had saved you tonight.

Garcello on the outside only lets out a soft sigh of contentment as he senses you settling down against the squishy walls of his stomach.

“Goodnight, little one…” he whispers very quietly, as he himself begins closing his eyes very slowly. It would not be very long then, before the both of you were softly slumbering away in silent peace; both of Garcello’s hands against his rumbling stomach housing your tiny form deep within.

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feladi-vore · 1 year

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You really shouldn’t ask me to look after your pets. I have a hard time helping myself when I get hungry... Oh well! Those dogs are much cuter as catgirl chub anyway <3

art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/kittyshoelace/

gift from: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mumbahvx/

#vore art #sfw vore #digestion #vore community #human vore #human pred #catgirl pred #catgirl #v.ore #v/ore #feral prey #dog prey

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justalittlenommer · 4 months

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Welp time to be a normal fuckin, person, And actually post…

So anyway, Uh I always liked the thought of pressing your hands along the tongue and maw, to feel their teeth and their tongue licking you back in response? The feeling of the tongue’s muscle twitching and moving as it licks you and slight saliva drops from their maw as they hold themselves back just for a little longer on devouring you…. After a bit pulling you close and you can feel your arms press together at the wrist and be pulsed on by each hungry swallow

#nonsexual vore #sfw vore #v0re blog #soft v0re #soft vore #v0re #willing vore #safe vore #vore talk #same size vore #monster vore #human vore #safe v0re #v0r3 #different size vore #G/T?

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call-me-picky · 2 months

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get you a man with an appetite big enough for you to be considered on the menu 😔

(if you’re into that cause i am lmfao just in an endo way!)

#mpred #non-fatal vore #human vore #male pred #male pred vore #mpred vore #nonfatal vore #v.ore #v0re #swallowed whole #safe vore #endo #endosoma

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extremecuddlingdragon · 9 months

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I watched the spiderverse movie recently at my friend’s house and it was so so freakin cool. Kinda sad noir got literally a second of screen time but I AM SO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT MOVIE! Praying that noir gets more screen time too 🙏 also Peter b??? He’s so dad material like he’s literally a dad. He’s such a comfort character for me 😭 If you have the time, can u write any hc’s for Peter? if not, it’s totally fine too

IM SO HYPED ANON!!!! Hopefully our favorite detective gets more love next film! Also Pe/ter B is such dad material. I can definitely write some headcanons for him! I’m not the best at writing him but hopefully you enjoy this!

(Reminder requests are open!)

Peter is just the kind of dude who is an unintentional pred and is extremely casual about it

Not in a “eating prey when I want” way but he’s not freaked out about it way

He loves to talk to his prey. Either while they’re chilling out in his stomach or when he’s holding them.

Is huge on having people rub his belly. No reason other than it’s nice.

Unlike Noir, he doesn’t hesitate to eat prey if they need protection. He knows that it’s a part of the superhero job and is willing to do it.

Despite him being super casual about eating prey, he’s always checking up on them. Making sure they’re comfortable and not scared.

He doesn’t like prey that struggles but is use enough to it

Makes a lot of jokes about eating people. Sometimes goes overboard with the jokes and has to be told to stop. He just gets carried away!

Unlike most of the others, he has a preference for having multiple prey than just one. Something in his brain tells him that the prey need a companion to feel safer.

He doesn’t like to be eaten though. Would rather eat or see someone be safely eaten than be eaten himself.

Very careful with his prey because he knows he could accidentally hurt them

Likes to hum to a tune of a song and tap his fingers on his stomach while having prey in there

Prefers to lounge around with prey inside him instead of doing stuff

Doesn’t normally have the chance to do it but he’s HUGE on foodplay. Eating a willing prey while they’re wrapped in a pizza is one of his guilty pleasures.

#extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #across the spidervores #spidervores #human vore #look dragon it’s headcanons!

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benjaminthewolfnsfw · 10 months

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A Sugary Snack (Remastered)

....sooooo this fic definitely needed to be remastered. Not because I was unhappy with the quality of writing of the original...but because in the original the prey was a wild, non-sapient Sugarbat and yeah...I think that might just cross one line too many.

So, I made the prey a Sugarbat borrower hybrid instead! Enjoy!

Oh, and just for clarification, "Portal Master" is the Skylands term for Human.

WARNING: FATAL VORE, GOOEY DIGESTION

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Being a Borrower-Subarbat hybrid, life was generally pretty good. You got to enjoy all the benefits that resulted from the Sugarbats’ kind and cuddly reputation, (as well as their ability to fly), whilst simultaneously benefiting from the fact that as a borrower, you possessed a level of sapience that full Sugarbats just didn’t have. This essentially meant that you could experience the best of both worlds to their fullest, which was an opportunity you had taken and flewn away with over the years.

Your flight, a coveted ability which most other Borrowers and even Borrower-Hybrids didn’t have, ensured that you could practically go anywhere you wished at any time. Your diet of disease-spreading bugs earned you a near-heroic reputation in many of the villages you often frequented. And perhaps most importantly of all, your soft, fluffy Sugarbat body allowed for headpats and tummy rubs galore. You loved receiving them, and people loved giving them. You loved everybody, and everybody loved you. This was the Sugarbat way of life, and thus, it was yours as well.

Due to all this, then, upon sensing that some sort of tall, lean, green troll was climbing up the tree you were currently resting in whilst gazing up at you intently, (although slightly hesitantly), you didn’t really think you had reason to be alarmed.

The troll eventually makes his way up to the branch that you’re on, before slowly and shakily extending his arm. You promptly respond to this by gently nuzzling your head against his hand before his fingers cautiously slip around your being, gently grasping ahold of you as a result. The troll then starts to direct his gaze downwards, eventually making eye contact with a tiny, bald midget portal master standing rather impatiently on the ground. He then goes on to swiftly glance downwards towards his feet before precariously releasing his grip on the branch he had been previously gripping onto and maintaining his balance with. Once he has managed to do this without immediately falling out of the tree, he tenderly places his other hand on your head, covering up both your ears as a result, before rubbing all around it nice and slowly. This, of course, causes you to let out a rather pleased stream of high-pitched squeaking noises as he did.

Finally, he opens up his mouth to speak before re-establishing eye contact with the portal master standing right below. However, as your ears are currently being covered up whilst you’re constantly making high-pitched squeaking noises, you don't end up understanding a word that he’s saying. If you could understand, however, you would hear something like this.

“UH, LORD KAOS, I THINK I GOT IT NOW!”

“THEN GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU FOOL! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, I’M STARVING OVER HERE!”

“-Y-YES LORD KAOS, RIGHT AWAY, SIR!”

The troll promptly takes his hand off your head before, as carefully and yet as swiftly as he could, proceeding to climb down the tree, placed at a major disadvantage since he could currently only use one hand to keep his grip. He still needed to hold onto you, after all. Inevitably, this unfortunate combination of circumstances would cause him to lose his balance. Since he was already almost at the bottom at this point, though, the impact didn’t really hurt him too much aside from knocking the wind out of him for a while. Despite all this, he had still somehow managed to keep his hold on you. You can’t really help but slightly tilt your head to the side in slight concern at this scene.

“Took you long enough…” the portal master grumbles under his breath as he walks up to the troll on the floor and places his own fingers around your upper body. The troll immediately lets go and simply focuses on regaining his breath for the moment, as the portal master takes a few steps away from the poor creature whilst silently staring you down. It was at this point where you really began to get confused.

“Ugh, you Sugarbats are still too sickly sweet for my liking…” the portal master begins to groan to himself as your already pretty confused face now begins to grow slightly concerned. “… but I’m still really hungry! So, in you go!”

Immediately snapping your head up in a bout of instantaneous, undistilled, body-jostling horror which rendered your form completely and utterly paralyzed for the moment being, you suddenly let out a terrified “EEP!” sound as the realization at last began to settle in. The portal master towering above you steadily brings you closer and closer towards his twisted face. It was only when his slimy, slick, smooth purple tongue momentarily exited his mouth to give a rather wet lick across his chops did you realize that your fate had already been sealed.

Upon the relative giant finally unveiling his maw, the saliva-soaked, goopy purple chamber within promptly stretches just about as wide as it could feasibly go in order to fit all of your being within its confines at once. His mildly sharpened, glistening, white fangs brazenly gleaned their brilliant shine back at you as the portal master himself maneuvered you around in his two hands for a while until they were holding you in a cupping motion; this in order to insure he wouldn’t accidentally bite down onto any of his fingers whilst shoving you into his maw.

The portal master goes on to waste absolutely zero time before doing exactly that, shoving his cupped hands up against his face in order to cram you inside past his jaws. His tongue, now that you are mostly underneath it, swiftly flings you up and back towards the middle of the chamber before the portal master’s lips close up, whilst still leaving open his jaws. He then slurps up your tail that had been previously dangling outside like a noodle, and finally, firmly snaps together both jaws, sealing you away, permanently within him, yet momentarily within his maw, as a result.

The portal master’s glossy, soft, moist tongue proceeds to slide itself out from underneath you, before longingly caressing your being with a slow, warm lick across your head. It then proceeds to move in, out, up, down, and around the whole of your body, positively slathering your middle, back, wings, tail, and all, with his saliva. The compounding natural warmth within the maw acts as yet another thing that is constantly soaking up into your being, simultaneously.

Eventually, the portal master goes on to slide his tongue back into place under your form, before using it to swish you between his cheeks for a while, the sensation of your waterlogged, soggy fur brushing against the slick walls of his cheek causing a pleasured shudder to run its way down the midget’s spine. This would go on for Eon knows how long, before the portal master slowly raises up the back of his tongue, in order to get your soaked being to slide back and towards the entrance of his throat, the gullet opening wide as the great, plump, dangling purple uvula gently sways back and forth above your head.

At this point, it had become all but certain in your mind just what was about to happen next, but as the portal master’s tongue proceeds to shove you deeper and deeper into his gullet, it somehow grew more and more impossible for you to get yourself to move, and therefore resist and escape.

Eventually, you are able to see the epiglottis covering up the entrance to the trachea, as the portal master swallows you whole. He somehow manages to squeeze your small, furry being down into his esophagus all at once, and down towards his stomach as a result. He, himself, however, does not seem to be surprised by this fact in the least.

The portal master immediately let out an excessively satisfied sigh before placing a few fingers over the great bulge you were making in his throat, poking and prodding at it in a teasing manner, all the while you on the inside only continued your long, grueling journey downwards and towards his now empty stomach.

At this point, the troll that had first brought you out of your tree had managed to get back up on his feet. He merely glanced over at his portal master…master with a slight sigh and a head nod before just simply being forced to watch it happen as the man sat himself himself down against the very same tree and placed a hand over his rumbling, growling gut, patiently lying in wait for its oncoming meal to be delivered right into it.

Back on the inside of the throat, you had, understandably, begun totally freaking out, squirming and thrashing around within the tight tunnel to quite a considerable degree. Ultimately though, this was all just simply in vain, as no matter how much you pushed and shoved against the slimy, purple walls of the esophagus, the seconds ticking down all around you, you only seemed to be getting squeezed deeper, the rhythmically squelching walls pulsing around your poor being as you continued on squeaking desperately, practically begging the portal master on the outside to let you go free. Quite unfortunately for you, however, this request was absolutely, positively, not going to be granted by the now hazily drooling man lounging casually against your own tree. His fingers began to gently drum over his stomach in a tranquil air of contentedness, as you on the inside are now able to pick up his heartbeat.

The deep, booming thumping emulating from deep inside of his chest would be absolutely nothing, in terms of audio noise, compared to the relatively high pitched grumbling and gurgling noises echoing around within the portal master’s still empty stomach which you were able to detect just a few seconds later, however. As, upon realizing what, exactly, this meant for you, your utterly futile cries and struggles only proceeded to grow stronger.

When at last you reached the lower esophageal sphincter, the slick, narrow entryway gently squeezed you out into his growling, shifting, tightened purple stomach, the heated, growling organ expanding just slightly upon sensing your newfound, sudden presence, picking up its churning and rumbling even more whilst the acids began to trickle in.

The portal master on the outside could feel his formerly empty, growling gut positively filling up with your form, the sensation of your heavy, squirming, helpless Sugarbat being fighting desperately for your very life within the hopeless, compact, slimy confines of his stomach chamber being all but heavenly for him, causing him to start slowly rubbing his hand over his stomach in absolutely nothing but pure bliss as a result.

You on the inside were now beginning to feel the stinging of the acids seeping through all your formerly soft and fluffy pelt, now horrifically soaked and soggy with saliva and gastric juices, causing you to start squeaking despairingly in pain, as the slick, purple walls of the stomach repeatedly expand and contract, sloshing and swirling the acids all around your poor being whilst your many fur and skin layers only continue to cruelly melt away. Dissolving all the way down into a thick, oozy, viscous, mucky goop, your tiny, Sugarbat body is only ever able to keep on flailing helplessly up until the very end, never, ever, ever to see the light of the moon anymore.

Now with no more resistance to worry about, the organ only ramps up its sloshing even further, gurgling and shifting about in order to churn up what once was your living body into a nutritious soup of gooey mush, one that would only be mashed up into chime and pumped through the portal master’s intestines, destined in the end to build up into a permanent part of the man’s body after all was said and done.

Soon, your being had become so incredibly pulpy, that its former Sugarbat outline was at last beginning to drip off and swirl away, many large chunks of mush breaking away from each other and sinking deep into the swishing pool of acids before dissolving down even more, at last being mashed up and churned about into a homogenous pool of soupy chime. Now, you were nothing more than a bunch of cellular slush, and the portal master’s body treated you as such, your liquified former body casually flowing on down into the beginnings of the man’s small intestine, as the pylorus opened up seconds later.

The portal master on the outside proceeded to give his satisfied, growling stomach a few pats and many more rubs as a small amount of air that had been previously trapped inside his stomach was suddenly brought up inside his throat, and released all at once in a great, deep belch, one that caused the poor, green troll standing solemnly next to the man to just sigh.

He didn’t know when his master would get back up. It could be in a few minutes, it could be in a few hours. All the troll knew was that, at the very least, now that his hunger was satisfied, there would be no need to try and appease the midget portal master by scrambling around sporadically in the kitchen doing what little was possible to whip up a satisfactory meal for him anymore. The last time this was attempted was…disastrous, we’ll just say that.

As such, as the portal master’s loud, rumbling guts continued to make work of the sloshy remains of the once living Sugarbat that had just recently entered into it, the troll could only stand back and silently hope he would never have to fall out of a tree in order to get a meal for his master ever again.

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predstosterone · 11 months

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Reposting this gif here because it's not originally vore but I can't help but enjoy it as a pred POV as a wriggling half size prey slides into your middle after your final swallow...

Any volunteers want to do this to my belly? This puppy is hungry...

#v0re #soft vore #human vore #pred pov #human pred

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naughtyservant · 4 months

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Another YCH slot!

This time, Daniel is getting his usual protein snack after a good game. Liam didn't have a good performance, so better give him a better use as muscle fuel >:3

Personally, my fav slot! OwO

Uncensor version on my A/ryion and T/witter as always

Don't forget like, reblog and follow me for more pics with Daniel ¬3¬)~

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nothing522 · 3 months

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Love y’all ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

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abelskunk1 · 6 months

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My Charizard is a delicious snack

"Oooorp! Who knew Pokémon would be good food? When you no longer know what to do with a Pokémon, don't worry, devour it and digest it slowly, you will surely have an excellent dinner, for now I will continue processing this poor Pokémon Now it will rest in my stomach forever"

A long time ago a friend made me this vore edit, I want to share it with you 💜

#gay vore #vore belly #digestion #fatal vore #human vore #male vore #vore art #Pokémon vore #fat belly #Fat vore #furry prey

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Thor (God Of War) Lol

Fun fact: I have so little fear that I worked on this at the dining room table when everyone was getting the thanksgiving diner food ready. I am just simply built different.

(Ok I hadn’t gotten to the actual vore part yet but still…)

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Your ragged, shivering breath is shakily heaved in and out of your lungs, frosting up the airways with its chill, before it is inevitably warmed by your being and released back into the cold again as a whitened cloud of mist. Both you and Thor had known that the oncoming storm was going to be cold, but neither of you could have ever predicted it would be this level of horrid.

Desperately leaning forwards a little and arching your form over the flames, the large, sizzling fire that the two of you had lit to keep warm was ultimately doing quite little to aid against the constant soaring freeze, much to both of your worries. You were, indeed, donning a layered set of specialized winter gear, and yet that fact combined with the fire only seemed to add even more to the taunting cries of the storm, as it seemingly knew quite well that none of your puny little attempts at resisting against its power were ultimately all in vain.

That was exactly why Thor had raised the, at the time, rather strange question to you. For both himself and the storm recognized implicitly that even the vast earthly power of its raw, icy sting was all but effortlessly triumphed and overcome by the array greater abilities possessed by the divine, all physically encompassed deep inside the depths of the towering, powerful being that was such a god as Thor.

Thor gets up and settles his giant form next to yours, instead of forcing you to get up and risk even more than was already at hand. A quivering smile is shakily formed across your face as the large man gently wraps his arms around you, and, in subsequent preparation for the encompassing journey ahead, in turn encompasses your inside his outside frame, gently and sensually settling against that of your frail and meager own. Your cheek is pressed even deeper into the powerful man’s chest, causing a sudden, warmed shudder to rattle its way throughout your mortal being. You gently nuzzle your face up against Thor’s chest, whilst his callused, strengthened hands cautiously wrap around your relatively tiny form.

Making your arms move up and forth as well, they soon are caused to settle upon the soft, chubby stomach against the great man’s middle. Allowing rapidly steadying breath after rapidly steadying breath to ease in and out of your lungs as you rub and knead your longing, slim fingers and palms around the area, you are soon quite easily able to detect the deeply confined white noise radiating from Thor’s body as such.

At first, it was merely his heartbeat, throbbing and pulsing away inside his ribs. You wished o’ so dearly you could just, simply melt into his body and wrap yourself all around his heart, but you knew quite well that you would be getting as close as was mortally possible to that very organ very, very soon, and thus, did not bring it up.

After a while, however, the former sense of silence that had been radiating out from the middle is finally broken and freed, thus causing your body to naturally heat up with desire. A beckoning, howling symphony of wondrous rumbles and groans scattering on forth towards your ears, and causes the both of you to smile, as you are finally able to recognize that the time has come at last.

Thor is absolutely nothing but silent, gentle, and cautious as he slowly peels your being off from his skin, and lifts you on up, and towards his still closed maw. He lets in and out a sigh through his nose, causing a warm front of air to get blown directly onto your face, before at last the giant man clears up his throat, and, without anything more to do, opens up his maw.

Thor slowly extends out his tongue, and gently caresses it upon your face, allowing your body to be graced upon a sample of his heat, before at last, the man’s jaws are stretched just wide enough for your head to be placed inside, the gaping sight of his maw highly enticing your mind. You are able to feel the natural gradient of heat embracing itself upon your head and neck as your cheek is squished upon his tongue. The squishy, pink muscle allows your face to become slathered with his wet, sticky saliva.

Thor’s breath is pushed in and out, in and out, against your rapidly warming form. He begins to ease your body back towards his gullet, causing the top of your head to bump against his uvula whilst he does so. The man’s gullet at last opens wide as you are inched closer to it, thus revealing to you the squelching tube that is his esophagus just desperately waiting for your arrival. Your head gently sinks deeper and deeper into his gullet, before at last, Thor swallows, and your head is fully inside.

As your middle is subsequently shoved into his maw, Thor is now able to gently clasp his jaws down without risk of you falling out. He lifts his head up and very cautiously lowers his teeth to hold your legs and feet in place without causing you pain. Now with his hands free, he begins to rub ever so slowly over the slight bulge you are making in his throat. Able to feel it from the outside, your being starts to feel slightly tingly as Thor suddenly swallows again. Now with only your legs and feet left to be downed, Thor can fully close his maw and lower his head back to its natural position. Taking just a few seconds to get his bearings again before finishing the swallowing, Thor gives a couple of preemptive pats over his guts, knowing quite well that pretty soon, it would become even larger than it naturally was under any normal circumstances.

Finally swallowing for the third and final time, Thor lets out a considerably satisfied sigh as he plops down into the snow next to the fire, and merely awaits for your arrival to commence. You on the inside are now able to feel the constant squeezing motions easing in upon your body as you are carefully escorted down to the chamber below. Thor places his hands on his guts and gives a slight lick across his lips as you are suddenly able once more to detect all the white noise you had formerly only experienced from the outside of the man’s being.

Sensing the thumping of Thor’s heart pulsing and echoing all around your form, you gingerly force yourself to become silent, so you may be able to detect the unmistakable gurgling that was indicative of one’s own stomach. Sure enough, the moment it became audible, for some inexplicable reason, the former experiences of the cold were now but a long gone, distant memory.

Thor is able to feel your body getting squeezed out of his lower esophageal sphincter, filling up his stomach and causing the great organ to expand to fit your form as a result. Thor’s already rather chubby gut is therefore grown to an even larger size as a deep, rumbling growl is suddenly detectable from the outside. Patting and rubbing his giant hands all over the even more giant stomach as the sloshing and churning only picked up upon the arrival of a sudden ginormous meal, the powerful man silently gives a smile, as he is, indeed, aware that for the moment being, his work here is done.

You on the inside are only able to feverishly snuggle your entire body against the soft, goopy walls as the harmless liquids around you wettened up your form and positively ensconced your mind deeper and deeper inside. As the walls’ natural coding subsequently caused them to expand and contract their cushiony, pink lining all around your being, all of those horrid, frigid memories of you shivering out in the cold merely less than ten minutes ago, are rapidly melted away, as now, all that was present around you, keeping you warm and safe from the absolutely no doubt livid winds outside, was the slimy, squishy stomach of your own beloved Thor, the god whom you had bonded with, and had now broken the physical barrier with on this bitter winter’s trek. Nothing, nowadays, came easily to anyone, much less that of solidarity and comfort. And yet, here to you, the lucky friend of Thor, had come not only that exactly, but, you see, as was rather excessively tangible as you were squeezed up against the loving god’s goopy, gurgling guts, so, so, so much more.

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