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transparentlighthandscash · 5 years

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I had a wet dream last night, in that I some how got anal beads stuck up my bootie (for some reason). So I go to the hospital to get help because I can't reach. The docs do a scan to find the beads and then spend a long time talking about how to get them out. When an intern has me get on my knees, puts on a glove, lubes up his had and shoves it in my ass.

Now here's where it should interest you. Ever time he finds the beads, he accidentally nudges them deeper in my colon. So deeper and deeper he's pushing his arm in my ass until finally he gets fed up. He pulls back stick his other hand in my ass, and dives right in. Roughly pushing into my ass in pursuit of these beads.

Nurses watch in surprise as his torso slowly disapear into me and my dream self is biting the pillow in ecstasy. His feet kick in the air as he wiggles deeper and deeper into me. My ass slowly swallowing him up until his feet disapear with a wet *schlorp* sound. So I'm just laying there, ass in the air and panting as this intern wiggles around inside me looking for those damned beads. Completely unaware of how deep he's crawled. Not until he gets the beads and finds he can't get out.

My intestines pulsate around him and dragged him into my stomach. The nurses and doctors watch my belly bulge and begin to growl loudly. Before the resume arguing about how to not only get the beads out but the intern as well. But the argue for so long that nature takes it's course, and by the time the get back to me a nurse is helping me back from the bathroom. My belly still large and full of digested intern.

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transparentlighthandscash · 5 years

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i love the gross aspects of vore

(fatal warning)

Like when the prey has been digested down into a thick mass of churning meat, the preds belly losing its shape, from a human-esque figure to a heavy dome that sits in their lap.

Or when they stand up and feel whatever resembling their prey slide down in their belly, the barely recognizable mass of a body displacing the chyme and goop that it’s swimming in, the pred moaning at how good it feels to be full.

I love when there’s a third person involved, maybe a romantic parter, or maybe a friend of the prey who they’re forcing to watch. I love when the third person, willingly or unwillingly, massages the preds belly, working down the giant meal, feeling the carcass of the prey break under their hands. The feeling of bones crackling, muscle sloughing off, viscous churns and gurgles emitting from the preds swollen gut.

Even better when the pred gets clear pleasure from this, moaning and panting under the third persons hands, clearly overstimulated from their tender and swollen belly, their massive meal sitting hot and heavy inside them, and the third person working it deeper and deeper into their bowels. The third part perhaps even disgusted by this, how the pred can take pleasure in literally digesting another human being, but the preds begging moans and whines and pants make them want to almost know what it feels like to be so full. The pred feels every shift and crack and burble and churn, knowing each will ultimately break down their prey and give them the rich nutrients they craved.

god i love fatal vore i could literally talk about it for hours 😍

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transparentlighthandscash · 5 years

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When it comes to humiliation in vore, one of my favorite concepts is a pred who’s proud of her prey. A pred who wants to show off “what they caught” like some sort of morbid, prized possession.

Things like rubbing her stomach, showing off the curve it takes with its inhabitant shivering with fear inside or maybe demanding her prey send her snapchats inside her so she can show off to her friends.

And while everyone is fondly noticing the pred’s meal, they’re down there utterly embarrassed at their position and how they’re being objectified.

It’s just so…

Unf, good.

I need to make a longer appreciation post for this soon~

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transparentlighthandscash · 5 years

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hunger

i love the concept of a prey being near a hungry pred. the pred’s stomach is just continually growling and they’re going on about how they’ve barely eaten anything today, and they’re starving, they’d eat anything, they’re just so hungry.

and the prey, of course, is gradually getting very worried, starting to sweat a bit, wondering if they should try to get out of there, if the pred would really eat them, and then their suspicions are confirmed when the pred’s head finally turns to them, their lips curving into a smirk. and they look the prey up and down, as they tremble under that intimidating gaze. the pred’s stomach lets out another rumble, and the prey knows exactly what’s about to happen.

maybe the pred says something, like “well, i’ve got a perfect little snack right here, don’t i?” “actually, i know just what i could eat,” “i suppose you’ll fill me up just fine,” “i think you’ll satisfy me, won’t you?” and before the prey can either reply or run they’re snatched up, struggling and squirming, and stuffed into the pred’s mouth, rolled around and tasted a bit, and ultimately gulped down their throat.

they slide down into the pred’s stomach, and from their confines they can hear them let out a moan in pleasure of the satisfaction of finally being filled up. the prey’s body settles in place as the stomach stretches to accommodate them, and though the prey continues trying to fight and struggle they know there’s no hope now. they feel the pred pat their stomach, hear the sounds of digestion and their heartbeat and this entire body working around them, working to begin digesting them, treating them like any other piece of food.

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transparentlighthandscash · 5 years

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