#unwilling to willing

[lesbianoms]

Hhhh ohh god fuck~ I’m in love with the concept of wlw long term melty digestion 🥵

Imagine two women who are seeing each other and the more dominant one coaxes her submissive partner into being eaten by her… she’s a bit reluctant, but does have to admit… it gives her a “funny feeling” to imagine, and she always wants to make her girlfriend happy… so she sheepishly agrees…

And after she gets swallowed, maybe she’s whining and protesting a bit… with little kicks to the inside of her gf’s big, swollen belly. The pred lets out a belch and rolls her eyes, giving her gut a teasing pat. Always a drama queen, this one. But the pred knows she’ll be fine, and so she stretches across the bed, ready to sleep off her big meal~

Throughout the night, the pred’s stomach gets louder and the prey’s muffled sounds get softer… quieter… subdued <3… she sounds almost peaceful as she gets churned by the belly of her beloved~

It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit of a strange experience. She moans from within the rotund belly and whimpers pitifully as her form is melting and bubbling away. And eventually, at some point in the early morning, the sounds stop all together 💕

The pred hums in her sleep and places a hand over her hard-working gut; it’s all soft and sloshy now. Her tummy lets out a long groan in response to being touched. The middle begins to sag, and there’s a big scchlrp… sssqquelch~ as what’s left of her sweet girlfriend collapses beneath those churning stomach walls. All sludge now~ ☠️🫧

In the morning the pred kneads and rubs a much smaller stomach, getting aroused by the feeling of her prey shifting around and slipping deeper into her guts for even more lengthy digestion <3

“See? I’m so happy you came around, darling~”

ggggrrr…rrRRGGL…….

Of course, when her beloved DOES come back, she’ll have to tease her and cuddle her and tell her what a wonderful evening snack she made… but for now she just enjoys her partner’s eventual dedication to making her all soft❤️🥰

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore writing #wlw vore #vore scenario #vore talk #digestion #unwilling prey #well… kind of #implied reformation #unwilling to willing #vore digestion #f/f vore #pred/prey #reformation vore

[lovelymlem]

How did Stanley and The Narrator introduce the whole vore thing to eachother? As in who came up with it first that is. I would bet whoever was being told the idea was very surprised like: “I’m sorry what?! Why?! That doesn’t seem safe at all!!??” 😂

(Also I’ve decided to put a little emoji to mark my asks from now on :p )

-🎉

Well, it was mostly narrators idea-

STORY TIME :D

The narrator was watching stanley in the void, watching as he went to the right door. "This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well." The narrator said in exasperation, his thumb and index finger resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Stanley ignored his words and strolled past the employee lounge before the narrator could even talk. "Ah, yes. Truly a room wo- HEY!" The narrator snapped at stanley. He sneered in irritation, watching Stanley walk past the lounge. He cleared his throat and sighed. "But eager to get back to business, Stanley took the first open door to his left.". Stanley looked up at the narrator, purple circles under his eyes as he frowned at him.

Stanley looked at the door and walked past it. He went over and sat in a small corner, curling up. "Stanley? Is something the matter?" the narrator asked, his voice becoming calmer. Stanley simply just sits there, not bothering to even look up or sign a response. "Hm. Well, it's clear something is bothering you.." Narrator mumbled. "Alright. That's it. I'm pausing the story. At least until you're in a much better mental state."

Stanley slowly looked up at the ceiling, a little bit of happiness twinkling in his eyes. "Ohh, don't give me that look. I'm only doing this for me, as a way to um.. well.. that's not important.." the narrator scoffed. The narrator walked around the void, looking for a room to put Stanley in. "The broom closet isn't very comfy, and those couches have broken springs." He muttered as he looked. Stanley felt his eyes droop as he listened to the narrators voice.

The narrator looked for a few more minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. He heard his stomach rumble. Great. Just what he needed. He groans before an idea pops into his head. "No! It'd be too risky." Narrator said, shaking his head in disbelief at the thought. "Though.. it wouldn't hurt to try." He said, raising an eyebrow. He pressed his hand to his middle and glanced at Stanley, hesitation making him frozen for a long minute.

Stanley, at this point, was already halfway asleep until suddenly a large "THUD" awoke him. He looked around in a panic and saw a large hand reaching for him. Adrenaline set in and he rose to his feet, sprinting towards the hallway door to make a way to the cargo lift, but it was locked. Fear inside Stanleys body set in, his heart racing fast, as he saw the shadow closing in around him. He whimpered, yanking the doorknob until he felt the hands fingers wrap around his upper half and legs, as he's lifted up. He closed his eyes as he felt his body being elevated. When he opened them again, he saw he was infront of the narrator. "Now now, no need for the shakes, Stanley, your quite alright." The narrator said. "I couldn't find a proper room to put you in.." he said, sounding somewhat apologetic. "You'll just have to trust me."

Stanley furrowed his eyebrows, confused on Narrators statement, until he saw the Narrators maw open. The adrenaline was back, and he struggled, trying to get away, as his body was carried closer to the giants mouth. The narrator gently placed stanley inside, feeling the little mans weight setting on his tongue. Saliva was coating poor Stanleys hands and clothes as he looked around, confused. He whined as the tongue turned and tossed, moving his body as if he was a piece of candy, as Stanley tried to pushing it back and even lifting it.

The narrator desperately tried to get stanley back on his tongue so he could swallow him, but he was having problems each time Stanley fought his tongue. He sighed and tilted his head back, feeling Stanley finally slid backwards. He tasted something else besides Stanley.. tears. Guilt wrenched into the giants heart. He frowned as he tasted them, he really didn't mean stanley any harm. "Stanley.. You're gonna be fine. I promise." The narrator said, trying to calm him down. "I won't hurt you."

Stanley looked around, still frightened, tears pouring down his eyes. "Just trust me." The narrator said. "Whenever you're ready, I'll swallow."

Stanley looked down, seeing the muscles of Narrators tight throat. He contemplated it, though still frightened by the idea, maybe the narrator won't hurt him? Stanley laid down on the tongue, signaling Narrator that he was ready. "Good." Narrator smiled a bit, before gulping Stanley down.

Stanley closed his eyes as he was moved downwards, the muscles of Narrators throat squeezing him as he traveled down. Not even a moment later, he entered his stomach. It was a golden yellow colour, and there was a puddle of saliva at the bottom. He heard the Narrator let out a content sigh as he sat up. He felt the walls, the texture squishy and wet. It was pretty warm inside, and he could hear Narrators heartbeat. "Are you alright in there, Stanley?" The narrator asked, putting a hand on his middle again. He felt Stanley move a bit, giving him a sign that he was alright. "Alright. Now, you get some rest, and once you've awoken, we'll continue the story." The Narrator said, sitting down onto the void floor. Stanley nodded, the same droopy eyelids returning as he relaxed, the heartbeat of the narrator lulling him to sleep.

And that's how Stanley and Narrator got into the vore thing :D

#lovelymlem #v0re blog #safe v0re #soft v0re #v0r3 #safe vore #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #willing v0r3 #unwilling to willing #willing prey #willing vore #the stanley palatable #the stanley parable narrator #extreme cuddling

[vorthodoxy]

A is super pregnant, their partner B is a pred but keeps it a secret. A has been feeling intense cravings no ordinary food can satisfy, so B has to out themselves and feed people to A for the good of their babies

as your belly has ballooned out with your partner's litter, you've had plenty of odd cravings, especially in the first trimester. most of the time your partner's midnight snack runs were able to satiate them, but at one point you realised you were hungry for something you could never put your finger on.

that hunger never went away. it could be mitigated with other binges, but even as you grew bigger and bigger, there's been an increasingly irksome sense of emptiness.

now, in the third trimester, that emptiness is starting to cause you real distress. it just won't go away, no matter what you eat. what if it starts hurting the babies? are you a bad parent because you can't keep your children fed, even before they're born?

your partner walks in on you one day, caressing your huge belly, sniffling, overcome with emotion (the hormones certainly don't help). you try to explain your cravings to them, but don't have the words-- you're just so hungry...

which is when they confess their history to you.

you're shocked, but... you love them. you've always felt safe with them. everyone has dirty laundry, everyone has secrets, and you're glad they shared them with you... even if it does make you look at them a bit differently.

but you aren't ready for this. you aren't ready to follow their example. it's wrong, isn't it? you've loved every second of your pregnancy, watching your belly grow, because it's creating life, not destroying it. (your partner frowns at this-- they prefer to think of it as transforming rather than destroying.) it's... well, it's monstrous.

isn't it?

and then there your partner is, and they have someone with them. the stranger is blindfolded and naked, but they don't look afraid. just confused. they genuinely have no idea what's about to happen.

neither do you, really. you start to protest, indignant on the stranger's behalf, but then... your stomach rumbles. your babies are kicking. you feel so, so hungry, it's almost hard to think, and your partner shushes you, caressing your face and belly and kissing you tenderly on the lips, before gently holding your mouth open and guiding the stranger's hands down your throat.

the trepidation, shame, and fear you feel at the mere suggestion of eating someone whole. like a monster. all of those feelings disappearing the moment you start gulping them down.

your cravings, which have been plaguing you for months, are roaring in delight and satisfaction-- it just feels so good-- you need this person, this prey, this food to be inside you. they BELONG inside you.

you swallow more and more needily, shoving their soft, delicious flesh as deep into you as you can, finally sealing them away in your ravenous, baby-laden belly, which is now weighing twice as heavily against your thighs. you're gasping for air, which turns into gasping in relief as you finally, FINALLY feel that hunger disappear. and then you take a long, rattling breath, as your body reacts to the new weight you've acquired... there's so much pressure down there, and all of that squirming movement from your bewildered meal is hitting some very good spots…

your partner massages the stretching, rippling skin of your gut as you wiggle your hips, pressing your sensitive thighs against the great fleshy orb, and warmth floods your entire being, from belly button to fingertips. it hits so fast that you can barely get a word out before you're shuddering, and moaning, and grasping your immense belly as pleasure rocks through your system.

you just came. you ate someone, and it felt so good that it made you cum.

your partner grins, praising you for making sure their babies are well fed. they can't wait to see what this new diet will do to your gravid body.

#preg pred #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #sub preds sub preds sub preds #asks #97th

[withoutalice]

i fell asleep at my drawing tablet for this-

[based on this]

#PLEASE CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY #just a sketch for now #do you see my vision #voreformers #transvoremers #fort/ress max/imus #ru/ng #my art #unwilling to willing #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #safe vore

[qualityfunnyscenariosfire]

HEY

Ik I haven't msde official posts in a long time but do you guys want vore stories again? Idk

#male pred #female pred #soft vore #size difference #monster vore #vore scenarios #vore belly #vore stories #willing prey #extreme cuddling #safe vore #unwilling prey #unwilling to willing #unwilling vore #a/n #v.ore #v//ore #soft v/ore #safe v/ore #v/0re #v/ore

[nightmarevore]

I Get A Craving and I Wake Up For You

Size on The Side Verse, Info Here.

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.

#size on the side #sots #luke #rowan #luke and rowan #soft vore #safe vore #fearplay #g/t #g/t vore #two awkward boys want to do a vore but are afraid to tell each other #unwilling to willing #v0re #vore writing #forage writes #endosoma #fugue state pred #extreme cuddling #if you know what song the title comes from props to you #vore with a lot of plot oh my god #I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You #ask to tag

[wutwutno1]

J nomming a tiny Doll who accidentally shrunk herself during the skirmish between her, J, and Tessa. OMG what if Tessa fed Doll to J??

J doesn't really like Doll.

When J first met Doll with Tessa, J knew there was something off about the little red-eyed drone with purple hair.

Doll came off as aggressive and overconfident. J heard about how Doll methodically killed people for what J believed to be an inefficient and wasteful plan to kill her friend, V. However, as much as J didn't like her, Tessa loved Doll, viewing her as if she was one of her own drones like J, V, and N.

So right now, J was waiting for Doll to come back. It was extra cold this night and it showed on Tessa, who was shivering even through her specialized space suit.

"Bloody hell. It's cold out here, J. We probably should've waited in the ship." Tessa spoke through gritted teeth. J looked over at her while sitting on a post. "Well Doll said she would be back tonight with the key, and to meet her right here. So, I don't see any other option." Tessa sighed and began to pace, trying to keep up her blood flow. "I know that. How are you not freezing J? I thought drones could feel and react to temperature like humans." J smiled as she responded with, "We do, I also just so happen to be constantly overheating, so it kinda cancels out."

A few feet away from the pair came a ball of red lightning, signifying Doll's return. Tessa and J watched on as the lightning dissipated and revealed Doll. However, she was only about the size of J's hand. Doll stood there shocked while Tessa and J watched on agape.

"Что за—?" ("What the—?") Doll began when she was immediately cut off by Tessa, "Oh my god! Doll, you're so cute!"

Tessa reached down and picked up the mini Doll, who squirmed in her hand. "эй! Отпусти меня! Отпусти меня!" ("Hey! Let me go! Let me go!") J looks over Tessa's shoulder at Doll.

"How did this happen?" J questions. "Незначительный просчет." ("Minor miscalculation.") Tessa opens her palm flat, allowing Doll to sit down and breathe more comfortably. Tessa asks, "Doll, did ya get the key?"

"Да, да. У меня дурацкая проблема с ключом." ("Yes yes. I got the stupid key bug thing.") Doll then reaches into her dress and pulls out the keybug, the only problem is that it's much too small.

"Huh. Must've gotten shrunk when she did, ey J?" J nods and looks back at Doll. "Can you unshrink, or something? That bug needs to be normal."

"Думаю, да. Мне просто нужно больше масла для телепортации. А пока я—" ("I think so. I just need more oil to teleport with. Until then I—") Doll then breaks out into a shiver, the abnormaly cold air mixed with her extra small size finally catching up with her. "Боже, как холодно." ("Jeeze, it's cold.") "Oh dear, you poor thing. We'll get you warmed up, right J?" Tessa turned to J, who looked slightly disappointed at the events unfolding. "Of course, boss." Tessa looked down at the borrower-sized drone in her hand and placed a hand on her chin. "Of course, we need to figure out a way how. What to do..."

J began thinking. She didn't like Doll, but Tessa did. So she couldn't do anything to hurt Doll, but this could be her only chance to get revenge on behalf of V. Honestly, she could forgive all of that if Doll didn't do the one thing the workaholic bootlicker J considered unforgivable; messing up her job.

J began to grin, figuring out the perfect punishment while still looking like she was helping. Something that even Tessa could get behind.

"Hey Tessa, I have an idea." J spoke in a sickly sweet voice, however Tessa didn't seem to notice. "Yes, J? What is it?" J sat down on her post, grinning ear to ear. "I'm constantly overheating, right? So I was thinking we could put her inside of me somehow, like..." J paused for a second before snapping her fingers. She placed one hand over her abdomen and pointed at it with the other, "my stomach!" "Подожди, что?" ("Wait, what?")

Tessa barely gave it two thoughts before nodding her head. "Good idea J! Let's do it!" Tessa picked up Doll by the back of her shirt and began to carry her over to J. Doll began to squirm and panic.

"Подожди! Подожди! Не скармливай меня ей! Я не еда! Я не конфета!" ("Wait! Wait! Don't feed me to her! I'm not food! I'm not candy!") "J, can you translate? I don't understand Russian. She seems to be freaking out." J's grin grew wider as she now had full control over the situation.

"Oh, she's just begging for warmth. She only looks scared 'cause she's cold!" Tessa stands about a foot away from J, looking down at her. "Well okay! Open up!" J did as she was told, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, giving Tessa and Doll a clear view of the back of her mouth and the top of her throat. "нет! Нет! Остановись!» Остановись!" ("No! No! Stop! Stop!")

Tessa slowly slid the squirming worker drone into J's mouth, the latter closing her mouth behind Doll softly onto Tessa's fingers. Tessa let go of Doll, who began to struggle harder inside J's mouth. Doll's voice muffled to the point of being unintelligible as Tessa slid her fingers out of J's mouth.

"Ew, J!" Tessa squealed playfully, whipping what little saliva got on her glove off.

Inside J's mouth, Doll was freaking out. She squirmed and struggled. Doll clutched onto J's tongue in the hope that it would prevent her from being swallowed. Doll felt her legs get pulled inside J's powerful throat, the tugging slowly pealing Doll off J's tongue.

" Подожди! Остановись!» Выплюнь меня!" ("Wait! Stop! Spit me out!") Doll cried out as her arms let go of J's tongue. She grasped desperately, but with one last gulp, J swallowed Doll whole squirming and fighting all the way down into her stomach.

"Gulp!" Tessa traced Doll's descent down J's throat with her finger until she reached J's chest. "Did you just say gulp, J?" Tessa giggled as J smiled, "Hey, you were the one who deleted gulp.mp3."

Tessa began to laugh audibly when she stood up. "Fair. I wonder how Doll's doing in there." J patted her stomach and grinned, "Oh, she's having the time of her life."

Inside of J, Doll was not having the time of her life. She lay in the soft plush of J's gut, getting churned and pushed with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. Doll couldn't do anything at the moment but take it. She didn't have the oil level to use her Absolute Solver, her squirms and fighting only got absorbed by the thick plush that surrounded J's stomach, and her yelling probably couldn't be heard by Tessa, and even if it could, Tessa still couldn't understand Doll.

Doll was had, and she knew it. Her only choice now was to wait for J to let her out. She knew J wouldn't digest her. She had the key and was the only one who could unshrink it. However, another thought came into her mind. She realized that J's stomach was actually kind of nice. The warmth was perfect, especially after what she had just experienced outside. The churning and the soft contractions of the belly walls worked to massage the stress in her over-tensed joints.

Doll didn't have anything to worry about in J's belly. For the first time in what felt like forever, Doll relaxed.

"Righy-O, J. Let's get back to the ship and warm up. We can get Doll the oil she needs in a bit." Tessa stood up and stretched. She patted her sheath and holster, making sure her weapons were secured, and turned around, only to come face-to-face with an emo worker drone with N and V behind her, all standing in a fight pose.

"Huh—?"

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Sorry if my translation is off. I don't speak, nor understand Russian, but I wanted to try to write it in. Any help in fixing translation errors will be much appreciated.

#murder drones #murder noms #vore writing #sfw vore #murder drones doll #g/t vore #murder drones j #murder drones tessa #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #soft vore #safe vore #good intentions #bad intentions

[stormtheskyelf2]

VORE RANNT

I am a sucker for unwilling to willing prey, with unaware/unwilling/mind controlled preds. I have a favorite writing that emphasises it, and it's not even meant to be unwilling to willing/unaware pred.

I think it's by.. croissantatwaitrose? (not tagging them because we're don't interact AT ALL) This is the particular part, in their mini among us vore story (for the ask of the crewmate in the family of imposters:

"The crewmate’s cries and pleas were only met with small rubs and pleased hums."

Now, this is not unwilling to willing, nor is it unaware, unwilling pred.

However if you look at it from the angle of "The pred had been reduced to primal instincts to store their loved one close inside them", this becomes AWESOME. It's a adorable: the thought that although the imposter/pred/whatever species you have is currently on RaptorMode(TM), they still want to hold their prey in that special pouch right below their heart, storing them safely and keeping them close, though.. they're on RaptorMode(TM). They haven't exactly EXPLAINED anything. So naturally, prey/crewmate/whatever panics, being met with, per croissants' writing, "small rubs and pleased hums", and only to eventually realize that they're perfectly fine, undigested.

To which that case they flop down inside and rub the soft flesh, mentally preparing to dish out a chiding when they get back home :D

#vore rant #stormtheskyelf spills #safe vore #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #g/t vore? #soft vore #among us vore #croissantatwaitrose #unaware pred #instinct pred #unwilling to willing

[cowardlysimon]

in honor of me surviving finals I drew Mad, Hatter,

it is 5 AM BY THE WAY I ACCIDENTALLY WOKE UP AFTER ACCIDENTALLY FALLING ASLEEP

hate this Bro 😭😭😭

#v.ore #v/ore #soft vore #v0r3 #safe vore #male pred #willing vore #unwilling to willing #male vore #male predator #g/t vore #gt vore #v0re #willing prey #unwilling prey #unwilling vore

[lesbianoms]

I honestly love the idea of a prey whimpering and begging for their life suddenly getting incredibly aroused and blissful once digestion actually starts. It's like being comforted in the most intimate way after experiencing such a dramatic emotional shift. One moment they feel like their entire world is ending, and then the next they're being cradled tight and held so close in such a warm and oddly comforting way. Getting digested is almost therapeutic for them.

The pred pats and rubs their belly, relishing in their prey's muffled moans, which they can feel throughout their entire body. It seems like their meal has finally settled down. And for the prey, it feels sooooo so good in there... they might be trapped inside of a stomach, but everything is just so warm now... and gooey...

And it almost feels loving in an odd, animalistic way. With the acids relaxing their tension, allowing them to let their guard down, the prey accepts their fate and gives themselves over to pleasure and peace, as they slowly gurgle into a shapeless lump within the pred's big belly. One of the last things they hear before resigning themselves to eternal bliss is the loud, satisfied belch of their pred. They wouldn't have it any other way now, honestly <3

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #romantic vore #digestion #fatal vore #willing prey #an otp i can’t tag #vore scenario #painless digestion #all my digestion is painless but its really emphasized here #unwilling to willing #vore kink

[starlightgirl242]

Voretober Day 23: Stranger

Starlight Lapis understands that she couldn’t take candy from strangers.

Despite the temptation, when she’s normal sized, she refused their sugary offer.

However, if she’s larger than a 2 story house, she’ll snatch the candy bowl along with the stranger.

(I’m back! Sorry about uploading the Voretober drawings in November. I took a small break, but now I’m back! I’ll do these pictures little by little.)

#soft vore #safe vore #gt vore #willing pred #willing vore #unwilling to willing #wholesome vore #endosoma #vore art #voretober #lapis oc #oc vore

[lovelymlem]

Narrator wants to enjoy Stanley internally, but Stanleys not to sure about the idea..

but eventually Stanley finally gets used to the gut again :)

#safe v0re #safe vore #soft v0re #v0r3 #v0re blog #lovelymlem #stanley x narrator #belch #tsp narrator #the stanley parable narrator #the stanley palatable #tsp vore #tsp stanley #unwilling to willing

[benjaminthewolf]

Grooming Gone Wrong (OC Vore Story)

Hey, y’all remember Maxus and Cami, don’t you? Well they’re back, and this time, Cami gets to be the pred! Plus, another character playing the observer role! 

(Cami’s pronouns are he/they, and it switches between clusters of paragraphs.)

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     “*Pft*... I still don’t understand why I can’t just take a shower…” Maxus grumbled out in irritation while firmly crossing his arms as his currently much larger Catboy friend Cami continued to gently stroke his dark blue tongue across the tiny man’s being, attempting to remove any built-up grime or muck from his body as such. All whilst holding his eyes shut, of course.     

     “Just let Cami groom you, Maxus! He’s trying to do something nice!” Luax, Maxus’ also shrunken cousin, calmly attempted to reassure the grumpy little Incrediman while perched on top of the contented catboy’s shoulder. Luax wore a long, silky black and blue dress that had the fabric type and thickness of a jacket. She had long, jet black hair with some of the ends that dangled in front dyed light blue. She had a floating tiny hat, large, yellow, feathery wings, and blue eyes. Like all Incredapeople, Luax had skin the color white, just as Cami and Maxus.

     Muttering a little under his breath as Cami’s wet, sticky Catboy saliva continued to soak his being, Maxus rhythmically tapped his foot in slight frustration on top of the catboy’s dark blue paws. Gently stroking Maxus’ equally dark blue wings with his tongue’s squishy, slick form, Cami’s warm drool soaked into his good friend’s light, yellow sweater, causing him to only get more irritated by the second.

     Still, Maxus wasn’t really about to object to the kind deed, and as such, he simply decided to stay put. 

     ……until Cami’s tongue seemingly decided to make the shrunken man move for him, that was.

     To Cami, all it was was a slightly harder lick. He didn’t mean for anything else to happen. Unfortunately for him, however, due to the level of roughness that his tongue brushed against Maxus with, completely unbeknownst to the poor larger Catboy, his tiny little buddy had accidentally gotten scooped up by the slimy, smooth muscle, causing Maxus to get retracted back into Cami’s mouth along with the tongue as a result.

     Cami only let out a confused purr on the outside as Luax atop their shoulder began to gently tug at their own yellow sweater.

     “Um…Cami?”

     Instantly re-opening their eyes, Cami swiveled their head around to Luax’s worried gaze, before suddenly, a great weight upon his tongue became detectable to them.

     Maxus was laying flat on his face inside the maw, doing his very best to suppress any rising urges to scream directly into it like one would a pillow whilst gently grasping some of the soaking, warm muscle. Upon having taken those necessary moments to get it all out of his system, however, Maxus raised up his head, that which was now thoroughly soaked in saliva, before immediately letting out a deep, elongated sigh. Cami’s gullet was right there, staring him down with its gaping, darkened confines, while Maxus attempted to once again get some form of a grip upon the rather slippery floor. The habitually grumpy Incrediman did enjoy getting nomed by his friends in order to relax inside their tummies from time to time, however, now was quite certainly NOT one of those times.

     Cami had all but figured out what was going on at this point, and was just about to spit Maxus back out into their paw and probably just let him take his shower like he had wanted to do in the first place, before all of a sudden, back inside the maw, disaster finally struk.

     Once Maxus had finally managed to get his hands to stop slipping, he was rather intent on picking himself back up so he may tell Cami to let him out, before, in merely a single, tiny instant, and a rather aggressive and abrupt instant at that, Maxus’ head struck against something rather soft and dangly, before the instantaneous rush of realization practically froze the poor Incrediman’s body in time for a few seconds, thus causing him to disheartenedly shake his head.

     “Craaaaaaaaaaaaap……” he groaned out somber understanding as his eyes made visual contact with the plump, hanging form of the larger Catboy’s uvula. Maxus knew what was going to happen because of this. He knew it had been caused by what was absolutely, positively, just an accident, and yet, nowhere in his being, currently existed any capacity whatsoever, to process the situation calmly.

     Cami on the outside could only let out a single frightened “MEOW!” before his shoulder buddy Luax suddenly noticed a generously sized bulge traveling down the startled catboy’s throat, causing her to drone out a sympathetic “Ooooooo……..” for a while as a result.

     Cami swiftly shook his entire form down before letting out a rather worried “Mrrrp-” able to pick up Luax flying up to his neck just a few seconds later before she placed her hand on the…

     It was right then and there that Cami understood.

     “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Maxus, please! I am so sorry!” Cami apologetically stammered out now that he was able to speak properly again.

     Only silence was emitted from the anxious catboy’s esophagus.

     “Hey, uh, Maxus!” Luax decided to speak up so she may at least attempt to soothe her obviously rather ticked off cousin’s nerves. “Maxus, whatever happened with you in there, I’m sure it was only just an accident! Neither you or Cami caused this to happen on purpose! You’ve got to… *Sigh* please…just let us know you heard us, Maxus!”

     Still no response.

    “*Sigh* Well, alright then, I guess I’ll just let you calm down.” Luax eventually conceded. “Just…I’m here if you want to talk about it, okay?” 

     With that, a rather concerned yet currently helpless Luax merely flew back over to Cami’s shoulder, perching on top of it gently before giving the still remorseful catboy a few gentle pats upon his shoulder. Sensing Luax’s consolidation, Cami’s expression softened, carefully reaching over to give the tiny woman some gentle, ginger pats on the head as a result. He considered for a second giving her a thank-you lick, but this idea was rather quickly shelved when his brain inevitably came back ‘round to why he needed consolidation in the first place. As such, he just ended up sticking with the pats.

     Placing his other paw softly against his throat, Cami was barely able to sense the bulge traversing down before it made its way behind his collarbone, letting him know his most likely still grouchy friend was rather close to his stomach. Thus, ultimately deciding to put one foot in front of the other in the direction of the light pink couch in the room, Cami casually plopped himself down upon it, gently placing a hand on his tummy as such, as Maxus on the inside only continued his journey down.

     As one would naturally expect from the poor little Incrediman, Maxus was currently in the process of merely letting all his emotions flow as the tight, squelching esophageal walls around him rhythmically squeezed him forwards, somewhat helping him relieve all the tension in his being in the process, due to how the muscles massaged and kneaded themselves around his tiny being.

     Eventually, once Maxus was, for the most part, relaxed, he suddenly realized he was able to sense not only the deep, constant pounding of Cami’s heartbeat, but also the gurgling and growling of his churning stomach chamber below. 

     “I must’ve been lost in my emotions for longer than I thought…” he reasoned to himself as the lower esophageal sphincter at last entered his sight.

     Getting squeezed out into the shifting, dark blue organ as such, Maxus splashed down without issue into the harmless liquid pool below. Knowing that there was no use in trying to shake off the stuff since he was already completely soaked in it, Maxus merely noted to himself that the very first thing he was going to do once he got out of here would be take a shower, before shuffling on his knees over towards the stomach wall. He had a feeling that either Luax, Cami, or the both of them wanted to hear from him, so he gently squeezed his head against the goopy, warm walls and merely waited for one of them to speak up.

     Cami on the outside had been able to feel the tiny man plunging down into their guts, and as a result, gave the thing a few soft pats while Luax slowly climbed down from their shoulder and laid herself comfortably onto the larger catboy’s stomach in order to try and communicate with Maxus again. Listening closely at all the noises emulating from the great grumbling chamber, Luax took in a deep breath and spoke out to her cousin once more.

     “Hey Maxus, you doing okay in there, buddy?”

     Maxus calmly let out a prempatae sigh to himself once Luax had finished speaking. He now knew he was good to respond. Thus, taking the side of his head off of the slick, shifting walls, Maxus leaned in close to the dark blue mass of muscles, before taking in a deep breath and finally, for the first time since he had been on the inside, letting his words flow.

     “Yeah. I’m fine. Sorry I got all uptight back there. I still need to work on that. But…I’m okay now. Mostly calmed down. Y-you don’t really need to worry about me, is what I’m trying to say.”

     Giving a few sympathetic nods, Luax gently pat down Cami’s guts hoping that Maxus on the inside could feel them.

     “It's alright, Maxus, no harm done!” she calmly assured the man while Cami readied themself to speak as well.

     “I’ll let you out as soon as you’re ready, buddy. And…then I’ll let you take your shower.” they added while Luax started giving the stomach some smooth, gentle rubs, thus causing the larger catboy to start purring contentedly. Giving Luax a thankful glance, the shrunken woman only responded with a smile before going back to trying to help her poor little cousin on the inside.

     Maxus was, at this point, all but completely over what had just happened to him, and as a result, while slowly pressing himself into the flexible, squishy walls and nuzzling his head and hands around the thing, Maxus was soon able to hear Cami’s now much louder purring despite the natural white noise within the organ, causing him to let out a slight smile as well.

     Eventually, Maxus’ body went still once more, and now that the situation had been completely defused, and everyone was on good terms again, the now soothed Incrediman couldn’t help but let one last sentence escape from his lips.

     “Sorry again for all that back there. I really don’t want to be known by you guys as a grouchypants, but…well it just kind of happens sometimes.”

     Luax, almost instinctively lurching forward with a lighthearted *PFFFFFT!* sound, began aggressively chortling at Maxus’ statement, causing Cami to give an amused ear twitch as such.

     “A grouchypants? Really Maxus?”

     Rolling his eyes in good spirits and letting out a soft chuckle. 

     “Well…I guess that’s one way to get started, then is it?”

     As such, as the two shrunken Incredapeople and one larger catboy lay peacefully on the couch, the wholesome moment of the three of them merely bonding over the word “Grouchypants” continued on forth, finally letting Maxus release all the remaining minutia of tension as his heart became tranquil at last. Laying his head back down against Cami’s stomach wall, the tiny Incrediman was only able to sigh one last time while the dark blue stomach walls around him only continued to churn, thoroughly washing off any and all of the previously built up filth, that was indeed the very thing that had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

     “You’re not a grumpypants, Maxus, so please, try not to worry!”

     At Luax’s reassuring comment, Maxus’ smile widened.

     “I won’t, Luax. Seriously. I won’t.”

#soft vore #safe vore #oc vore #male pred #male prey #m/m vore #accidental vore #unwilling to willing #vore story #vore stories #vore writing #gt vore #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #wholesome vore #endosoma #v.ore #v/ore #vor3 #v0re #v0r3 #male vore #male predador #normalize being a grumpypants #human pred #human prey #human vore

[vorthodoxy]

prey who begs their sweet but reluctant pred to give in to their instincts, to gobble them up, to churn them up and melt them and reduce them to nothing but new weight hanging off their thighs~

#reluctant pred #unwilling to willing #willing #digestion

[withoutalice]

Max/Rung unwilling but ultimately safe v0re send post

#voreformers #transvoremers #unwilling prey #unwilling to willing

[gay-jesus-probably]

Seeing as the Gerudo turned on Ganon, he might not have been that much better of a ruler.

First of all, we literally have no idea, because the only ancient Gerudo that we actually get to interact with is Ganondorf himself, and he has nothing to say about his own people. The ancient Gerudo sage doesn't count btw, she doesn't have a name, we never even see her face, and she has literally nothing to say except repeating the exact same dialogue as the sages for the other races. The narrative does not treat the ancient sages as people; they are four completely interchangable weapons that are owned by the royal family.

And secondly, I don't care how Ganon ruled them; the Gerudo only get one man every century, if their king sucks, they've obviously got their own system of government to fall back on. I have no idea what kind of authority the sages had among their own people, but honestly I'd say if the four of them were in charge of their respective people, then they were just puppet rulers appointed by Rauru, given that all four of them happily agreed that to sell their entire race into servitude the second Zelda asked them. Say what you will about Ganondorf, but I fucking know that if he was told the Gerudo people existed for the sole purpose of serving the glory of Hyrule, he'd drop kick Zelda into the fucking sun.

And don't get me started on the implications of the cultural differences we see between the independent Gerudo and the annexed Gerudo. The background Gerudo characters all have their own models, and we can clearly see that the ones siding with Ganon have their own unique looks - for example, the amazing lady with the mohawk that summons the molduga swarm in that one flashback. And men are never mentioned in these flashbacks at all, which implies that the Gerudo genuinely didn't care about settling down. Ganon even speaks derisively about marriage, implying that it's very rare for Gerudo women to make serious romantic commitments with men. It implies that their culture is more along the same line as their portrayal in OOT - they are a closed culture. Men trying to force their way into their areas are arrested, and mocked for being entitled dumbasses. Outsiders are only welcome if they can prove that they respect the Gerudo as people, and aren't just there to try and pick up chicks. It's never outright said, but OOT also makes it pretty clear that the Gerudo women just aren't interested in marrying outsiders - close relationships occur with other Gerudo, Hylian men are only considered useful for making babies.

Meanwhile the Gerudo we see serving Hyrule are all trying to measure up to Hylian beauty standards, and appeal to their men. Their one goal in life is to meet a man and get married. Men are welcome in their lands, and only kept out of the town itself... and even then, there's a small army of guys trying to force their way into the town anyways, which is brushed off as just haha, boys will be boys. No men allowed isn't even about independence, it's just a silly romantic tradition.

Of course this is just a fictional culture in a game world, but it's still really fucking uncomfortable that the 'evil' Gerudo are the ones that have independence, both politically and socially, and display a unique culture that refuses to tolerate disrespect from outsiders. Meanwhile the 'good' Gerudo are the ones that canonically exist to serve a kingdom where 95% of the population is light skinned (even setting aside the unfortunate implications, just saying one race exists to serve a different one is super fucked up), they have classes on how to be more appealing to Hylian's, and their entire social structure is built around finding a Hylian man to marry, making them all inherently dependent on the goodwill of outsiders. Even their biggest value of 'women only' is treated as a joke; men trying to trespass in BOTW are just shoved back out the door, letting them keep trying all day if they want. The crowds of men plotting to force their way in are laughed off as a joke. Nobody cares that there's a guy running laps around their city walls and trying to trick women into being alone with him. I mean for fucks sake, in TOTK we find that the creepy guy trying to lure women away has taken advantage of a massive disaster to get into the town, and he's still there once things return to normal. You can't kick him out, or alert anyone to his presence. And the Gerudo just tolerate Hylians blatantly ignoring their boundaries. For fucks sake, TOTK even reveals that the seven legendary heroines they've been revering the whole time were actually completely useless and unable to achieve anything... because they needed the eighth hero, a Hylian man to teach them basic tactics and do all the heavy lifting.

TOTK does not respect the Gerudo people in the slightest. It doesn't respect anyone who isn't Hylian or Zonai.

...This got a little off track, but the point I'm trying to make is, no, I don't consider the Gerudo turning on Ganon to mean anything. The entire game does not feel like the real story of what happened, it feels like the propaganda version of history meant to make Hyrule look as good as possible. I genuinely cannot believe that we're being told the real story about the Imprisoning War, because none of it feels real, and we don't get to know any details that might have made Hyrule look even slightly imperfect. We're told that Ganondorf is evil because he hates Hyrule, and he hates Hyrule because he's evil. The Gerudo people followed Ganondorf and saw him as a hero of their people, then suddenly he was their worst enemy. Hyrule is a perfect kingdom that has strong, equal alliances with the other races, but also all of the non-Hylian races exist for the sole purpose of serving Hyrule, and their leaders are expected to swear eternal loyalty and submission to the Hylian royal family. King Rauru and Queen Sonia united all of the races in peace and equality, which is why they're sitting on the world's supply of magical nuclear missiles, and every member of the Hylian royal family is allowed to walk around wearing them as cute accessories, but everyone else only gets them at the last second, and they all need to outright swear to only use that power to benefit Rauru and his descendants.

There's just so many fucked up contradictions, and so many hints of something more nuanced going on... but the story refuses to acknowledge any of it, and just keeps aggressively pushing the narrative that Hyrule is the ultimate good and couldn't possibly do anything wrong. I don't even believe that Ganon was a bad king honestly; we never hear why his people stopped following him. We also never even see if the Gerudo people turned on him at all; all we know is the ancient Gerudo sage wanted him dead, and given that she also happily sold her people into slavery, she's not exactly the most trustworthy source of information. All we know is that Ganondorf was a hero to his people, only one of his citizens is ever shown having an issue with him (and her motives are never explained), and then he lost the war and was sealed away, leaving his people open to be conquered by Zelda and annexed into Hyrule. By the time we see any Gerudo actually opposing Ganon (apart from the ancient sage), it's been ten thousand years since the war, and all anyone knows is the Hylian version of the story.

#tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #the secret bonus reason for me arguing about this so much is that it's interesting #on a surface reading TOTK is a really boring story. nothing changes nobody learns anything there's no nuance #the game explains the entire story to us in the opening cutscene. idk why they bothered with the rest of the game #you could walk down those stairs in the intro and kill ganon immediately and it'd be pretty much the exact same story #if i take the game at face value then there's literally nothing to talk about. i just straight up do not care. #but analyzing all the fucked up implications nintendo accidentally included? now thats a story to talk about #i dont think ganondorf is secretly a really nice guy. i think he's more interesting if he's actually a complete bastard #but he's a complete bastard that has a point and if the game wont acknowledge that then i will #sure the people he's fighting against seem nice. but they're not actually good people #i mean ffs zelda certainly doesnt seem concerned that she last saw link taking a fatal blow for her then jumping into a bottomless pit #she doesn't even consider that he might be dead. or just unable/unwilling to fight after being horrifically wounded #at least BOTW had the decency to ask Link if he was willing to risk his life to fight ganon