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nightmarevore · 1 year

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I Get A Craving and I Wake Up For You

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Rowan and Luke, Pred / Prey vore dynamic, Original Characters. Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies, Luke belongs to me. (Character refs)

Rowan and Luke think about the time they did a vore for the first time. (Part One!)

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Word count: 5,454

Contains: Soft safe vore, mentions of same size vore, g/t vore, g/t cuddling, fearplay, unwilling to willing prey, fugue state pred, guilty pred, one somewhat eager prey, extreme cuddling. endosoma.

Things had been very different in the apartment since Luke and Rowan had been on that hiking trip. Rowan had said that he didn’t want to mention it again, and Luke almost felt bad trying to not bring it up again. Your roommate revealed that he was a predator and needed to eat people in order to survive, and then after eating you, told you to keep quiet about it and to never bring it up again? That was absolutely ridiculous. Not to mention, the two of them had ended up being more lost than they expected. Rowan had traveled around that hiking path with Luke inside of his stomach for practically a whole day.

When Rowan got home and let Luke out, he told Luke they could forget about it, and then Rowan left to lock himself in his room…

What the fuck was that? There was NO way that Luke could even BEGIN to forget about that. From the time he spent inside Rowan’s stomach, to the time they spent actually TALKING to each other like that, it was… kind of nice, if he had to have an opinion on it. Luke had spent weeks trying to force his weird, grumpy roommate to open up to him, and when he did, it was because of some weird, obscure biology thing that Luke had only heard about vaguely.

Since then, Rowan locked himself in his room, only coming out to grab something from the kitchen, to work, or to go to the gym. He seemingly was avoiding Luke now more than ever. How very, very annoying.

It didn’t help that Luke found it so relaxing while he sat in Rowan’s stomach. Despite the situation of being stranded on a hiking trail with no sense of direction, Luke was locked away in Rowan’s stomach. The organ was soft, warm, and he had been so close to Rowan that he was quite literally INSIDE of him.

It did nothing to subside the aggressive, possibly one-sided crush that he had on his predator of a roommate.

Now, when he found his mind straying towards his feelings for Rowan, his mind showed him images of Rowan’s open maw as he stared straight down his throat. The image of Rowan’s mouth enveloping his head and aggressively swallowing him down out of sheer desperation. When it happened, it felt like time had stopped. The moment Luke agreed, Rowan was already attempting to swallow him down, yet all Luke saw when he closed his eyes these days was Rowan’s sharp, white teeth. The back of Rowan’s throat. Saliva that fell from his lips as the predator realized he was about to have a meal.

Oh, my God, Luke! Shut up!

The size-shifter slapped his own face as he realized just what he was thinking about. His face was hot, and he was incredibly flustered. If he wasn’t lying in his own bed, he’d be embarrassed and hoping that Rowan was nowhere to be seen.

No, in this case, Luke was wide awake in the middle of the night, his brain trailing off back towards Rowan’s fascinating “condition” as he called it. Why did he think of it so negatively?

Luke recalled saying nothing but positive things and reassuring Rowan that it was fine if he had to do it, so why? And why was Luke so obsessed with being eaten again? It was his first experience ever being eaten by anyone, and it being by Rowan, no less. Did it have to do with his crush on him? He couldn’t get it out of his head.

He couldn’t get Rowan’s heartbeat and breathing out of his head. The flesh that surrounded him as he rested inside the organ itself…

Luke slapped his face again.

***

Rowan’s stomach growled.

A hand that rested on his stomach balled the fabric of his shirt into a fist out of frustration. Of course he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anyone since the hike with Luke, and regular food hadn’t helped at all, no matter how much he ate. How frustrating was that?! How UNFAIR was that? Rowan didn’t want to rely on eating people, he never did. Yet here he was, wide awake in the middle night, starving and thinking about eating his roommate again.

AGAIN.

Rowan had never wanted to bring up the fact that he was a predator to his roommate. He moved here to start over and never get close to anyone, and yet because of some stupid fuck up, Luke knew his secret, and the predator had never been more embarrassed. After finally getting back onto a normal trail and into Rowan’s car, then finally home, Rowan was okay to accept that this would never be brought up again, and he told Luke to forget about the whole thing.

It might have been a mistake to do so. Rowan found himself thinking about grabbing his roommate and swallowing him down again. Every time they made eye contact, every time Rowan could even SMELL his roommates sweet scent, he found himself wanting to shove him into his mouth. His stomach growled again as he continued to think about it, and the predator even began salivating. His grip tightened, and Rowan rolled over to his side and curled into a ball. The hunger was unbearable.

To eat Luke again. His perfectly freckled face. The size-shifter’s sweet flavor and smell. The way that the man filled his stomach up and had such a nice weight in his belly… The fact that he could easily make out the figure of Luke inside of him. The after taste of Luke’s flavor that remained on his tongue even after the final swallow. Feeling his prey shift, settle, and fill him up from the inside.

If he was being honest with himself, Luke was the best meal he’d ever had.

And now here he was, unable to sleep, and obsessing over the idea of eating his roommate again.

This was so fucking stupid. Nobody was supposed to know about this. He hated the fact that he was a predator. Luke must think he’s some sort of freak. If he was in Luke’s shoes, he would think he was a monster.

If only he could have Luke inside of him again. If only he could feel the sensation of him sliding down his throat and settling in his stomach. Rowan’s hand loosened, and he instead rests his hand on top of his stomach. God, he was so hungry. The best he could do was to just not think about it. If he avoided Luke enough, then maybe this craving would go away?

There was only one way to find out…

Luke hadn’t slept. No, he was awake, and he had no idea how long he had been laying in bed for. When he rolled over and reached for his phone, the time read 12:42 p.m.

Fuck… He really hadn’t noticed the passage of time with the pillow on his head. An attempt to emulate the tightness of Rowan’s stomach around his head. The size-shifter sat up, got out of bed, and walked out of the room towards the shared bathroom the two had. He spent time to quickly get himself cleaned up. Between brushing his teeth to brushing his hair, he was practically all set for the day. He tied his hair up in a bun, not necessarily feeling like dealing with it too much today.

Luke didn’t know if he was going to see Rowan at all today. They only saw each other occasionally; still the same as before. It frustrated him so much. He thought they were going somewhere. It seemed like Rowan opened up to him when he was inside his stomach, so why did he immediately lock himself back up when they got home?

Luke, getting himself worked up about it, letting out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temples. Maybe he should just… Try harder? If he stood in front of Rowan’s door and demanded that he talk to him about what the hell this “condition” is, then maybe they could come to an understanding? Luke walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, then made his way over to the living room.

When he arrived, he was met with the sight of Rowan spread across the couch. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it was a shock to see him out here.

What WAS he doing? Would it be wise to approach him?

Despite his better judgment, Luke made his way over to the couch, slowly looking over the sight he was seeing. Rowan was asleep, laying on his back. His face flushed as he realized that Rowan’s shirt was lifted, exposing his middle.

Oh, god.

( imagine what it must’ve looked like from the outside when he had eaten you? )

Luke’s face fell a deep red. He couldn’t stop staring at his middle as he got even closer to the sofa and the man laying on it. His eyes were practically glued to his skin as he imagined what it must have looked like when Luke had been swallowed down. His mind trailed back to the cramped space inside his stomach. The warmth surrounding him. The groans Rowan’s stomach made as it had him trapped inside comfortably.

Good lord.

Luke walked around to the front of the couch, and he kept his eyes glued to the sleeping man. He wished he could talk to him, but now, he got the chance to admire the man. It wasn’t a bad thing at all. Now, he could take in his features. The scars on his face were clearer now more than ever. He had to wonder, how did Rowan get them?

Luke crouched down to sit on the floor in front of the couch. He let out a soft sigh, green eyes shifting from Rowan’s face to his stomach. He switched between his mouth and his stomach on occasion, thinking about being inside of his mouth, then his throat, then his stomach.

Rowan was a predator. He needed to eat people. Luke was aware that people like this existed. Now, after experiencing it himself, Luke wished it could happen again.

After staring at Rowan’s bare skin for a few more minutes, Luke came to a decision. With a deep breath, he decides to shrink himself down. They had a moment of intimacy in the past. Luke could do anything to have it back.

Once small, Luke adjusted himself and took a deep breath. He began to climb up the side of the couch, digging his fingers into the seams of the fabric. Once at the top, Luke looked back over to Rowan’s face. He was still asleep. Good.

The little man silently made his way over to Rowan’s middle and placed his hands against his skin. He looked back over to the larger man’s face to see if he’d woken up or stirred. He saw no reaction. The man had to let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. Looking back to Rowan’s middle, then to his face, Luke shifts slightly to pull himself on top of the man. He had to crawl over to the center of his stomach slowly to make sure that Rowan wouldn’t feel it and wake up. If he did, Luke would be in for a world of embarrassment.

His skin was soft even now, and it was hard to think that during their hike, it stretched out to fit his full body. Rowan said that he was almost able to make out the position that Luke was curled up in. He said that he could tell where his head was. He really, desperately wanted to know what it looked like from the outside. He had no idea if Rowan would ever indulge him. It was hard to figure out a way to even think about bringing up the idea of being eaten again without setting the predator off. He didn’t want to make him angry.

Now that he was in the center of the man’s middle, the tiny man crossed his legs and watched Rowan’s sleeping face again. Luke had always found Rowan very handsome. They never had a close moment together that wasn’t the hike. It was a shame. Luke’s crush on his roommate led to him wanting to try and get closer and closer with him, but the grumpy man refused to let Luke even try and start a conversation. It was so unfair.

With a small breath, Luke rolls his shoulders and leans forward, letting himself lay down on his own stomach against the larger man’s skin. He turns his head, placing his ear against the other’s belly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Could he hear Rowan’s stomach from the outside? It was loud enough from the inside, but he didn’t know what it would sound like from the outside.

Like this, laying against Rowan’s skin, he found himself finally relaxing. He found himself practically melting into the cushion of Rowan’s belly. His once tense shoulders finally loosened, and he just focused on listening. It didn’t take long for him to hear a quiet, low groan from the predator’s middle. It was quite a shock, and his eyes shot wide open. His face shifted red, and the size-shifter looked up to Rowan’s sleeping face. He was still asleep, and he had to wonder what caused him to want to sleep out here in the first place. Was it because Luke was locked in his room all day that he came out here?

After a moment of watching Rowan’s face, Luke finally settled back down and placed his ear flat against the man’s exposed skin once more. Since he could hear his stomach, maybe he could lay here and pretend he was inside… That would be nice.

Another sound, but this time it was loud, long, and sounded almost hollow. MUCH different than when Luke was inside. It almost sounded like Rowan’s stomach was calling for him… That it desperately wanted him inside of it. It sent a chill down Luke’s back, and he couldn’t help but continue to listen intently. This… This was nice. Finally, Luke let himself close his eyes and felt himself doze off.

Rowan stirred lightly in his sleep, and his nose began to twitch as he smelled the air around him. A familiar scent filled his nostrils, and he knew that smell anywhere. It was what he’d been craving for the past week. It overwhelmed his senses as he focused more on it. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing that there was a soft, subtle weight against his middle. When he lifted his head to look down, green eyes focused on the figure. It was Luke, curled up against his center. Against his stomach…

Luke was tiny against him. How tall was he like this? He knew Luke was a shifter, but they hadn’t had time together for him to really see it.

His mouth began to water. Luke was so close. The weight of him laying on top of him made Rowan want to swallow him down to feel his weight INSIDE of him. If he ate him, the craving would end… If he ate him, he could keep him locked away… If he ate him, his Luke, everything would be okay.

The predator couldn’t help but drool. His meal had presented itself to him, and god he was so fucking hungry. His stomach lets out a long, aggressive groan. It felt like it could’ve echoed throughout the living room.

( Just eat, please God, you’re so hungry. He’s right here, just grab him. )

Absolutely ravenous.

Now fully awake, Rowan’s instincts take over. He needed to eat, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. No more hiding, no more starving himself. He needed this. He NEEDED this. Luke was a free meal, who was Rowan to deny a free meal?

Sitting up, the predator reaches a hand to grab the man who was seemingly sleeping on his middle. His grip was tight, and the only thing on his mind was eating his roommate. He needed this so badly. It would be fine, Luke would be okay. It was only going to be for a while…

( Or maybe you should keep him inside your stomach, that would help with the craving. He should stay there, don’t you think? )

Yes, he should, shouldn’t he…?

The sleepy Luke in his grip looked around, then up to Rowan. His face was red and picked, and though one hand was stuck in his grip, the other rested on the top of the predator’s hand.

“Shoot, I’m… I—I’m sorry, Rowan! Don’t… Don’t get mad at me, okay? I was just… I saw you sleeping out here, and then I couldn’t…” Luke hiccuped. He looked like he was about to cry out of embarrassment. His tiny hand gripped tightly onto Rowan’s larger hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted to…”

Luke’s voice trailed off. He realized how he was about to embarrass himself even further. He didn’t know if he should mention that he wanted to be eaten again.

Rowan’s grip tightened, causing Luke to squeak.

“Rowan, stop that hurts, I said I’m sorry! P-put me down, okay?” Luke’s voice was desperate.

Rowan was scaring him a bit. It was then when he realized that Rowan was drooling, and his teeth started to show a bit. They were sharp… Was he hungry? He almost looked how he did during the hike, but this time, he wasn’t entirely there.

The only thing on Rowan’s mind was how hungry he was, and how perfect Luke looked. He growled lightly, his free hand raising to wipe his mouth.

“Luke, you know, you… have a very nice smell. It’s so nice, it’s delicious.” He began, bringing the shrunken man closer to his face. By this point, it was obvious Rowan wasn’t himself. “I need to eat you so badly, I’m so hungry. You had such a nice flavor before. I need to eat you, I need to eat you…”

Luke’s face was completely red as he was pulled closer to his roommate’s face. As he spoke, he got a clear view of his teeth, and it was shocking, to say the least. He was so close to Rowan’s mouth, and this time, he wasn’t the same size as him. He was tiny and vulnerable in Rowan’s grip, and the predator was talking so desperately.

Earlier today, he thought about how much he wished he could get eaten again, and now here he was, in the man’s grip with his breath on top of him, and he was completely frozen in fear. His mind was practically blank by this point.

Rowan’s grip on Luke loosened, and his other hand picks him up from his hand by the shirt. His fingers pinched Luke’s shirt from the back and lifted him off of his hand. The tiny’s eyes widened, and he began to squirm and thrash around. His legs kicked the air, and he threw his arms and hands against the two giant fingers holding onto him.

“Rowan, you’re scaring me, let me GO!” The shifter yelled out. “What’s gotten into you? What is this?!”

The predator stared at Luke as he lifted him up, closer to his face. With his scent even closer to his face now, Rowan’s lips parted into a sharp, toothy, hungry smile. He continued to drool. His hunger would be sated soon, he was going to be fine. Luke was going to make a fine meal, he fit so perfectly inside of him in the past. The idea of eating him again psyched the predator up even more.

He couldn’t hear Luke’s words anymore. The only thing he could hear was his growling stomach and his own soft, hungry growls. He lifted Luke higher into the air, a smile remaining on his face. Rowan looked right up to Luke as he hung from his shirt. The predator opened his mouth wide, parting his teeth and holding his tongue out.

The two make eye contact with one another. Time stopped for Luke one more time. He had a straight view of Rowan’s mouth. Rowan had nothing but a cloudy, hungry look in his eyes. A gaze that saw nothing but food. Luke’s heart sank to his stomach, and even though he was looking at the exact same thing he couldn’t get out of his head just hours before, why did this feel so different?

Then, just then, Rowan’s fingers let go of the tiny’s shirt. Luke didn’t have time to process—he was falling, and Rowan’s mouth was getting closer. And closer. And closer.

Then he was staring at the back of the predator’s throat.

The anticipation of expecting the shifter’s flavor hitting his tongue was rewarding. Luke landed in his mouth, and his lips wrapped around him upon feeling the impact. His upper body was stuffed into his mouth, leaving his legs to flail and kick his face. His teeth didn’t bite down on the smaller man’s body, instead avoiding him, but his lips wrapped around his torso as his tongue explored the tiny’s body.

His flavor was exactly how he remembered it. Not only was his prey’s natural scent sweet, but his flavor? It was heaven. If he wasn’t so hungry, he would’ve loved to savor this moment.

Luke punched around inside the predator’s mouth. He hit his tongue, trying his best to avoid his teeth. They were so sharp, one wrong move and he’d get cut. Rowan had avoided scratching Rowan with his teeth during the hike, but now? He wasn’t sure.

“Don’t hurt me, don’t fucking hurt me, you idiot!” Luke yelled out without thought, adrenaline forcing itself through his veins.

Luke’s legs flailed and kicked as hard as they could against Rowan’s chin in an attempt to push himself out. Despite this, Rowan’s lips were very tightly wrapped around his body. Rowan’s mouth began to vibrate, and a soft, purring sound surrounded the shrunken man.

Rowan smiled, parted his lips, then began to push Luke further into his mouth with his finger as he rolled his head back. Luke’s head was just in front of the entrance to the predator’s throat, and below it looked like pure darkness. It obviously was much larger now that he was small, but the view was terrifying. Everything fell still.

Rowan’s purrs stopped. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the man excitedly but desperately swallowed hard.

Rowan pulled his fingers away as the tiny slipped further into his mouth, and he felt his upper body enter his throat. He began to purr at the sensation of his meal slipping into his gullet. Now that his prey was starting to go down, he didn’t want to stop. So the predator gave into his instincts, letting his body take over. He swallowed once more, pulling the rest of the tiny’s exposed body into his mouth. Rowan’s eyes closed and his purrs crescendo as more of Luke entered him. His lips curled into a smile behind Luke’s feet, saliva still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Luke was so fucking delicious, why didn’t the predator commit to this sooner? Why did he take so long to sate his hunger? Craving him and refusing to indulge was way more painful than actually eating him.

Luke should be a visible lump in his throat right now, right? Out of pure curiosity, Rowan lifted his hand to press it against his neck. Though his throat vibrated with purrs, he could feel Luke thrashing inside the muscle that trapped him. Against his finger even more so. His gullet naturally tried to pull his food down, and he could feel the man slide down against his finger ever so slightly. However, some of his prey still remained in his mouth, and he wanted to savor the final swallow.

He wanted to remember what it would feel like.

He pressed his finger firmly against the Luke-shaped lump in his throat, and though he could hear muffled yells, he didn’t care. His mind and stomach were screaming at him to finish the job. So Rowan gives in, swallowing hard and loud. He felt Luke against his finger and inside his throat. The sensation of eating him felt out of this world. He was enjoying this, and God did it feel good to let himself indulge. Why did he feel so awful about being a predator?

He can’t remember why.

Another swallow, this time quick and sharp. He just wanted the tiny down and inside his stomach. He was so hungry. Just settle inside, please, please, please. His stomach screamed with another loud, hungry growl as it waited in anticipation for its prey to enter it.

( I need you inside my stomach, I need you locked away, I’m so fucking hungry, you’re all I can think about. )

There was a tightness in his chest as Luke slipped past his collarbone, and all the predator could do was take a deep breath and place his hand flat against the pressure. He let out a huff, instinctually swallowing to trick himself into feeling his food slide down faster. His hand slid down to his middle, anticipating the sensation of Luke slipping inside his stomach and filling him up.

His weight was so close inside him, and it was all he could think about. His roommate, his Luke, his meal, his prey.

The moment was obvious. It was warm. It was fast and it was filling. He felt his middle grow heavier as Luke’s head entered, soon following with the rest of his body. His stomach expanded underneath his hand, distending his stomach and making it somewhat round. Of course, he wasn’t at all as big as the first time he ate his roommate, but the curve of his stomach told him all he needed to know.

Rowan let out a deep, satisfied sigh of relief as all of Luke finally entered him. He pulled his head down, taking his hand off of his stomach, and admiring the bump that his roommate created. His green eyes were foggy as he stared at his exposed middle.

Most importantly, Luke’s taste remained on his tongue.

***

Being pushed deeper inside of Rowan’s mouth then aggressively swallowed completely winded the shifter. His arms and head are completely wrapped by the predator’s flesh as he was pulled down into the gullet of this… beast. This wasn’t Rowan. It couldn’t be. What had gotten into him, why was he not like himself? Luke shut his eyes as he thrashed around. Despite how tight his throat was, Luke tried his damn hardest to get the predator to snap out of this. This roughness was uncharacteristic. At least last time, Rowan tried to be gentle.

“Rowan, stop, I—I don’t want to be eaten like this, please, STOP!!” The shifter yelled out, squirming and attempting DESPERATELY to pull himself out. Of course, the throat had a tight grip on him. It was crushing. Suffocating, even. Tears began to swell up in Luke’s eyes, and he continued to keep his eyes shut as another audible swallow pulled him further into the predator’s body.

Something pressed against him from the outside, though he struggled to react properly. He couldn’t move at all, his limbs being pressed and held still. Luke didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway. All he could do was attempt to get Rowan’s attention, but it was obvious by this point that he wasn’t paying attention.

( You got what you wanted, didn’t you? )

Another, quicker swallow sent him further down and squished him. The tight space was almost unbearable with how hard Rowan was trying to get him down. His predator had finally sent him sliding down the rest of the way, leaving Luke to be gently massaged and pulled further down, down, down…

A familiar sound grew closer and closer as he fell further down. Rowan’s heartbeat. Even the sound of his lungs and the gentle purr that surrounded him. With the swallowing over, Luke remembered what it was like before. Rowan’s heartbeat was calming and surrounded him. It gave him something to focus on. It relaxed him. Even now, it relaxed his body and caused him to loosen up.

That’s right, Luke was safe.

Luke finally opened his eyes back up, seeing nothing but darkness. That was okay. He took a deep breath, calming himself and letting himself relax. Finally, his hands felt the entrance of something, and the esophagus pushed him through, guiding the rest of his body inside the chamber. Warm air hit his face, and though it was spacious at first, the more Luke was pushed inside, the less room there was. He was forced and pushed into the organ, and it squished him from all sides. It wasn’t as bad as the tube that sent him down here, but it expanded with him. Finally, the entirety of his body was deposited inside the chamber. Rowan’s stomach.

He could hear a deep breath from above. Rowan sounded so satisfied. His heartbeat began to slow, and Luke was greeted by another loud gurgle that filled his ears.

He couldn’t move much, but the position he sat in was uncomfortable. He pressed his hands into the flesh underneath him, attempting to roll upright. Gravity was not in his favor currently, and if he remained in this position any longer, he might get a headache. Despite how hard it was to move in his resting place, Luke used his strength to flip himself, which was quickly followed by a gasp from above. Luke pushed himself the rest of the way up, finally managing to make a complete roll. He was quickly forced back down into place as his turn finished, and he settled into the roll of the stomach behind him.

Rowan’s purrs grew louder. Luke felt a pressure from the outside pressing down on him.

Rowan could feel and see Luke move from inside of him. His stomach fluttered. It felt so warm and nice, feeling the tiny shift around and settling inside him. He rubbed his round middle, letting out another satisfied sigh.

“Luke, you’re… so perfect, you know?” The predator begins, wiping the remaining drool off of his mouth with his free hand. He turns to his side, laying down on the couch and pulling his legs closer to himself. His focus was his stomach and the prey inside of it. “You’re so delicious, and you fit so perfectly inside of me.”

Luke was silent. He wasn’t moving anymore, but he could feel him sink down.

“God, I could swallow you down a million times, and it would be so satisfying each time.” The man’s voice is quiet, and he continues massaging his stomach. He was so full, he was so satisfied. Luke, his craving, his meal, was safely inside him, filling him up. “I love it, you know… I love feeling you move inside, I love the feeling of you going down. Your flavor is sweet, it makes me think of cherries.”

Inside, Luke’s eyes were heavy. His face was red. Rowan’s words and compliments relaxed his body, on top of the steady purring. His heartbeat and breathing rhythmically surrounded him. This was what Luke couldn’t stop thinking about. He may have been held in place by Rowan’s stomach, but it… was like an embrace. Rowan was hugging him from all sides, wasn’t he?

A tiny hand shifted and began to rub against the flesh underneath it. Luke took a deep breath, letting his eyes close.

“Rowan, I… I really love you.” The tiny whispered, realizing just how tired he was. He finally could let himself fall asleep. Surrounded by the sounds that echoed throughout his brain only hours before, Luke drifted to sleep.

Rowan continued to rub his stomach, purring as he spoke.

“My prey, my perfect prey. I think you should stay… I think I should… keep you inside there. Do you know how wonderful you feel in there? I was so hungry, craving you. It hurt. But now I have you, and I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to keep you locked away.” Rowan mumbled, beginning to lull himself to sleep.

He was still so tired. Now, he was full and happy, and so tired. He finally managed to sleep earlier before being woken up, but now? All he could do was lay here and fall asleep. He couldn’t help it.

“I can’t believe how delicious you are…” Rowan mumbled one last time before he dozed off.

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teal-fiend · 1 month

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i like the idea that a lot of people could be preds, but they chose not to be, just because they never got into it.

Eating someone whole and alive and dealing with the consequences is a lot of work, and even if it's enjoyable, most people won't bother with it.

so therefore many folks have pred potential. but they don't use it (or they don't know about it)

#this is my vore worldbuilding time #because it's always confusing to me abt how my vore scenarios actually work in a fictional setting #there will always be plot holes #but i will always try to find explanations and etc #tw vore #soft vore #v/ore #pred pov #v.ore #vore fic #vore writing #vore digestion #implied digestion

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shadowspirez · 9 months

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LIFE, IT NEVER DIE

COMPUTER ARE MY FAVORITE GUY

SEX, I'M WANTING MORE

TELL THE WORLD: COMPUTER VORE

#bmc #be more chill #that's basically the plot right?#vore mention

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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Favorite Dsmp duo and favorite trope

my favorite dsmp duo changes depending on what it’s for, but, for g/t, my favorite duo is easily t!george or g!dream (or vice versa,,,)

my favorite trope changes so often !! right now, though, i think it's a giant seeming eerie and terrifying, despite them trying to be funny/playful. and they've got no idea the tiny is scared shitless :)

(unintentional fearplay lol)

i saw a video about manhunt in george's pov and it was super cool so obviously i gotta make it g/t 😎 (this video should definitely be watched beforehand cause my descriptions are slacking lol)

soooo have this lil thing :D

(also have the tiktok cause damn it’s awesome)

oh george~

tw: vore, un/intentional fearplay (kinda both), panic/hyperventilation

wc: 1614

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First hunter, first to die. That seemed like a false statement, but, after having been through this very thing innumerable times, George can only stand face-to-face with agreement. While he may have had more experience with Dream as a person, he has had no change in his agility or stamina since the very first time they’d tried this rather irritating game. To go against a giant, for him, would be welcoming his demise with open arms. And while he’s done it before, he is not looking for a second death when they’re only less than half an hour into the hunt. So, he’s taken a shortcut.

Water splashed around him as his boots collided with the ground under the river rushing harshly downstream. A subtle wave of pain traveled through his body as he took a hint of damage. He steadied himself, keeping himself from falling directly into the strong water.

“Geoorge~”

George froze at the calling of his name, a flutter in his stomach erupting instantly. His hands inches to his pathetic excuse of a weapon: a dull wooden sword that he was lucky enough to craft in the short time span he was given. His breathing picked up, creating an eerie echo. George’s eyes couldn’t seem to find a resting place as they looked every-which-way, darting from cavern to crevice to wildlife as he tried to find even a clue that Dream was nearby. He’d not expected to be followed after his death. In fact, he wasn’t aware that Dream knew where he was at all, especially considering the fact that he’d looked rather busy with the other four members of his party.

“I’m gonna kill you, George!” Dream laughed softly. He sounded delighted to speak these words, like it was a pleasure to create pain for the hunter. George panted, finally pulling the weapon from where it rested on his side. His knuckles became white from the intense grip he had on the handle, but, despite the pain, he stuck to the grasp. George’s mind begged him to crouch in the small indent in the stone ‘wall’, however he knew there would be no use in hiding from Dream. It’ll simply be taunt, after taunt, after taunt, until he forces George out. That being through mental manipulation or Earthly damage. He stayed put. As if any kind of defense he attempted would truly wound the giant enough to disable him.

George looked up, taking in the scenery before he’d be momentarily visiting the afterlife. The tip of the ravine was littered in green trees, a sign of early Spring. George looked down when a branch snapped from the water, startling him out of his gaze. “George,” Dream drawled. He sounded like a child calling for a cat, or perhaps a cat calling for a mouse. George’s panicked respires returned once more, and fear laced his body once again.

He aimlessly spun at a slow speed, eyeing the rock formations above him. He exhaled shakily.

“Where, oh where, is Georgenotfound?~” Dream said in a sing-songy tone of voice, his words soft, taunting. It sounded far too close to a doll with a whiny old voice box.

George continued his mindless movements and uncontrollable hyperventilation as he stood there in nothing but anticipation. Dream’s mask, his voice, any sign of him, really. Or, just simply his demise. Perhaps a boulder or a tree. George shuddered, then exhaled shakily at the thought of being in such a vulnerable position, and still, although he told himself otherwise, kept drifting towards the only thing that could really be called safety.

George was startled into looking elsewhere for the second time, as the subtle sound of stone hitting stone resonated in the thin space. He caught sight of it instantly, watching as little more than a pebble drifted downwards from the very top of the ravine. George’s heart sunk, and somehow his deathly grip on the weapon became significantly stronger. He inhaled, trying to gather what little confidence he had remaining.

Dream laughed. And, it wasn’t a lighthearted, amused laugh. It was a taunt, with a tone so similar to the last sentence he spoke. If nothing else made him frightened, it would now be this. It echoed around the canyon a hundredfold, adding to the eeriness his repeated pants created. A string of swears flowed through his mind, just as the water did. The sound rang in his mind, efficiently giving him more goosebumps than he could grasp. Every time he thought the wretched echoes of a laugh had finally taken their leave, he’d just shudder again. Until, eventually, it did stop. As the very last, unfortunately loud, vibration of Dream’s voice bounced back and forth from stone wall to stone wall, Dream spoke up again, “Come here, George!”

A shadow fell over where he stood. George knew painfully well what was to come. He directed his worried eyes upwards, instantly dropping the wooden sword as he stared with intense eyes at the hand coming at him at a speed far too quick. “No!” George yelped, screamed, as skin was all he could see. He had yet to properly register what was happening, until four fingers were closing over him like a cage, with Dream’s thumb securing him to the palm, as if somehow he could attempt, or even successfully, make an escape.

George huffed, freeing one of his arms from the gentle, yet firm, grip Dream had on him. He drew his hand to his face, pulling up the goggles that cover his eyes. And, right as he did so, sunlight drifted back onto his tiny form, welcoming him with a ripple of fresh air. He gasped, struggling against the thumb. “Hi, George,” Dream undoubtedly grinned behind the awful mask that covered his face. “Dream, you are so annoying, put me down,” He didn’t have it in him to be scared. George’s memory was not awful, he knew that Dream had four other human’s to be worried about. He knew that, when he died, he was paying attention to them. But, now, he’s here, distracting both himself and George.

Dream tilted his hand so that it was laying flat, then positioned his fingers so he was able to give George free room to move, while still creating somewhat of a barrier against him. “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be like…hiding?”

“You were…far easier to get to.”

George rolled his eyes, shifting upwards.

Dream rose a hand to his face, gripping onto the edge of the mask to pull it upwards, only to where his mouth was visible. George scrambled back into the fingers, instantly knowing exactly what was happening. “Dream, seriously, you are so annoying. Put me down,” He muttered, trying unfortunately hard to cover the shake in his voice.

“Why? You’re just going to die if I do. I’m just keeping you safe, George,” Dream hummed, opening his maw and drawing George closer to it. He titled his hand, and even though he tried his utmost hardest to avoid falling into Dream’s open mouth, he failed, and gravity did its terrible job of making George tumble past a row of too-sharp teeth and right onto his friend’s tongue with a small groan of protest.

“Dream!” He called out, watching with a frown as he saw he now was covered in darkness. He sat up, then slowly rose to his feet. The surface under him, or rather the wet muscle under him, twitched as he tried his share at walking along it. Instead of making it more than five steps, however, he instead stumbled back down.

George yelped as he was tossed to the side of Dream’s mouth; his cheek. The very same tongue he was on just a moment before prodded at him, coating him in a disgusting layer of saliva. He groaned, “Dream, you’re actually disgusting–” George stood there, at a total loss for words as he felt a familiar feeling of revulsion circulating inside of him. Then, after a short second, his body was unwillingly being moved to a different area. He somehow ended up situated atop Dream’s tongue again, more saliva pooling under him. He nearly gagged at the sticky feeling. “Dream, please, let me out of here, it’s disgusting,” he tried.

Technically, he was met with a response. Just, not the one he particularly wanted.

Instead of being spat back out into the outside world, into a space where spit wasn’t actively dripping down onto him, he found himself tilting down again. He yelped again, trying to dig his nails into the muscle. However, he realized a moment too late that they were too dull to do anything useful. So, instead of saving himself from a very uncomfortable few hours, he fell effortlessly down into Dream’s throat, where only one swallow was what it took to send him traveling down a tight gullet, where he could hear the sounds of his friend’s body echoing around him just as the very same friends’ voice had echoed around the ravine.

And, like that, he was in the place he absolutely despised.

George landed in Dream’s storage quickly, where he found that there still was an uncomfortable humidity in the room, along with the usual sticky-ness of the ‘walls’ around him. George huffed, folding his arms tightly as he found a place to rest for the rest of the evening. “I hate you.” George murmured quietly, breaking his annoyed facade (that only he could really see,) to prop himself up against the wall. His hands slid down as he tried to pull himself upwards. He nearly gagged again, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling.

George can’t help but hope the hunters win.

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gross, i used ‘~’ /j

^^ i rarely use that. today is a special occasion :)

i love this i this love this

i speedwrote it while waiting for the dteam vlog but STILL >:D

also dream’s dialogue up until when dre catches george is not mine and is from the video !!!! ⚠️⚠️

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grimark · 2 years

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i can just never take any complaints about media like hannibal or whatever “normalising/romanticising cannibalism” too seriously. like yeah sure this practice that has an EXTREMELY strong taboo against it in many cultures throughout most of human history is gonna be brought into vogue by uh. gay horror enjoyers on tumblr. sure. big risk we should all be worried about.

#i just do not think this is a serious concern!#survival cannibalism incidents are pretty rare these days. funerary and ritual cannibalism are declining as cultural practices #it's something that's widely considered immoral and viscerally repulsive #and the sort of social pressure needed to reverse that attitude would be pretty immense!#many of us on here enjoy a good romantic cannibalism metaphor #or appreciate it as a horror element or a plot device #and it’s not that uncommon as a fetish! especially if you consider vore under the same umbrella #but the people who are at all seriously interested in doing it irl as opposed to just having it as a fantasy #make up a such a small proportion of that group #with such a limited opportunity to ever actually follow through on it #that i really don't think this is something that the people pearl-clutching over cannibalism movies need to worry about

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dingbatnix · 1 year

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Might I request someone's help in going through my Maneater timeline? It's not done yet, but there's a lot of stuff I gotta keep track of and I wanna make sure it all reads smoothly and makes sense without external context.

If you'd like to help, just dm me or something, but do read the content warnings first, please. Ty! :)

(I swear it's not as bad as it sounds, but there's a lot going on over like six or seven years (I have some lore from when some of the characters are kids, and then it goes all the way to when they're adults) so when all of the events are compressed into one it sounds really bad. :V)

Content warnings if you do wanna proofread it:

A lot of hard vore (not explicity described, but it's mostly just the casual meantion of actually eating people) some religious themes (like how people would see strange things back in olden times and go 'it's the work of the devils, raaahhg') racism (hybrids, mostly) mentioned slavery, trafficking for slavery (again, poor hybrids) callus murder, abuse (probably? Idk, I'm just trying to cover all my bases) violence, sfw vore, g/t, swearing, starvation, mentioned torture (ish), and probably other things that I can't think of right now.

#bat's rambles #i suppose #maneater #mcyt g/t #halp #im having trouble going theough it myself #cause i already know everything thats going on and my brain automatically fills in any gaps so i dont realize that theyre there #which is frustrating cause it takes me a ehile to notice the plot holes #0~o #gn for now!#mcyt vore

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thefanciestborrower · 6 months

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Who of your OCs is mostly/only do fatal digestion vore, not bothering about if his meal willing or unwilling to became just fat?

Mm that’s kind of a hard question to answer since I don’t really have strict ‘vore’ OCs that I can separate out into like, safe and fatal and everything. They’re kinda just people, and the fact that most of them live in societies that are integrated predator and prey species means there’s less genuine predation among the sentient species. I used to have an old naga character named Vince who I suppose would fit into the category you described but I don’t really use him at all anymore. I’d probably say a few of my dragons would eat people for food since they’re, you know, dragons, but most of my characters aren’t very murderous and my villains aren’t terribly vorish so sorry about that

oh wait I’m stupid my monster boy Thidral definitely counts as a fatal pred. He’s just a weird giant slug spider thing who eats people cause he can lmao

#Uhhhh you could also count a mountain troll I had in an older short story of mine as a fatal oc #But he’s also dead now so 🤷🏻#When it comes to stuff like fatal vore I see it as more of a plot device than something a single character of mine is obsessed with #If that makes sense #so creatures like nagas and mini giants did used to prey on humans as a species technically #But in the times my various ocs live things like that are pretty uncommon #Actually vore in general isn’t overly common in my genuine oc writing so #But yeah dragons eat people so that’s something #And Thidral. He’s silly like that #Ask #anon ask #vore ask #fatal mention #Digestion mention

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pizza-games-and-more · 1 year

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Pizza Tower: The Series Episode Concept

Title: "The Root Of The Problem"

Season: 3

Summary: Noisette returns to the enchanted section of the forest to thank Clove for helping her earlier, but finds herself caught in one of the many curses that lay there. Will she be able to escape? The rest of the cast is having problems of their own due to an enraged Fake Peppino...

Notes: I wanted to continue the story of Noisette and Clove's building friendship (don't worry, it's nowhere NEAR as long, literally just one more episode after this one) before posting the Season Finale of Season 3 because I am just too excited to post it.

As Noisette enters the enchanted forest, she looks for the brightest lights. That's almost guaranteed to be where someone lives in this place. However, what she doesn't know is that she stepped in a trap. But it hasn't activated just yet...

As she makes her way further into the forest, she notices her legs getting heavier and heavier. Still determined, and believing she's just getting tired, she keeps going.

Eventually, as she arrives at a little area filled with books and a hammock, she finds that she can no longer move her legs. Right on cue, Clove arrives.

Clove harshly questions her coming back and tries to get her to leave, but once she tells him she can't and he takes a look at her legs (which now have roots growing out of them), he immediately changes his tone and tries to find the artifact needed to remove the curse that if left unchecked, will transform Noisette into a tree.

As he prepares the artifact to remove the curse, he expresses how he's baffled with how Noisette doesn't seem to be taking this seriously, instead just being her usual cheerful self. Her response:

Noisette: I'm not worried about that! Because you're here to help me!

Clove is speechless and simply frees her from the curse. To his surprise, she starts hugging him and thanking him. When he tells her to back off, she obliges, apologizing for being too forward "for a new friend".

As Noisette leaves, Clove hangs on to the words "new friend" before going to sleep in his hammock.

Over to the B-Plot.

During a picnic with the cast, Fake Peppino cheerfully watches some butterflies fluttering about without a care in the world. Then The Noise ruins it by crushing the butterflies into a pulp.

Fake Peppino gets pissed off and unleashes his enraged state. Starting off, he devours The Noise, then he starts mindlessly attacking the others.

Once The Noise manages to explain what's happened (which is a lot harder to do in this situation), Peppino decides to try to calm Fake down.

After a lot of failed attempts, he eventually does so by showing him another set of butterflies, which brings him back to his peaceful mood.

Noisette then enters the scene, seeing Peppino next to Fake Peppino, everyone else injured on the ground, and no Noise in sight.

When she asks where The Noise is, he lets her know in advance that it might be a while before he comes back home. Humorously, Noisette just accepts it like this is a normal thing.

Peppino asks Noisette how she stays so cheerful, to which she just giggles and the episode ends.

#pizza tower #concept: pizza tower the series #character: noisette #oc: clove #character: fake peppino #character: the noise #character: peppino #also yeah go ahead make all the vore jokes you want about the b-plot #just please dont actually treat it as serious vore it's just a comedy 90s cartoon trope

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novorehere · 1 year

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All you guys and your fun little vore stories with fun characters and fun abbreviations… You guys better stop or I’m gonna want to make my own 😳

#op #I haven’t really talked about it on here much but I DO have characters that have been rotating in my head for quite a while #and like. a whole plot and everything #but my executive dysfunction says mmmmno writing or drawing just thought only #plus I have literally four separate fics I need to be working on that I haven’t made progress on in months #Maybe perhaps you will meet them. one day #they’re still cooking rn #gotta let em cook #soft vore #safe vore #vore talk

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omg yea the villi would tickle ur right!! omg v.olo trying not to wiggle when he feels us moving around down there & he presses our spot a lil bit x3 uuu it would b fun to feel him squeeze us from outside like an extra hug!! & hed like finding where we are and feeling us move further in too no way we think he forgot us!!

omggg hes silly!! others might beleive it but we know the truth cuz were what his lower belly is rumbling about x3 i think it means we’re liked deep inside there!!

uuu n.aga!v.olo would look so good in the sun!! with his full wrigglily belly! how do you think he first gets the idea to be friends with us & swallow us? cuz yea he’s lonely as a human hed be rly lonely as a big snake guy :C

omg I like that alot!! weve been in his first stomach for a long time already and instead of letting us out those gurgly rumbles only pull us in deeper uuuu and he does a biiig sigh when he moves us in further cuz it feels soo good ❤️ or omg!! even further than the second stomach?? uuuuuuuuu wow he must rly enjoy us!! n.aga!v.olo doesnt want to let us out cuz we make him nice and full and he likes talking to us!! and every time he moves us deeper he gives the bulge we make a massage so we fit more cozy x3 i rly love thinking he keeps us in there for days its rly cute omgomg

i saw that!! did u read the part like “remember me as i am”?? hes so sad and I wanna know what happened to him & hes gonna be ok after the end of this right?? omg i got so scared for him v.olo u cant even see youre cared about poor man

if anything went wrong hed be right there to help!! uu shrunk to ten inches for m.erman!v.olo?? thats a rly cute size cuz hed have to work just a lil to swallow a few times to get us all the way down!! & wed make a smaalll bulge in his tummy outside uuu x3 i rly like this v.olo being playful and pritective of us at the same time!! we can move around a lil bit in his belly but its snug too

we can travel everywhere with him!! he wants to see all the myths in the oceans of the world & were his exploring buddy that hes a little more than friendly with ❤️ omg i hope he doesnt get hurt saving us!! maybe after he swallows us down and gets outta danger we can remind him to take a break & make sure hes okay!! we stay in his belly the entire time cuz he has to know we’ll be safe ofc x3

-v.olo uwu

Oh yes!! They'd tickle both him and us at the same time! x3 also V.olo might actually be quite ticklish if he wiggled so much in the first place! Hehe, in that case concealing our presence would end up being harder than it seemed! x3

Oooh I like the idea of trying to locate us to be a sort of game to him, like a vore version of Where's W.aldo? xD like where he's poking and rubbing his middle to look for small bumps and movements xD he'd definitely have his intestines squeeze a little bit around us too, especially when he finds our specific spot! Hehe x3 this cements the fact that there's no way he's going to forget about us if we're inside, oh dear xD and we're absolutely the reason behind those rumbles lmao, and that's just his digestive system trying to say we're an excellent meal! x3

Omg yeah he'd look so gorgeous!!! ✨ Relaxing in the sun, exposing his fangs as he does a big yawn, his shiny black and gold tail shimmering with the human-shaped bulge wriggling inside xD and I actually have two plot-ideas for a story involving n.aga!v.olo! I'm not normal about him lmao

Both stories would take place in H.isui, the first around the same chronological period as the P.LA events, the second one in modern times:

The classic monster-in-the-forest trope: rumors are spreading about a cruel, unforgiving half man-half snake creature in the H.eartwood, in the O.bsidian F.ieldlands. Everyone in J.ubilife V.illage is terrified by him, wild p.okemon stay clear of his cave.

We're tasked with exploring the area and figuring out if he actually exists and how much of a threat he is. Soon we stumble upon the cavern where he lives, but as we sneak inside we mess up and we alert him of our presence. We really don't want to hurt him, we're almost frozen in place, but before we can flee or summon our p.okemon partner we get caught and eaten safely, so he can get some answers out of us.

Bonding situations ensue once he realizes we're not after his throat and we're actually friendly and nice to have around, especially because he's been feeling lonely for so long and nobody ever dares approaching him. Plus he finds out he likes keeping us in his two stomachs, and beside the initial shock we don't really mind it afterwards xD

However, in the end we discover that K.amado actually knew n.aga!V.olo was real, and he sent us to investigate him just so he could get rid of us. Nobody is happy with this.

A Modern!AU story where n.aga!V.olo is our college roommate/study buddy, and we've been knowing him for so long. We don't know this, but we're actually his only friend. Unfortunately most people on campus are repulsed by him, despite his sweet and cheerful demeanor.

After revising our notes and manuals for hours, we're exhausted and can barely keep our eyes open. That's when V.olo offers to swallow us for the first time, assuring us it's all completely safe. We accept, and take a long nap inside as he keeps studying his own stuff.

He'd massage and stroke the bulge in his tail where we're in, and even play around a bit when he says he's gonna let us out, but instead we're sent deeper inside as everything around us gurgles and rumbles xD we enjoy his company however and we have no errands or places to be then, so we just relax some more and let him take care of us x3

Also I'm very glad we're both such huge fans of long-term endosoma/vore! We'd basically have a field day if n.aga!V.olo pushed us deeper to his small intestine and/or kept us inside for days xD perhaps it'd be a little cramped, but the warmth and the rubs would make it pretty cozy regardless x3 💕

Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!

Omgggg yeah that line!!! Omggggg... ;-; ;-; ;-;

"Please remember me as you've seen me during our time together."

It broke me tbh ;-; ;-; like... what do you mean V.olo?? Is he going to do something he knows he'll regret? Or that he's not fully in control of? 😭😭 Or perhaps he can feel he's going to disappear forever, so he wants us to remember him in his happiest moments... ;-; ;-; ;-; if this is true, it's supported by this other line of his:

"It's possible that either you or I could disappear from this world..."

Like jfc 😭😭 our man's perspective of the future and the world aren't too positive ;-; ;-; ;-; and considering his past and low self-worth, he probably sees everything as unchangeable and unfixable ;-; ;-; ;-; oh my gooood!! 😭😭

Omg yeah absolutely!! I picked this size because not only is it very cute, but he'd need a few gulps to send us down, and we'd leave a small bump too, which is super lovely! x3 His belly would feel slightly tighter, but we could still move around, it's pretty good imo! We adore snug stomachs! x3 💕 plus I feel like he'd be the perfect combination of protectiveness and playfulness, which is very fitting for a charming character like him! x3

Oooooh I like this a lot!! I'd love to be his travelling companion on his journeys, and help with his research by exploring ancient sea ruins and more! Btw I also had thought of a giant m.erman!V.olo, with us being of our normal height and him around 42'? This way he could protect us from P.rimal K.yogre for example, or other beeg sea p.okemon! x3 Regardless of his size though, as long as he can get away safely with us in tow, I'm happy and not terribly concerned 🥺 hopefully he doesn't get hurt! Especially if it was us that somehow drew the attention of those sea p.okemon! :(((((

Either way, we'd definitely check up on him after such a tense event, and depending on how he's doing we could either remain inside, or have him bring us out so we can maybe help him heal, or at the very list rub his stomach to make him feel better! 🥺🥺❤️❤️

#i loved this ask omggggggg #thank you dear v.olo uwu anon!!!!!#i hope you like the two plots for my stories hehehe #(who knows when i'll write them but it's so good to think about scenarios like these x3)#m.erman!v.olo #n.aga!v.olo #v.olo vore rambles #v.olo uwu anon #safe vore #g/t vore #half size vore #endosoma #small intestine #v0re #nonsexual vore #long term endosoma #long term vore

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