#kinda unwilling pred

[nom-central]

"Aren't you excited? After this you're going to be a real predator like the rest of us!"

I look down at your trembling form, curled up in my palm. I'm not too sure where they found you, but I'm sorry that you were found at all. I never asked to be a part of this, but being born into a family of people-eaters isn't something anyone asks for. I have no interest in eating anyone alive, but traditions are traditions...and I worry that if I don't, someone else will definitely hurt you. The expectant, excited looks on everyone's faces are mirrored by my reluctant expression, and I study you again. I'll try to make this quick.

When I lift you up to my mouth, you don't make a sound. Even when my warm breath washes over you and you touch my tongue, you don't kick or cry out. Have you already accepted your fate as my food? I nearly choke on you when I swallow- you're so small, yet you're bigger than anything I've ever eaten. Cheers and applause ring out from my peers, but I can only focus on how strange it is to have something living sliding down my throat. It feels good, which makes a pang of guilt stir up within me. I was made for this, but I don't like it.

I can feel you slide into my stomach, still shaking out of fear. My peers congratulate me, but all of my attention is on you. I couldn't apologize then, but when I am left alone I will free you. Neither of us asked for this, and I can only hope you'll forgive me.

#v0re #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore #gt vore #unwilling prey #unwilling pred #pred pov #vore drabble #saw a post about a pred having to eat prey as some kinda rite of passage #and went huh! i can work with that #doing my part to put a little bit of angst in the world with comfort later

[mmmleckerlecker]

I just… *clenches fist* love preds who, as a personal rule, don’t ever let their prey out once they’re in their stomach. like physically they COULD, but they just… won’t

and it isn’t even a malicious thing. they have plenty of prey friends that they have never and WILL NEVER touch… unless the prey gives the go-ahead. and a lot of times the prey friend doesn’t even really comprehend what they’re getting into like…

“are you even really a pred? I’ve never actually seen you eat someone one,” friend 1 asks.

“oh, I definitely am,” the pred answers without even looking up from their phone.

“yeah?” friend 2 prompts. “could you do a little demonstration to prove it?”

that gets the pred’s attention. “what? on one of you?”

friend 1 shrugs. “yeah sure. if you can even do it.”

the pred is already sliding their phone into their pocket. “and this is what you really want?”

“yes, definitely,” friend 2 confirms. “I’ve known you for years. I’d really like to see you try.”

“well,” the pred says as they reach for friend 2, “if it’s what you really want…”

and within a minute, friend 2 slides smoothly down the pred’s throat and fills out their stomach. “told ya,” is all the pred has to say.

the pred gives friend 1 a few minutes to run their hands over their belly in awe, feeling friend 2 within curiously poking about their new surroundings. eventually the interest wears off and the pred sits back down, returning to their phone.

“aren’t you going to let them out?” friend 1 asks after a moment.

the pred squeezes absentmindedly at their stomach’s new occupant and only spares a distracted glance at friend 1. “ah sorry, no. I’ve never let a prey back out before and I’m not about to start now.”

the form within them begins to shift about a little more uncomfortably.

“but… but they’re your friend?” friend 1 can only stutter.

“yeahhh, they are,” the pred agrees looking genuinely a little sympathetic. “but you guys said you were cool with it and I’m not about to change how I do things now. again, sorry.”

by now, friend 2 is in a panic trying to escape, but the pred seems unbothered. they merely knead their prey back into submission with one hand and continue typing on their phone with the other.

at a loss, friend 1 can only stand there and gape. the rest of the day they’re forced to watch the pred’s belly get smaller and softer, knowing friend 2’s fate is partly their fault and they themself were only spared by pure chance. they try not to flinch every time friend 2 gathers what strength they have left to fight back, but their struggles grow weaker with each passing hour. friend 1 never challenges the pred’s abilities again.

or… OR the prey knows EXACTLY what they’re getting into, or so they think. they’ve been dating the pred for a long while now and have been considering offering themself as a meal lately. the idea of being made one with their lover is very appealing to them. but they also know it’s very permanent so it’s taken months to build up the nerve to take that one last leap of faith. finally they find the courage to ask.

the pred raises a surprised eyebrow. “really?” they question in disbelief. they aren’t opposed to the idea, they just never would have expected it from their lover.

the prey nods sheepishly, cheeks growing bright red.

the pred immediately drops everything and gives their partner their undivided attention, expression deadly serious. “you know it’s a one way trip, right? this decision is final.”

“I know,” is all the prey answers. “I’ve always known.”

the pred nods, satisfied. without further ado, the take their partner into their mouth. they ever so slowly swallow them down, giving them plenty of opportunity to change their mind. but they don’t. a few minutes later, the prey is sealed within their final resting place.

to keep things romantic, the pred puts on their partner-turned-meal’s favorite movie while they digest. at first, it’s just a tingling sensation for the prey. but then it’s an all encompassing burning. suddenly, this is far less romantic than they’d expected. their pred partner had always been so sweet and gentle, but then inside of their stomach is absolutely brutal and unrelenting.

“I’ve changed my mind,” the prey suddenly gasps, fighting against the crushing walls. “I don’t want this anymore. please. let me out.”

the pred just gives their belly a few comforting rubs. “sorry, love. but you already know that what goes into my stomach doesn’t ever come back out. you’re just going to have to stay right where you are.”

this isn’t what the prey wants to hear. they quickly turn to begging, then bargaining. finally they’re reduced to sobbing. it all falls on deaf ears as the prey massages their lover throughout the whole process and continues watching the movie. by the time the film is over, the prey has given up on escape. the only signs of life the pred can feel as they get ready for bed is the occasional twitch or shiver from within. when they crawl into bed and curl around their belly, they make sure to wish their partner one last goodnight. the only response they get is a weakened kick. the pred smiles as they drift to sleep.

#‘I’m just gonna write something about this real quick’ I foolishly say as I hit New Post #(it was not ‘real quick’) #soft vore #v.ore #willing pred #willing prey #unwilling prey #semi willing prey #casual vore #fatal vore #uncaring pred #kinda? they sorta care but not… enough #betrayal vore

[ltsmoving]

(i got mad distracted writing this one lmao)

Imagine, if you'll humour me, a newbie pred. They're only just starting to explore this new diet, and it's great! but they've never exactly been a fast runner and actually catching prey can be difficult.

To compromise, they instead plan to stalk and kidnap a prey, and it goes a lot smoother than roughing it! but now they have a different problem on their hands. They have the prey back in the privacy of their home, but they just can't bring themselves to do it- they're a living person too!

The prey is strapped to a dining room chair in the cold basement of the pred's house. They glare at the pred as they pace back and forth, weighing up the guilt they'd feel against the gnawing, prickling pins-and-needles of the hunger that would bite back and kill them if they didn't sate it soon.

When the pred checks back on the prey, they're hunched over in their seat, only stuck upright by their binds as faint, delicate snoring comes from them. It is rather late, the pred considers, deciding that they'd sleep on the decision and leave the prey to their own sleep for now.

In the morning, they bring the prey a glass of water, not wanting them to croak before they're in their stomach. As the pred helps the prey by holding the glass for them, the prey takes notice of the pred's shirt, and finally speaks up after drinking half of the glass.

"You like that band?" they squeak out, voice hoarse with strain. The pred is confused for a moment before following their gaze down to the shirt they were wearing- a band graphic tee they had bought a few years prior that was always too big for them.

The pred hesitates for a moment before responding. "I used to. I know some songs, but I usually just sleep in this."

A breathy laugh rests hollow and cold on the pred's skin as the prey looks back up at them. "I never expected a predator to like prey music." There's bite behind the comment, but a curious and genuine smile plastered on their face that the pred can't help but return.

"Hey, good music's good music." Both of them laugh lightly, and a conversation starts up naturally. Just a back-and-forth of small talk as the two get to know each other a little better.

Before long, the pred is so lost in the conversation that they'd forgotten all about why the prey is there in the first place. They feel even more guilty than before and sit in silence for a moment while they reconsider their options.

Surprising the prey, the pred walks behind them and loosens the binds on their wrists, the prey tentatively shifting their arms from behind their back to brace themselves on the chair as they go to stand.

They turn to smile and thank to predator, but are quickly pinned to the ground and met with the gaping darkness of the maw before them. The prey wrestles and fights against the predator, pushing desperately against their shoulders to wrench their head free- but, like a vice, the predator's jaws only grip tighter, refusing to let as they take a strained, painful swallow.

It's an arduous process, but little by little they work the prey down their distressed oesophagus, the dryness of their skin and clothes scratching at their throat as they cuss themself out for waiting so long- they just taste that good!

One final gulp sounds and reverberates around the empty basement, sending the last of the prey down into them as their gut expands and sags, pushing the chair that just held them out of the way of its girth. The predator gently and curiously feels over their bloated stomach, prodding where the skin stretches, caressing the sore underside.

They have trouble moving, but hoist up their gut and sluggishly carry themself, and their prey, up the stairs out of the basement and into their living room. The rest of their day is spent trapped under the weight on the couch as they try their best to stay awake through the food-coma that suddenly overcame them.

That feeling of guilt they were dreading quickly dissipated as they revelled in the afterglow of the meal . It was understandable why so many predators are so hasty with their prey- if not out of morality, out of pure hedonistic rapacity.

#eddie wrote this #oh boy oh boy tags #v ore #v.ore #soft vore #open ended vore #could go either way :) #idk they might change their mind or smth #unwilling prey #cruel pred #nervous pred #they kinda both ig

[ianarovoices]

Just want to bring some unwilling prey home, & make it clear that food is all you are, all you'll ever be. That this is where it was meant to end for you, all your life ever meant, everything for nothing more than to be a meal for a hungry predator.

At first, you don't believe it, that this was all your existence was leading to. But, as you realize there is no escaping your end, you give in. You glance up with reluctant acceptance, with a gaze that makes it clear you're ready to give in to the fate I've decided for you, the fate of all my living meals.

Smirking, I lift you up, & begin to swallow you. At first, caught in the mental trap I laid for you, you don't protest. But about halfway down, it hits you that this is really happening, & you begin to thrash about, trying to escape my clutches. And yet, it's already too late; with 2 more powerful swallows, you're completely inside me, sliding down my throat with ease.

Soon, you're in my belly, & I feel you kick & squirm, trying to find a way out of my predatory clutches. But this is the end for you, & there's no escaping it now.

#tw vore #cruel pred #unwilling vore #same size vore #vore blog #vore talk #vore digestion #implied fatal #fatal vore #really mean degradation ok #also mind rape kinda #i'm vorny and i'm not sorry #(again)

[wendy130]

forgive me if you aren’t taking art requests rn, but if you are-

could i request some peer pressure duo noms? — 🎲

// BIG COMIC MOMENTS WOOO!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE IT

// I fucking love your peer pressure story (pt1 & pt2) soo :P

// transcript of words under the read more line

2nd page words:

A long string of "no"s trailing behind Ranboo

3rd page words:

A long string of "no"s as Ranboo gets picked up Ranboo, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to LITERALLY die" Techno, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to die of social interaction"

4th page words:

*wiping drool off*

5th page words:

*muffled cry*

6th page words:

Techno: *soft purrs* Pointing at Ranboo: *passed out*

7th page words:

~~Time Skip~~

Ranboo yawns, next drawing says "where... am I?" Arrow pointing between two drawings: *thinking for a moment* On either side of a concerned Ranboo: OH NO Next drawing: *snoring noises* as Ranboo *touch*es the stomach walls Next drawing, "no"s surrounding Ranboo as he thinks "I don't want to be AWAKE for this--"

8th page words:

*Waking up noises* Techno: "Wh'h'ppen...?" Next drawing, a small "AH" coming from Ranboo as Techno *push*es down & says "Oh-- are you okay?" Next drawing, Ranboo says "...Wth do you think??" Next drawing, Ranboo is squeezed and cries out "wait-- wait-- I'm sorry" over and over again Next drawing, Techno's thought bubble says "Shit-" and he says "kid-- KID-- Relax, I'm getting you out!"

9th page words:

Ranboo is *plop*ed back into Techno's hands

10th page words:

"And then they became BEST FRIENDS" Above Ranboo and Techno it says "HUGS :D"

#asks #tw vore #If y'all do not reblog this I'm going to explode pLEASE #MY HAND HURTS NOW WOOO /hj #safe vore #soft vore #g/t mcyt vore #doodles #vore art #g/t Ranboo #g/t Technoblade #unwilling prey #willing pred #kinda? #semi willing pred #mawshot #extreme cuddling #long post

[tinystarwatch]

Big fan of the pred goes feral and can no longer be trusted scenario(From a spell, compulsion, ect) but with like, multiple preds.

When pred 1 goes odd prey's first reaction is of course, go running to their trusted friend pred 2. They're accepted readily, maybe a little to readily actually, but prey is so shaken that they don't notice the way pred 2 is fixated on their movements a little to much, until nearly to late.

Now left to try and hide, horrified. All their usual close friends now a possible threat. It all turns out eventually, but for several heart pounding hours their life felt to be truly on the line. (Preds are very apologetic afterwards though)

Premium hurt/comfort fearplay 👌.

#starwatch #soft vore #safe vore #unwilling prey #feral pred #starwatchvorethoughts #implied digestion sort of #fearplay #intended g//t but read however l #like I'm the huge fluff guy but #when the prey is traumatized and scared of pred and pred is guilty??? and it takes time to heal the relationship??? #when it's a heartbreaking show of trust that prey allows themselves to be nommed again??? #FIVE MICHeLIN STARS BABY THATS THE GOOD STUFF #kinda necessitates a multi chp story tho you can't blow through the emotional build up

[vorish-wonderland]

Idia was (allegedly) designing a game where one of the characters is (allegedly) a giant octopus merman. He decides to go to Azul to make sure everything is 100% accurate. Even internals need to be completely accurate...

Includes: soft/safe vore, willing prey, semi-unwilling pred

✮✶Get Out!✶✮

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"You want me to WHAT."

"Um.......... e-eat me."

"With all due respect Idia... no."

"Oh, come on Azul! Y-you don't want my depiction of an octo-mer to be inaccurate, do you?" Idia asked.

"You know more than enough for it to be accurate! And not to mention, in WHAT scenario would you need to know what the inside of me looks like?! Why would you need that information?! What is happening in your game?!"

"I-it's in relation to a specific ending, d-don't worry about it..." Idia blushed. "A-anyways!! I need you to eat me so I can know what the inside of you looks like. Just a quick in and out, it'll be fine heehee!"

Azul sighed.

"Fiiiiiine. But I'm getting you out the moment I want you out. Understand?"

Idia's hair flared up in excitement as Azul grabbed him and brought him up to his mouth.

Idia stepped inside, making sure to take notes on everything. What the inside looked like, what the teeth/beak looked and felt like, the exact shades of blue the flesh was, etc.

He was just a bit too excited to be inside Azul, honestly.

"Alright Azul! I'm ready, do it!" Idia blushed profusely. "S-swallow me...!"

Azul felt really weird about this whole thing, but did as Idia asked anyways.

He let out a deep exhale as he felt Idia go down. It was really hot. Not enough to burn, but definitely enough to be felt.

Idia was so excited. He just successfully convinced his friend to eat him!

"Seven, that felt weird." Azul said. "Your hair really is made of fire, huh?"

"Magic fire, but yeah."

"Now, you just have to... take notes, right? Then I can get you out?"

"Yeah, just... j-just a bit longer..." Idia said, looking around and writing down his notes about what it's like in Azul's stomach.

Almost thirty minutes passed.

"Idia. Can I get you out now."

"N-no! Just a bit longer, ok?!"

"...ok. But not too much longer, understand?"

"A-a-alright!"

Much longer passed.

"Idia, I'm getting you out."

"N-NO! I-I-I NEED EVERYTHING TO BE ABSOLUTELY ACCURATE!" Idia yelled.

"IT'S GOTTA BE ACCURATE ENOUGH BY NOW, I'M GETTING YOU OUT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT."

"NOOOOOO!" Idia pouted.

Azul made a mental note to absolutely never let this happen again.

#i find the concept of willing prey/unwilling pred kinda funny tbh #the prey trying everything to get the pred to eat them and the pred everytime being like 'ffs i'm not going to eat you stop it' #anyways #gonna work on the stuff in my inbox after this :D #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #v.ore #v/ore #idiazu #idia x azul #another bigzul (big azul) post by yours truly

[benjaminthewolf]

Hippie Healing (Vore Story)

See...this is why I love this blog. Where else? Where freakin’ else, are you going to see somebody posting a self-indulgent healing vore fanfiction of David Van Driessen from Beavis and Butt-Head? No where. That’s where.

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     As had become routine for Highland High School’s resident hippie teacher at this point, the moment the lunch bell had rang, the habitually calm, collected David Van Driessen brewed himself yet another cup of coffee, made his way into his classroom through the oncoming hordes of students flooding over to lunch, brought out all the papers he would need to get done, locked his door, and got to work.

     When all the other students were away in the cafeteria, (especially those two troublemakers Beavis and Butt-Head), no time was more ideal for someone looking to get all work done and over with for the day, to accomplish just that, than now. Van Driessen took in a small sip of coffee whilst closing his eyes, allowing the quiet, peaceful moment to wash its soothing presence over his body. Only for said coffee and said eyes to almost instantly hurl forth from his mouth and jerk themselves open all the way respectively, as some sort of door slamming sound had suddenly and completely, utterly unexpectedly banged in both his ears, the resonating echoes effortlessly vibrating their way down the tiled floor of the hall and straight into the currently rather  terrified Hippie teacher’s room.

     All Van Driessen was able to hear in the next few seconds were the positively pounding, fuming footsteps of his own darned boss Principal McVicker as the bald, overweight principal sprinted wildly down the hall, (as quickly as one with his body type can, of course), before the formerly much more distant cries of what were unmistakably the two iconic giggling sounds of Beavis and Butt-Head themselves, became much more distinct to Van Driessen’s being. 

     “OOOOOOH-BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! IF I EVER CATCH YOU TWO MESSIN’ UP MY OFFICE AGAIN, Y-YOU’RE BOTH EXPELLED!”

     “Really?” a considerably winded, yet still rather curious Butt-Head perked up. “Is that a promise?”

     “I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT YOU SICK LITTLE RATS! OOOOOOOH!”

     Van Driessen had all but finished recovering from the initial shock at this point, and at the current moment, was merely standing still at his door, staying perfectly quiet and motionless, doing his very best to pick up as much information about the current situation as he possibly could.

     Internally, he was actually rather fervently debating whether or not he wanted to get involved. On one hand, Beavis and Butt-Head could be in legitimate danger if they had finally managed to make poor ol’ McVicker snap. On the other hand, McVicker was his boss, so helping the two students he hated the most, especially while he was in an extremely emotionally high state such as this, may just lead McVicker to fire the teacher outright. And just what in God’s name would happen to his income flow then?

     Unfortunately for Van Driessen, however, both Beavis and Butt-Head would indeed end up making that decision for him, as, though he obviously wasn't able to tell, the two troublesome teens had shrunk down to their borrower forms at this point, that which were just small enough to squeeze underneath the crack between Van Driessen’t door and the floor, thus allowing them to sneak in unnoticed by the rather non-presumptive hippie teacher.

     “Whew! Man! Goddam that was close!” Beavis somehow managed to wheeze out through his strained, heavy breathing when at last the two borrowers were at last able to sense that, for now, they were safe.

     “Huhuhuhuh. Yeah, Van Driessen’s cool. He won’t hurt us.”

     “Yeah, yeah, any more than that damned principal already has! Hehehehe!”

     David Van Driessen’s brain was but mere seconds away from being able to put two and two together, but before he could manage to do so on his own, the conclusion was practically slammed directly into his skull by the enraged, overweight principal, as he began erratically pounding on the door.

     “OOOOOOOOH I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU TWO MANAGED TO LOCK THE DOOR, BUT THE SECOND I GET IN THERE, YOU’RE EXPELLED!”

     All this sudden force and energy being pummeled directly into his being at once forced Van Driessen’s body to topple over, the once more stunned and shocked hippie teacher just barely managing to stop himself from hitting the back of his head on the hard tile floor by catching himself with his arms at almost the last second.

     “Hehehe. I thought you were going to do that after we messed up your office again.” Beavis responded to McVicker’s prior comment with but a slight hint of genuine confusion in his voice.

     Now that his eyes were almost level with the ground, and due to the fact that said organs were now able to look behind him, David Van Driessen now had a rather nice view of the two troublesome borrowers, (minus the fact that his vision was upside down), and the results were…welllllllllllll…despite the fact the two of them were rather wide and awake at the current moment, whatever they had been doing back in McVicker’s office, (unless it had something to do with ketchup), whatever they had been doing back there, had rendered both of them absolutely, positively, one hundred percent, precisely zero doubt about it, bloody messes. Literally.

     “OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO YOU GUYS!” Van Driessen couldn’t help but almost instinctively cry out the second he realized just what Beavis and Butt-Head’s curent states would mean for them if they weren’t able to receive medical attention soon.

     Unfortunately for the both of them, aside from continuing on with their ever-present, iconic laughter, neither borrower was able to say anything in response, as now that McVicker knew Van Driessen was in the room, there was absolutely no way he was going to let the hippie off the hook without some form of pushback.

     “DAVID VAN DRIESSEN! OPEN THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW! O-OR ELSE YOU’RE FIRED!”

     Suddenly having been zapped right back to his prior internal debacle on what the right thing to do was exactly, in this situation, David Van Driessen, eventually just allowing for his instincts to make the final call, almost instantly scooped up the two still-bleeding and still-laughing borrowers, in one of his hands, opened up a desk drawer that he knew didn’t have any papers in it with another one, shoved the two ever-giggling troublemakers inside, and frantically rushed to the door, doing his very best to wipe off any blood he may have caught from the two bleeding borrowers whilst doing so.

     “Umm…umm yes, hello Principal McVicker! Can I help you with something?” Van Driessen did his very best to strew together some sort of a casual greeting as the reddened, panting principal stood shaking and sweating in his doorway.

     “OOOOOOH YES YOU CAN HELP ME ALL RIGHT! I KNOW BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD CAME INTO THIS ROOM AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT THEY DID, SO JUST SPILL IT ALREADY! OR ELSE YOU’RE FIRED! WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM?” Principal Mc Vicker rabidly fumed out in response. 

     “*Sigh* Principal McVicker, whatever happened to the two of them in that room, they are in a dire medical emergency right now. Shouldn’t we try to focus on delivering just punishments after we-”

     “NO! NO! THEY NEED TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR ACTIONS NOW! RIGHT NOW! N-NOW I TELL YOU!”

     David Van Driessen, upon realizing just how over the edge Principal McVicker was at the moment, had no choice but to resort to bringing out the big guns on the borderline deranged man.

      “Look…you do realize that behavior like that might just get you fired by the superintendent, right?” he did his very, very best to firmly remind the raving principal in the most calm, collected tone he could manage.

     “WH-WH-WHAT? HOW DARE YOU TURN THAT TRICK BACK AROUND ON ME!”

     “And not only that, but possible legal action, too.”

     “N-N NO THAT CAN’T BE CORRECT!”

     “Principal McVicker, it is both my job as a teacher and your job as a principal to put our students’ safety first, and breaking that oath can indeed lead to legal punishment if reported.”

     “OOOOOOOH OOOOOOH-FINE! I’LL LET YOU KEEP THE LITTLE BASTARDS, AS LONG AS YOU PROMISE NOT TO REPORT ME FOR THIS!”

     “Oh, no, of course, Principal McVicker! I wouldn’t dream of throwing you under the bus like that! But then again, if this becomes more than just a one-time incident, then the circumstances will indeed have my hand, and at that point, I’ll have no choice but to report. Okay?”

     Continuing on with his iconic anxious murmuring as he turned away from Van Driessen back towards his office (presumably so he may start cleaning the darn thing up), David Van Driessen let out a small sigh whilst slowly closing his door. Before almost immediately sprinting back over to Beavis and Butt-Head in his drawer, reaching out for the handle, and beginning to open it as such.

     “Alright guys, he’s gone! Now if I can just-” Van Driessen’s sentence was almost instantly cut off as a sudden, compounding, positively magnified sense of horror froze his very being in its tracks, forcing him to cease his breathing for a good few seconds, as the poor hippie teacher could do nothing, absolutely nothing, but stand there in heart-spearing agony, and stare. 

     “GUYS?”

     Now that the initial phase of shock had managed to flow its course through his veins, David Van Driessen was only able to do absolutely nothing, zip, nada, to stop the oncoming stage of panic from commencing, leading him to begin heating up and turning red at an exceedingly rapid pace as he scooped up the two unconscious bodies lying motionless within his drawer, hyperventilating rapidly and profusely starting to sweat.

     “OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD THIS IS REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD!”

     Van Driessen was in absolutely no state to logically consider that he should probably check their pulses at the current moment, as all that was bounding around within the hippie teacher’s overdriven,  positively staggering brain, was the two little borrowers’ current lack of time.

     “THERE’S NO TIME TO CALL AN AMBULANCE, THERE-THERE’S NO WAY THEY’LL MAKE IT TO THE HOSPITAL IN TIME!”

     Setting down both unconscious borrowers’ bodies on top of his desk before he practically swung his upper half downwards in order to bend over and retrieve something from a lower drawer, David Van Driessen wasted absolutely zero time at all and almost immediately popped the lid off the strange little container, before chugging down all  the clear, liquid contents in one swit gulp, tossing the empty canister aside, and scooping both Beavis and Butt-Head back into his hands, for he knew what he needed to do, he knew it was the only way they would survive, and despite the sudden, panic-inducing, logic-eroding gravity of the situation, he just knew, he just knew on a deep-held, visceral level, that if he was not able to do this, he would have failed his own oath as a teacher, and to this, Van Driessen forced down any rising hesitations he might have about going through with the process, before letting out one gigantic shaky deep breath, and finally opening up his maw.

     At first, Van Driessen attempted to place both borrowers into his maw at the same time. Upon realizing, however, that there just wasn’t enough room in there for the both of them, and that trying to swallow one while the other was in his maw would leave the unswallowed one at risk of falling out, the much larger man was given no choice but to simply bring them down one at a time. As such, he took the one that was closest to the edge of his maw out and placed him back on the table. That one just happened to be Butt-Head.

     Thus, doing his very best to stifle his jittering nerves, Van Driessen focused in on Beavis. The shuttering hippie teacher wasn’t sure if the concoction he drank affected both his saliva and his stomach juices, but just to be safe, he took a few seconds to stroke his tongue across the still-bloody borrower, and also get him slimy enough so that it would be easier to swallow him.

     Being forced to just simply accept the metalic, wretched taste that blood possessed, Van Driessen slathered his saliva all over Beavis’ body, but in particular, his chest and face, as those were the areas that had received the most damage.

     Finally, allowing the unconscious borrower to slide down the slick, smooth surface of his now slightly raised tongue, Van Driessen’s still rather shaky breath brushed front after front of warm air onto Beavis’ being as he  once again suppressed his body’s natural urge to gag as the top of the teen’s hair brushed up against his uvula, causing a tickle sensation as a result.

     Fighting through his bodily instincts which told him that what he was doing was downright insane, Van Driessen practically demanded his brain to only work with its logical side of itself, and as such, the poor hippie teacher barely managed to swallow, though he did have to swallow again due to part of the borrower’s tail still being stuck at the very top of his throat.

     Now able to feel the bulge traveling down his throat, Van Driessen didn’t waste any more precious seconds before reaching over to grab Butt-Head and stuffing him inside his maw as well. It was at this point that Van Driessen’s taste buds had started to get mostly desensitized to the iron tang of blood. Not as if the alternative taste was any better, though. 

     Neither Beavis nor Butt-Head were known for having anywhere near good hygiene, and the borrower’s taste showed it. The both of them refused to use deodorant, nor did they shower regularly, plus, all these little “adventures” that got the boys in situations like these in the first place often left them smothered in dirt and filth. For Van Driessen, Butt-Head’s form tasted like if you went for a five mile marathon on a particularly sweltering summer day, and then at the very end of the run, you licked your armpit clean. In all honesty, Van Driessen probably preferred the blood.

     Nonetheless, regardless of how poor their personal hygiene was, Van Driessen knew that both Beavis and Butt-Head needed to be healed, and as such, after he was finished shuddering at the thoughts of what microbial horrors he was allowing to come in contact with his tongue, Van Driessen tilted back his head, stretched his jaws as wide as he could in order to further open his throat, and gulped down the little borrower mostly all in one go, just as he had done his friend. Van Driessen wasn’t exactly sure if Butt-Head’s borrower tail was still in his gullet like was the case with Beavis, but just to be safe, he swallowed one more time in order to help his body get the blood-caked teen down.

     Speaking of Beavis, though, just a few seconds after Butt-Head had been swallowed, Van Driessen was able to feel something rather large and heavy splashing down into his guts, causing them to give an audible gurgle as the area got more sloshy and active. Van Driessen obviously couldn’t see what was going on inside his stomach, but what he did know, was that, in complete opposition to how it normally tended to operate, the once-acidic juices inside of his tummy were now not only balanced out in ph levels by the concoction he had drunk, but were also given borderline magical healing effects on anyone who came in contact with them. And although Beavis and Butt-Head weren’t really able to tell what was happening to them either, Van Driessen could only hope and pray that soon enough, they would.

     In the meantime, though, the liquids would proceed to do their job. As the lower esophageal sphincter gently squeezed Butt-Head into the warm, goopy confines of his teacher’s stomach chamber, the great shifting walls began to churn faster and tighten in further, in order to ensure the two unconscious occupants would have maximal contact with the sloshing and swirling juices within.

     As both Beavis and Butt-Head continued to lay silently inside Van Driessen’s stomach, the many deep wounds, some of which had already began to scab over and some of which were still bleeding a little, began to have their natural healing processes which their bodies had already begun sped up rapidly, as healing juices flowed up to the damaged skin layers and seeped into the crevices within. New, healthy skin and muscle layers proceeded to be rebuilt rapidly as both of the troublemaking borrowers continued to lay still.

     The liquids began to erode off the dried, encrusted blood that had already built up around some of the wounds, while the constant shifting and churning of the great gurgling organ ensured that, periodically, some of the liquids would be splashed onto their faces, not in a great enough quantity to be dangerous to them, but just enough so that the liquids could soak into and start healing their facial wounds as well, though at a much slower pace than they would be able to if their heads were fully soaked in water. Of course, neither Beavis nor Butt-Head could breathe underwater anyway, so it was a necessary trade off, but one that wouldn’t hinder the healing process too much.

     Van Driessen on the outside had just about managed to get his body to stop shaking and freaking out, now that he knew that both of his students were safe and in the process of healing. He was obviously still rather anxious over the fact he still didn’t know whether or not they were alive, but freaking out over the lack of certainty wasn’t going to do anyone in this situation any good whatsoever, so the positively exhausted hippie teacher just did his best to ignore it.

     Slowly sitting back down upon his teacher desk chair, Van Driessen let out one of the greatest, most prolonged sighs he had ever let out in the entire course of his life. He had done all he could in order to ensure Beavis and Butt-Head would survive, but until his body’s waking hormone’s caused his eyes to open once more, all he could do was hope. And hope the poor hippie teacher did as his positively overwhelmed being drifted further and further into its own state of fatigue, before at last, Van Driessen’s muscles naturally loosened up, and he finally drifted asleep.

****

     The very first thing that Beavis was able to sense, before he had even fully gained back his consciousness mind you, was a rather loud rumble echoing around the walls of his current confines, something that, though he wasn’t able to consciously process it, sounded a little too similar to a fart noise for the shrunken teen’s subconscious brain to pass up activating  a bout of laughter.

     “Heh. Hehehehe. Hehehehehehehehehe!” Beavis subconsciously chortled as his left arm began twitching a little.

     It was at this point that, due to the twitching, Beavis was able to actually start processing his surroundings on a more intuitive level. At first, nothing seemed too odd. His hand seemed to be wet, but that wasn’t really any cause for alarm. It was laying against something shifting but slightly, something that was rather smooth and sleek, but again, that wasn’t really anything that Beavis’ fight or flight instincts had reason to be worried about. As such, as Beavis’ body continued to ease out of its formerly deep state of sleep, the blonde haired teen would eventually regain enough control over his conscious being to let out a rather satisfied: “Ahhhhhhhh….” while stretching himself out slightly and keeping his eyes closed.

     Now that he was slightly more consciously perceptive, Beavis was able to tell that just about his entire body up to his shoulders was submerged in some sort of liquid. He was also able to tell that his head was leaning slightly into a cushiony, flexible wall that churned around him just slightly, though, again, none of these factors gave Beavis any reason for alarm. In fact, if anything, they made him rather comfortable. The only thing that did seem a little odd was the constant gurgling ambiance and baseline thumping that reverberated within the chamber he was currently in. Beavis had no intuitions about where he could have been, (though to be fair, the habitually idiotic teen barely had any intuitions about anything), and as such, once his body told him he was ready, Beavis let out a great morning yawn and began to open his eyes.

     The first thing he noticed was Butt-Head. Beavis was just about to call out to his beloved lifetime best friend in reunification, before he realized (as was actually kind of rare for him, all things considered), that his borrower accomplice was still in a state of deep sleep. His chest was rising and falling, and Beavis could sort of hear him breathing, but he knew just how much Butt-Head hated being woken up when he was still sleeping, so he decided to hold off on that for now.

     Next, Beavis decided to try and figure out where he and his still slumbering friend were. He was swiftly able to corroborate his prior tactile experiences with all the new visual information he was getting, namely, that of the pool of liquids gently splashing onto his being, and the gently churning walls causing said splashing in the first place, that which were at last able to be seen by Beavis as being pink in color.

     Now equipped with all this information, Beavis proceeded to re-adjust his position so he was sitting upright and leaning back against the walls, before at least attempting to conjure up what little brain power was left within his two remaining brain cells slowly and painfully rotting away inside his skull.

     “Hmm. Okay now let’s see. This place is warm, it's wet, it's stretchy and it's pink…hehehe kinda like a bunghole! Or…or…or like the other hole, ya know. Hehehe.”

     As funny as it was to Beavis that the area resembled those things, he did indeed know very well that he wasn’t inside either of them, and as such, continued to do the best he could with the limited brain power he had to continue to think.

     “Alright, so we were running away from McVicker, we squeezed…hehehe…we squeezed…under Van Driessen’s door, and then-”

     It was right then and there, upon the mention of Van Driesen, that something, somewhere deep within the tiny teen’s cavernous, rattling skull, that something clicked, and Beavis’ once relaxed, slightly amused expression instantly devolved into one of absolutely nothing, but pure, undistilled, horror.

     “BUTT-HEAD! BUTT-HEAD! WAKE UP! BUTT-HEAD YOU GOTTA-”

     “Ugh……dammit, Beavis, I was about to score!”

     “B-BUT NO, BUTT-HEAD! NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND-”

     “Where are we right now?”

     “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU, DILL-HOLE-OW!”

     “Shut up, Beavis! How can I possibly figure out where the hell we are with your butt-munch ass in the way?”

     It was right then and there that any logical rationale that had previously existed within Beavis’ brain immediately dissolved, as he let out a casual: “Oh, yeah that’s right.” before getting out of Butt-Head’s space and merely allowing him to try and figure out where the two of them were on his own.

     For a time period comprising of about thirty seconds, Butt-Head’s eyes moved left, right, up, and down, with a few semi-continuous grunts of: “Uhhhhh….”, as all three of his own remaining brain cells desperately attempted to coordinate each other in order to solve the mystery. That was, of course, until Butt-Head’s eyes suddenly widened as his mouth gaped open in an equal parts combination of realization, and shock.

     “Beavis…” he eventually managed to state to his slightly less intelligent friend. “I think Van Driessen ate us.”

     Now that he had been given a reason to start freaking out again, Beavis’ body proceeded to do just that as he positively spasmed with terror.

     “OH……WE-WE’RE GONNA DIE, BUTT-HEAD! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE’RE GONNA-WE’RE GONNA GET DIGESTED AND TURNED INTO POOP- I mean, well I mean if that is how I’m gonna go, I mean…hehehehehehehe…….BUT STILL!”

     “CALM DOWN, BEAVIS!” Butt-Head desperatly attempted to get his friend to compose himself while getting up off the wettened, squishy floor. Surprisingly enough, this did seem to work as intended, if but for a few seconds.

     “Beavis, we won’t be killed and turned into pieces of shit, if we kill the piece of shit who ate us first.”

     Beavis’ eyes widened quite considerably upon having been relayed this information. 

     “W-well then that means we gotta-” he began to anxiously stutter out.

     “That’s right, Beavis. Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh….it’s time to start kicking.”

****

     At first, to David Van Driessen, the sensation was little more than a light tingling sensation inside of his guts. At this stage in his nap, he was beginning to wake up and slowly ease out of his doze, but he was not yet conscious enough to be able to make any logical sense on what the cause of that sensation may be, and as such, he just simply brushed it off.

     As the time continued to pass by, however, Van Driessen’s continually waking brain was better able to pick up on the sensations, and as such, they began to get a little more frequent to him. Still, he continued to lay still, as he was still not conscious enough to be able to wonder if this sensation was a direct result of his two little guests, or if it was something else entirely. Eventually, however, it would get to the point he wouldn’t be able to ignore what was happening any longer, and as such, began to groggily open up his eyes.

     The second he was able to stare back down at his midsection, yet another one of the sensations were unleashed, causing the still considerably sleepy hippie to let out a genuinely confused jolt of: “Huh?”

     Unfortunately for Van Driessen, however, this state of mild pressure pushing against his stomach walls and slight internal confusion would all indeed slam to a halt, just one singular second late, as the poor, larger hippie himself was also slammed to a halt. Down at the floor.

     Van Driessen wasn’t even able to let out an: “OW!”, he was in that much shock. Now that he had been toppled out of his chair, however, he was considerably more alert, and as such, was now able to faintly pick up on some sort of conversation happening within him, his brain having gained back the ability to decipher at last some of the distant murmurs emulating from his middle. And the very first exchange of those murmurs he was able to comprehend, was just simply: “I think it's working!” to which the response of “Then do it harder! Harder! Uhuhuhuhuhuh. Harder.” was given.

     All of a sudden, everything that had previously been bouncing around as mild confusion and vague understanding had come back to Van Driessen in one, singular overwhelming bout, resulting in his now positively racing brain desperately scrambling to conjure up some sort of sentence to be able to explain himself to the two little borrowers within.

     “I think I hear him breathing, we might have woken him up.”

     “WELL THEN TELL HIM TO GO EAT SHIT, WOULD YA?”

     “Tell him yourself, you ass-goblin.”

     “Oh…yeah that’s right. EAT SHIT, ASSHOLE! FALL OFF YOUR CHAIR! Oh wait he already did. Hehe.”

     “B-Boys!” Van Driessen at last managed to somehow cry out amidst all the chaos.

     “Hey, look! He responded! Ya think we can like, uh, I dunno, kick him all the way to the bathroom then?”

     “BOYS!” Van Driessen almost immediately yowled out in absolutely nothing but in the moment pure desperation, upon having heard what the two troublesome teens were planning to do with him next.

     “Uhuhuhuhuhuh…alright fine, you ass-wipe. But you like, better explain yourself n’ stuff. Uhuhuhuhuh.” Butt-Head from within at last decided to conceed.

     “Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys…” Van Driessen rapidly stammered out while picking himself up off the floor as an attempt to reset his brain so he may at last be able to speak. “If I was going to digest you, you would already have been killed by now.”

     There was a bit of an awkward silence between the two groups as the one on the inside desperately attempted to comprehend what their wincing hippie teacher had just said to them. It wouldn’t take too long, however (well, specifically relative to these two, of course) to be able to figure it out.

     “Uh…oh yeah.” the one which Van Driessen’s brain was now able to properly process as Butt-Head eventually responded. “Whoops.”

     “...no I was never…I was never going to digest you…in fact it's quite the opposite! I mean, you two do remember just how wounded you both were when you first came into my classroom, right?”

     “Uhuhuhuhuh…you said came.”

     Van Driessen could do absolutely nothing else in the moment but sigh and roll his eyes as he shakily sat himself back on his chair. “Right?”

     “Uhhh….oh yeah!” Beavis suddenly piped up. “Yeah, that’s right, we were pretty injured! Heh! Yeah!”

     “Well…you see…” Van Driessen nervously attempted to continue on. “I had a special herbal concoction that would allow the juices in my stomach to heal you two, and…so that’s why I ate you.”

     Both Beavis and Butt-Head on the inside simply took a few seconds to look over their bodies, in order to confirm that they had, indeed, been healed of all their wounds while inside of Van Driessen’s stomach, a realization which only could have possibly been verbally expressed by Beavis with the singular phrase: “Damm. I’ll be damned.”

     Van Driessen let out yet another prolonged sigh before speaking up once more. “So you see boys, I was only trying to help you.”

     “Well uh…yeah we know that now.” Butt-Head replied, in the somewhat absent-minded tone that was the usual for him.

     “Well, well Butt-Head, since we’re not going to get turned into poop after all, we can just relax in here for a while! I mean think about it! We don’t have to go to the rest of our classes for the day!” Beavis suddenly chimed in, positively brimming with a sudden, well, positive response of the reality they were now in.

     Taking a few seconds to process what Beavis had just told him, a time period which was held over with a rather breathy “Uhhhhhh…”, Butt-Head eventually managed to formulate a decision, and said decision was, “Yeah. Sure.”

     Van Driessen, now letting it settle within him that all three of them were now safe, was starting to become relaxed once more.

     “So…I’ll just keep you guys in there for a while then?” he calmly attempted to clarify.

     “Hehehe…yeah, yeah yeah! I mean, it is all nice and warm in here after all!” Beavis responded in his iconic, upbeat tone of voice a few seconds later.

     Nodding his head from his position on the outside, Van Driessen proceeded to allow his body to loosen and as a result release all the tension that had previously been pent up in his muscles as both borrowers on the inside began to settle down against the squishy, churning walls, to enjoy their extended stay.

     Van Driessen, despite having just been positively punted to the floor by the two teens within him not too long ago, just couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic towards the troublemaking little pair as he gently placed a hand over his gut.

     “Alright, get comfortable then, boys.”

     As both Beavis and Butt-Head, now having calmed down themselves, began letting their iconic bouts of laughter flow from their voice boxes as they always tended to do, Butt-Head specifically paused for but one second if only to respond to his much larger hippie teacher on the outside one more time.

     “Uh…yeah we will. Uhuhuhuhuhuh.” he eventually ended up saying.

     Allowing a slight smile to form itself upon his face, David Van Driessen gave but a single nod of acknowledgement, though he knew that Butt-Head couldn’t see it, before letting out one last sentence of his own to the borrower, who had just simply gone back to laughing along with his friend at this point, just as he always did. And that sentence, quite simply, was: “Great to hear it, Butt-Head. Great to hear.”

#soft vore #safe vore #wholesome vore #extreme cuddling #endosoma #healing vore #willing pred #willing vore #unwilling to willing #multiple prey #male pred #male prey #male predador #male vore #m/m vore #well kinda since there's multiple prey #but eh I don't care #human pred #human prey #gt vore #g/t vore #vore story #vore stories #vore writing #v.ore #v/ore #v0r3 #vor3

[nompunhere]

contains: safe soft vore, g/t, willing prey, and kinda sorta unwilling pred. for a little bit

It's a rainy day today

When I woke up, the pattering on the roof and the sight of you so cozy and curled up beneath my fingers nearly lulled me back to sleep. I had to go to work today though, so I forlornly shake off my drowsiness, and switch my hand out for your own little blanket. You still shiver in your sleep despite my efforts, and I tiptoe off to the kitchen with a smidge of guilt lingering in my head

The sky is dark and rolling, pouring out sheets of rain. I get some quiet music going as I start pulling together the things I'll need for the day, but a buzz from my phone on the counter interrupts. 'Severe Storm Warning', it declares in big text. I sigh, the commute was just gonna be that much harder then, huh.

As I start taking my meds, I hear a little yawn. I glance over and see that you've made your way out of bed. Your blanket hangs around your shoulders like a cape, and when you finally pry your sleepy eyes open enough to look at me, you quicken your steps. I reach down to put you on the table, but you refuse to slide off of my palm. "I do have to go to work you know" I chuckle, keeping my voice low for the early hour. "Don' care," you mutter back, "'S cold."

I sigh, amused, and continue one-handed with my morning routine. You remain in your half asleep daze, idly watching as I flutter around. I fix up some instant coffee, and you wrinkle your nose when I ask if you'd like a mug. "It's warm~" I tempt, swishing mine around with my spoon. Your eyes are hooded as they swing over to look at me, then further down. "I know something warmer~" you reply, imitating my sing-song voice.

I huff, "You know I-" "I know, I know, need to pay the bills, I get it." You sigh, curling further into your blanket. My heart twists a little. "But," your voice is muffled through the fabric, "It says it going to thunder today..." Even through the tired glaze on your voice, I can still hear an edge of fear. We both know you're deathly afraid of lightning, it's the reason for the first time you spent the night after all. It makes me feel awful that I'll have to leave you to go work, but...

Almost like magic, my phone buzzes on the counter once more, this time it's a message in my company chat. 'Everyone is excused from work today due to flooding, see you tomorrow!' My jaw drops, and I don't miss the way you immediately lean towards me, before I fully turn to you and exclaim "I'm off work!" You light up like a Christmas tree, "Really!?" Your once grumbly voice now brightens with relief, and I nod excitedly. "It's the rain! The buildings can't function with flooding." I grin. You beat you hands on the side of my finger, "I don't care how it happened!" You seem about three seconds away from leaping at me, "Let me in!!"

I just laugh again, and bring you closer to my face. You vibrate in place as I part my jaws, already salivating with my anticipation. You damn near almost fall off my hand you're so close to the edge as I ease my hand even closer. Once in range, you shed your blanket to climb over my teeth as fast as you can, and flop onto my tongue. I carefully close my mouth and begin poking you around, soaking you with saliva. No matter how many times we do this, it never fails to make my heart race when you accidentally get a little too close to my teeth.

After I'm fairly certain I've throughly soaked you, I tilt my head and let you slid a bit further back. You wiggle a little in excitement, but it doesn't slow me down as I finally gulp you down with a satisfied hum. I internally track your progress down my throat, feeling as you pass my collarbone with a bit of a squeeze, and then the little drop as you reach my stomach.

I sigh as you settle in, and rub at your form under my skin. You immediately rub back, and it takes everything in my power not to melt in my chair. "Back to bed?" You speak up. I smile and make my way back into the room, "Back to bed." I confirm, just before my back hits the mattress.

It's a rainy day today

oh, this is... this is really nice. thank you, anon, for this lovely post! genuinely a very pleasant read. love soft little momence like these

#ask #not my writing #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #so very cute #fluffy vore #yeah I'm sure that tag fits #gog I don't remember how I used to tag things. I think this should be enough though

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

If you want a prompt, how about something like safe unaware/accidental noms? Where both pred and prey were unwilling but maybe the pred doesn't even notice? (Or the pred does know but does it on accident while prey is panicking and misunderstanding, but personally that's my second) I just reallllllly like this trope and reallllly wanna read more of it...please?

Wooooo here I gooo!!! :D

Two friends, a giant mer and a human sized naga, there's nothing wrong right? Until your small friend turn out to be too curious... :]

@da3dm :]

TW: Safe/soft/unaware vore, unwilling pred, unwilling prey, digestion mention (kinda; doesn't happen tho)

A sunny day, there was a light breeze in the air and the sound of the waves breaking on the shore, made it a perfect day to rest lying on the sand, under the rays of the sun.

The giant mer was lying on his back on the beach, the vast majority of his tail out of the water, only occasionally getting wet when 'little' waves crashed against it.

His calm and slow breathing showed that the mer was asleep, his mouth slightly open, one of his arms resting on the sand while the other was resting comfortably on his abdomen.

His naga friend was coiled on his own coils watching the green mer rest. His golden tail uncurled a bit as he stretched out. The naga gazed at his friend as he rested, his pale blue eyes widening as he had an idea.

He slid slowly toward the mer's sleeping body, climbing up the arm that lay on the sand to easily climb up to the mer's chest.

Once he was there, he looked up, beginning to climb over Dream's face. He curiously looked at the slightly open mouth of the mer, which was a dark shade of green while his tongue was a light green. He had never noticed it until now.

However, his curiosity didn't last long though as Dream yawned in his sleep, causing Punz to fall straight into his mouth and because of being lying on his back caused him to quickly head for his throat. “D-Dream!!!” It only took a fragment of a second for his head to be swallowed and get into the throat.

The mer choked for a moment before continuing to swallow the naga unconsciously. His hair was plastered against his eyes from the saliva in his throat, and he couldn't push it away as his arms were pressed against his sides.

Punz writhed as he continued down, feeling the end of his tail finally enter the mer's throat.

It wasn't long before the top half of him was ushered into a more open space, the rest of his body following within a few seconds.

He moved toward the walls of his stomach, desperately trying to get his friend's attention. “Dream!!?? Can you hear me!? Get me out of here please!" he yelled at him as he pushed and hit the soft walls.

The sudden movement in his stomach woke Dream up, who yawned in confusion hearing his friend, but unable to see where he was. “Punz..?” He looked around, still unable to see the golden naga.

The movements in his stomach increased and Dream placed a hand on it, feeling the small movements. "Dream! I'm in your stomach! You swallowed me while you were sleeping! Get me out of here please!!!” Hearing this, Dream's eyes widened, beginning to panic as well.

How was it possible that he had eaten his own friend?

He desperately tried to throw him up, he tried many ways but couldn't push Punz up which made him more nervous and made him panic even more.

It always worked for him with some kind of food he didn't like, why did it not work this time? The mer let out an anguished sob as he covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to kill Punz...

A few minutes passed before he felt the naga press against the front of his stomach. "Uh...Dream?" "Yeah!? Are you alright?!" he asked with urgency painted in his voice. "Uh...Yeah...For some reason I'm fine...Dream?"

The mer calmed down for a moment before speaking to his friend. "Tell me..." "You won't have a brood pouch for some reason, right?" he asked curiously. "Uh.. I don't know.. I never thought about that…"

Punz released a relieved sigh, apparently he already knew where he was. His friend hadn't been raised by other mers so he obviously didn't know he had a brood pouch and the reason Punz wasn't turning to mush was because he was surely inside of it.

"Then there's nothing to worry about... Apparently you've always had a brood pouch and having unconsciously swallowed me, your body has noticed that you didn't want to swallow me voluntarily, also not knowing what you were swallowing and put me here. So, for At least we know that I'm going to be fine, and now I'll have to wait for you to know how to get me out of here…" the naga explained calmly.

The mer hummed understanding what his friend was telling him. "But how did I swallow you? I thought you were resting on the sand..." The naga blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"Your mouth just made me curious and when you yawned I fell into it…" Dream let out a small sigh. "Be more careful next time... What a scare we've had…"

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #mcyt vore #dsmp vore #safe vore #soft vore #unwilling vore #unwilling prey #unwilling pred #giant!dream #tiny!punz #mer!dream #naga!punz #kayla answers #ask #anon

[mystique-mansion]

hi! im manny, im a 23 year old trans guy with some kinks lol. im a newbie pred who's kinda shy about vore; of course, i can still be mean and possessive ;) feel free to chat with me thru messages or my askbox!

dm's are always open to chat or rp, and please, feel free to send story ideas in my askbox! i love writing :3

WARNING!!!

this blog is NSFW and not for anyone under 18!

you will see fictional posts about

domestic violence + abuse

non-con/dub-con

drugs and alcohol intoxication

cgl/ageplay

master+pet

vore

gore+amputation+torture

i am a csa survivor who uses littlespace as a coping mechanism. im also a double amputee. i only am interested in the above things in a purely fictional context and with my own boundaries.

heres what im into

vore (unbirth, oral, cock, anal) PRED, either willing or unwilling depending on the scenario (love when my dom partners force me to vore someone~) (also prey in unbirth scenarios)

same size

macro/micro (as long as you stretch me out still)

mpreg (i'd loved to be filled up with a litter or two or three~)

oviposition

birth denial~

cgl (ageplay stuff, would LOVE to find a partner who's into this on top of the other things)

belly inflation (i gotta be on the receiving end; getting my guts or womb packed with your seed is a fav of mine)

safe vore (for unbirth and cock vore, mostly)

digestion (oral and anal, love being descriptive about how sloshy and soft you are)

belly aches snd rubs~

drugs and alcohol

vomit

absolute no's

scat and disposal

watersports (tho i do have a fetish abt wetting my pants in public and being teased about it, thats as far as ill go)

being prey (not at the moment, tho i do have a fantasy of being unbirthed by another, much older and experienced trans guy)

#soft vore #unbirth vore #v0re #v0re blog #pred #looking for prey #v0re roleplay #intro

[asinfullangel]

11 regret

“How was I supposed to know they were the vip.”

Working as a person’s personal assistance can be tiring on most days. Running around, doing the side tasks and in most cases speaking for your employer on their behalf because they are too lazy to do it themself. The pay is good and getting to be in the big city is a nice addon, but there are some things that I can’t stand doing. I don’t really need to mention this though it will make things easier to understand. I am a pred and being around such uptight people with so much cash just makes me want to eat their ass then keep the cash.

There was one time that I put up a week working for a shortie with a thick wallet, almost as thick as my thigh, and I was so ready to quit. Self centered, picky while unwilling to pay for stuff he already tried out and had the nerve to call me his “muscle pump brute” whenever he wanted to intimidate someone. When I finally decided to quit working with him he was so bold to ask me to hand back my paycheck. His ass was mine and it tasted as good as the rest of his wimpy body. What I came to regret kinda was when my agency asked me what happened to my previous employer. I know the police would be looking into his disappearance and with me being the last person that talked to him alone I was always the first suspect to get questioned heavily. I think that lasted a few weeks before those copiers left me alone after running out of leads (god, I was almost starving myself just waiting for them out).

The next guy I was assigned to work for was a bit nicer while having some annoying quirks that eventually got to me. Was thinking about what his needs most of the time when he thought he was “helping” others, didn’t think he needed a second more once he was done at an event and was kind of a shut in so… I got pretty tired from doing so much fetching since “I’m paying for your services so could you pretty please go buy me-” junk that was all over the city and he sure wasn’t dealing with all of the traffic. He tasted fatty for being a skinny pig, but taking a few hundred bucks from his private safe was a nice tip for my services. I think the same agent was looking into me when I once again turned out to be the last person that last saw him, watching me like a hawk. 2 delivery boys went down into the tank during that month and I’m sure either one of the two were secretly an agent (felt like I had a badge trying to pass through my gut).

I know these rich guys, agents and anyone else that I had as a meal will respawn back sooner or later, but I think my most recent rich prick I’m thinking of going after his tasty ass for seconds.

I mean I sure wouldn’t want to go revisit a previously eaten prey even if they may fear a foggy memory of my stomach, haha. Though these men left me wanting another taste eventually and I shouldn’t deny myself another taste when I crave more. He was half and half in my opinion, can give and don’t mine receiving a few complaints. He was entertaining enough of an employer and knew when to give me a break from doing daily trash… I kinda regret not grabbing a bit to eat before showing up to work that day. I’ll keep it brief just because I’m not really the kind to be sappy. A few buds of mine went out drinking the night before, I got pretty hammered and may have forgotten to grab a prey on the way home. I’m used to sleeping on a fun stomach and passively burning away what’s left as my breakfast till lunch. I had my boss for breakfast… Don’t blame me for eating him! I blame him for asking me to watch over him as he goes for a swim. Alone with him in his private sweep just tempted my hunger before I saw him wearing a speedo. A secretly fit hunk under all those suits he had me pick up personality, how did I not know this before (though it was best that I didn’t otherwise I wouldn’t have so many tips from him personally). He enjoyed a swim in his pool before I sent him into my stomach to swim in stomach acid.

There, you have the one person that I actually regretted eating. I could have gone back to working for him and made up some sort of story about what happened that day, but things wouldn’t have felt the same knowing what he looked like underneath his clothing along with his taste. So I made up a little lie once he respawned, traded my position with another work buddy of mine and now continuing on with my job… I come after him a few times a month and eat him again after my bud lends me his roomkey. Go ahead and question why go through the trouble of going after an old prey, I can sure as hell come after ya and let my stomach continue doing the talking if you keep this up.

#male vore #male vore prompts #vore prompts #voretober #by me

[koko-puffs-love]

OC INFO!

This here is… Koko, I guess? kinda a sona, so they can use the same pseudonym as me. Koko is a weird shadow creature that has both a human form and their creature form, and they’re able to extend their neck as long as they want. They also have an inbetween form, where they keep their human body but have their animal head and long neck.

Koko is USUALLY prey, they like the nice comfortable feeling of being safe inside someone. But sometimes, someone just smells REALLY good, and they just wanna nibble, and then… They don’t snap out of it and realize what they’ve done until the object of their hunger has already been swallowed down. Their fault, but it’s comfortable in there, so why not stay? Plus, they’re probably already falling into a food coma. Better just relax for a while.

They’re pretty pathetic, flirtatious, lovey-dovey and whimsical. Just a joyous, mentally deranged creature living their best life! They think eating someone or getting eaten is the purest form of love, little freak.

Aaand this is… Koko’s boyfriend! I hate naming, so he’ll have to deal with it for now. He’s a naga, same deal as Koko, has both a human form, a snake form, and a form where he has a snake tail in place of legs.

Snake boy here is USUALLY pred, swallowing things down whole, he needs to eat after all! He’ll also swallow down Koko, without digesting them, to keep them warm and comfy in his stomach, or to punish them for being annoying.

However, he happens to be the main, unwilling victim of Koko’s sudden hunger pangs, getting swallowed whole by his stupid partner. He finds it annoying, but in the end doesn’t really mind relaxing in Koko’s stomach. He’s a little used to it, at this point.

Snakey is cold, a little self important, very grumpy but also VERY easily flustered. The smallest romantic gestures turns them into a red faced, stuttering mess. But they really prefer to have the upper/dominant hand in situations. Also he’s a scientist if that wasn’t GLARINGLY obvious

in human forms, Koko is 5’3 and Snakey is 6’1. Koko’s shadow form can be as big or small as they want, and Snakey’s inbetween form is much larger than his human form… however, his full snake form is also able to size-shift

#sorry kokos tail is inconsistent in their human form and the doodle page btw #I changed their tail after designing them lol #the thick chubby tail is the correct tail that their design has :3 #v0re #extreme cuddling #vo/re #sfw vore #v.ore #endosoma #soft vore #koko #snakey

[safety-writes-noms]

Miguel vore hcs

— You cannot tell me this man is not a pred. It’s impossible. Whoever designed his fangs knew what they were doing. i think he’d be a kinda unwilling pred at first, he’s not too eager at the idea of nomming prey if he doesn’t know them well or it’s not something he’s familiar with.

If he’s feeling really stressed out, then he might go to someone he trusts and knows well and nom them for comfort. He secretly likes working with someone tucked away since it feels nice. Plus he knows he won’t get hungry if he has someone inside, so that’s one less thing to worry about while he works.

I doubt he’d ever nom anyone without making sure it’s completely safe. He’s probably done hundreds of tests on his own body (it’s the scientist in him).

Would he go for protection vore? Yes. He’s got an injured person on his hands? He’s got a safe and comfy place to put them while he deals with a threat. Or maybe he’s protecting the person he nommed from doing something incredibly stupid.

“…That’s a really dumb idea,”

“No, we’re not doing it. What d’you mean you’re doing it anyway?? Come back, you idiot! You’re going to get yourself killed! Dios mío…get over here. Nompf — gulp. I’ll take care of it by myself,”

i don’t think he’d immediately go to gulping down the person as his first impulse to get them out of a dangerous situation. He’d go through all of his options and if it happens to be the best one he has at the moment, he’ll do it. But if he has the choice of not having to resort to nomming and has other options, he probably won’t do it. He understands it’s pretty terrifying even if he repeatedly assures the person that it’s completely safe.

He’s a huge guy so downing prey def isn’t too much for a challenge for him. He likes the pleasant feeling of being full. He might enjoy mouth play, but not to the extent of actually hurting the person.

Would he be mean? Depends on who you are, if you’re an innocent civilian or injured spider person, he’ll give you a quick rundown on what he’s doing and why. I kinda doubt he’d just swallow you without any sort of explanation unless he’s in an hurry or he’s stressed out and running on spider instincts.

If you’re an anomaly, he’ll probably bite you and paralyze you before sending you down. No warning, most likely won’t try to be gentle. Then he’d cart you back to hq and spit you out in the go home machine or in one of his cell holders. Or just enjoy the feeling of being comfortably full for a hour or so before spitting the anomaly out.

there’s a low chance he’ll actually ask anyone if he can eat them since it’s a bit of an awkward question and mig is more emotionally constipated than a bear without laxatives. Unless you offer, he’ll probably never ask. Poor guy thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

Slowly, he’ll become more comfortable asking some people (the one’s he’s close with/protective of). I like the idea that his spider instincts don’t urge him to nom just because he’s hungry, but because he has this instinctual need to protect and be as close as physically possible to that person.

one of his biggest fears is losing control of his instincts and hurting someone on accident. If it does happen, his instincts are mostly focused on protection and nothing else. It’s still a part of him. Of course it’s hard to communicate that to someone while he’s in that feral state, so it’s likely he’ll scare them as he’s trying to nom them. I can’t imagine the guilt he’d feel when he gets out of that state and feeling someone panicking inside. Esp if it’s their first time and they don’t know they’re safe.

#Mig//uel o’h//ara #At//sv vore #Mi//guel headcanons #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore

[predsworld]

You can make a fanfic vore of tom plis Ú_Ù

ANYTHING FOR MY IDOL~

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here's a fic where Matt, Edd and Tord feed themselves to tom eagerly to his shock and dismay. whether they regret that choice or not is up to the reader~ you could ask but erm.. i don't think they'd give much of a response~ ⚠ this fic contains vore, digestion, weight gain, unwilling/reluctant pred, willing prey, Fatal/Perma vore, this one gets kinda dark?? this is your warning ⚠

Tom was sitting with his roommates, the four of them were good friends. they were all staring up at him with pleading eyes.. how did he get into this mess? the three had asked tom to eat them, and seemed desperate. Tom couldn't believe it.. why would they WANT to be eaten? They had caught Tom eating someone in his monster form a few days ago and Tom was ashamed, but the three didn't seem to mind. it was just now that tom was realizing perhaps they DID mind.. just.. in a different way. Tom was lost in thought, shocked at their request before Edd spoke up. "Tom, you look like you saw a ghost.. whats the matter?~" He asked teasingly in a horny voice, tom backed up from the three but they only came closer. "ugh! what has gotten into you three? for the last time i'm not going to eat you! i doubt i could fit the three of you at once anyways.." Tord chuckled, placing a hand under tom's chin.

"that's fine, go one at a time~ ill go first, ill last the longest after all.." He bragged, sure he'd survive for a while in tom's gut.

"what the fu-- no!! that's not what i mean--" Tord shushed him. "less talking more devouring~ i have a job to do and it's adding to that waistline of yours~"

before tom could respond, tord forced his head into tom's maw, forcing him to swallow as well. although tom couldn't help but admit how amazing he tasted.. "mmhhh..~" he got a little carried away.. he wanted to spit tord out but he tasted so damn good! he wiggled down his throat and tom gulped him down to his now swollen belly.

"see? was that so hard?" Matt chuckled, amazed.. Edd and Matt immediately started rubbing tom's belly. "wow! hes really squirming in there.." Edd said excitedly, Tom groaned. "maybe hes finally regretting his choice.." Edd just shrugged, the two of them by tom's side eager to watch tord slowly digest. Edd pressed down on tom's belly curiously, causing him to belch loudly. "fuck, will he be ok in there? god, tord can you hear me??" no response.. he just struggled and squirmed, causing tom to wince a little.

"ah cmon, he'll be fineee... he can handle a little bit of digestion, right tord?" Matt poked tom's belly, it growled loudly and morbidly in response. "see? he's alright."

it growled more and more as time went on, picking up more and more. the growls soon turned into ominous, wet gurgles from deep inside him..

and eventually tom's stomach got softed and rounder over time.. Edd felt his belly, causing tom to burp again. "man, for someone so confident about this he sure digested quick." Tom's eyes went went white. "what!? fuck, tord are you alright in there??" Grrrowl... "like i said, hes fine. he'll live on as a part of you, anyways~" Matt giggled, sitting on tom's lap pressed up against his belly.

"fuck.. i.. i feel sick. no more please, i'm full. don't you feel bad for him?? why would you want this-- he-- i--" Matt soon forced his hands into tom's mouth in a simalir fashion to tord, Tom tried to get him out this time. but it was no use.. he was sure of his decision. he swallowed him down into his tummy, and soon edd joined him. Edd slid his head inbetween tom's jaws, going down one way or another.. as soon as they were both inside a gross burp went past tom's lips. "god, oh god are you guys ok??" "...guys?" they squirmed in a simalir fashion to tord.. it hurt. tom's stomach ached and he felt guilty. maybe they were just trying to get comfy.. but maybe they regretted what they had done. "fuck ow.!~ god no.. get out! i want you OUT of me!" Tom groaned, pressing on his belly to try and get them out from his insides, but this only caused them to digest faster..

tom felt so bad.. yeah they wanted this but he'd never see the three in one peice again. he kinda wished he could have talked them out of it.. He sighed and pressed his back against the couch, sitting on the floor as he rubbed his belly.

"hope you guys are enjoying this more than me.. urrp.." it didn't take long for matt and edd to digest, tom had gained a lot of weight.. his belly was fat and round as a constant reminder as his roommates fate within him, not to mention his hips.

but tom had a new feeling.. an overwhelming hunger. he needed more, even though he still felt guilty in the end.

he rubbed his belly and tried to stand, feeling so heavy.. "thanks i suppose.. at least you were tasty" he sighed, forcing his clothes to fit over the remains of his ex-friends., and walked off to the bathroom.

END

sorry if this was a bit more morbid than usual.. i like dark vore and think stuff with guilty preds is cool, or perhaps the prey regretted what they asked for. whatever it may be i hope you enjoyed this fic!~

#vore digestion #fatal vore #vore fanfic #perma vore #perma digestion #eddsworld #preddsworld #predsworld #preddsworld tom

[vorish-wonderland]

Jade has been restraining himself oh so much recently, he thinks he deserves to let himself go for a bit. He decides to eat the next person he sees, but- Oh! It's you! He doesn't want to eat you... but if someone else doesn't come along soon... he might.

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, reluctant-ish pred

★✦Frenzy✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Everything is in position.

Some helpless little prey will come wandering by any second now.

And then........ chomp!

They'll be trapped within his jaws... and sent down into his stomach.

It's been so long since he's indulged himself like this... this is going to feel amazing.

Ah, someone is approaching!

Wait for the perfect moment, and then-!

"Oh, hey, Jade!" You said as he jumped out at you. "Were you... trying to scare me...?"

"(Y/N). Good evening." Jade looked shocked. "Why were you... um... walking this way......?" He asked, a strange smile on his face.

"I was just leaving class, and just... decided to come this way, y'know?" You chucked to yourself. "Were you waiting for me out here? Didja want to walk back to the hall of mirrors together? School's pretty much done for the day, right? Come on, let's go!"

You grabbed Jade's hand and started leading him along with you.

"(Y/N), are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

You and Jade walked through the hallways of the school together, you could feel his grip on you getting tighter and looser randomly.

"Are you... ok, Jade...?" You asked, noticing his grip getting very tight.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, I'm fine, I'm just a bit..." He let go of your hand for a moment. "...stressed."

"About what?"

"Nothing you would understand, so... don't worry. Come on, let's keep going."

"...are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes."

"Well, if you're sure!"

You two kept walking for a while...

You could hear Jade breathing heavily behind you the whole time.

You looked behind you, and realized that Jade was MUCH closer then you'd thought.

You two awkwardly just stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

His eyes almost looked soulless.

He grabbed your hands as his stomach growled loudly, hungrily, wanting you something inside of it.

"Jade...?" You nervously asked.

He suddenly readjusted himself, backing away from you and looking like he'd snapped out of whatever trance he was in before.

"Hm? Yes? Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" Jade asked.

"Are you hungry...?"

"What-? No, of course not- well, maybe a little... but you don't worry about that! I'll get something to eat back at the dorm."

"Um... y-you're, uh... drooling." You nervously said. This entire situation just felt... off to you.

"Oh! Am I?" He asked, wiping the saliva from below his mouth. "How odd. Let's keep going."

"Jade... you're... y-you're kinda scaring me..." You admitted.

...

"I can't do this anymore."

Right as Jade said that, he grabbed your hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

Knowing Jade, this is probably just some sick joke, right?

That's what you thought, until...

Until he swallowed, and you felt your hands enter his throat.

"Wait, Jade, what are you doing?!" You asked in a panic as he made quick work of your arms.

Next, your head was swallowed. Then your shoulders, your chest, your hips, before he jerked his head back, and let gravity work to pull the rest of you inside him.

You were in a horribly uncomfortable position.

"My apologies about that, (Y/N)..." You heard Jade say. "I have a hard time controlling my instincts sometimes... do to the overabundance of humans at this school, I just get... overwhelmed sometimes." Jade sighed.

"Like a... feeding frenzy, kinda...?" You asked.

"Yes... I truly apologize. I had really hoped some other human would walk past, but it was you. I truly did not want to eat you, (Y/N)." Jade insisted.

"Oh, um... t-that's ok, I... I guess..."

"Ah! So you'll let me do this again next time?" Jade excitedly asked.

"Wait what-?"

"How delightful! Thank you, thank you so much, (Y/N)!"

"Um... yeah. N-no problem... I guess."

So this is going to happen again some time...?

Greeeeaat..........

#i *was* gonna give this a more ambiguous ending... #but then i decided 'nah' #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #jade leech x reader #same size vore