Remade account for dine-on-darling. Call me Darling! Most of my personal vore thoughts revolve around my sona, Darling, being eaten. This blog will have both safe vore and reformation vore. I am mostly into male preds and female prey, namely myself as that prey. I am only interested in being the prey. I may post some writing, and potentially some art. I have pred ocs and enjoy being vored by canon characters I like, such as HSR characters as a current hyperfixation. Please feel free to send asks; as long as they aren't creepy, dickish, or you being overly sexual towards me. This will feature motly non explicitly sexual content cause I'm not super comfortable publicly posting out right sexual content, but I do like vore in both sexual and nonsexual situations. I may reblog from more nsfw accounts or make the odd explicit post. I am an adult and I'm not going to interact with any minors for both of our comfort and also dont want them to follow me; vore may not always be explicitly sexual to me but its still tied to something sexual for me and I don't want any kids around my stuff. Anyway, I'm a snack. 😋
Decided to make a proper pinned post introducing my blog
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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Hi! You can just call me Darling, I blog about my vorish thoughts and headcanons. I'm strictly prey and most anything I post will have my sona in mind as the prey in a scenario, though sometimes I try and make things more neutral for other people to insert into. I primarily focus on male preds with female prey, but there's always a chance you'll see other dynamics around here.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ This blog is strictly 18+. I won't always post explicit content and vore isn't always sexual to me, but it can be. Since I'm an adult I will not allow any minors to interact with me.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ I have pred ocs I think about often but get kind of shy posting about them unprompted, if you ever want to send any asks about them though that's cool! I also often like making canon characters from media I like preds. Right now, the media I most like thinking about vore scenarios in are:
-Hon.kai St.ar Ra.il
-Twi.sted Won.derland
-Ob.ey M.e
-And there's way more series I have specific characters I really like imagining in vore scenarios.
I always welcome asks about these series if you want to hear my thoughts or share yours! And if you want to hear about my other random huspreds feel free to ask about 'em!
Things I love in Vore:
-Same size
-G/T
-Half size
-Gooey digestion with reformation
-Yandere dynamics
-Soft vore
-Romantic vore
-Tummy noises
-Burping
Things I like in vore:
-Safe vore
-Food play
-Platonic vore
Things I dont like in vore:
-Hard vore
-Straight up fatal vore
-Disposal
-I will NOT include minors in vore in any context. Even if it is an entirely nonsexual scenario, I'm not comfortable including minors in vore in any capacity.
(Will likely update this post with other preferences)
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Genuinely have to remind myself sometimes that when other people talk about hunger, eating, feeling full, burping, or whatever that they're not being a freak about it
Idc if its just full of food, lovingly cooked for him to thank him for all his hard work, and I get to just sit there and watch him eat it all until he's full to the brim and can't take another bite. Or perhaps I could throw myself into the mix and really make sure he's well fed 🫣
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This event was meh, until peepaw decided to make it 1000% better.
I knew he would be protective pred, but damn he didn't need to clarify it out loud like that.
Now I cannot stop thinking about the scenario where he pretends to be a 'big, bad wolf' in order to protect the tiny prey from the angry mob, or something like.
Ashveil’s guts never being happy simply when filled / satiated (effects of his connection with the voracity), and instead, only will stop growling at him when he’s actively digesting something. And considering how fast the things he eats goes through his stomach and intestines, that’s not very long…
A tiny laying on his lap, against his warm tummy, getting frightened when it starts growling at them. Ashveil apologies for startling them, and gets something to eat to at least calm his stomach for a little. But now they get to deal with the opposite problem; the incessant churning of food instead Ashveil’s guts. Not as loud as its pained whines, but being so small and close to his belly makes it so even a small, unnoticeable slosh in his insides that Ashveil himself wouldn’t even notice, extremely loud and overpowering.
….Also him making an innocent-ish joke that gets taken at face value about the whole situation and maybe leads to them getting eaten.
“Must be pretty loud, sorry.. I bet you’re hearing the same things my dinner is in there. At least, you’re safe, on the outside of my stomach, and not inside of it.”
”Me? Inside your stomach?”
“I mean… if you so wish.”
I want to be eaten by him…. very badly
I open my inbox for this first time in a while and am immediately consumed (heh) by lust
I'm not sure which would fluster me more in that scenario honestly: hearing those hungry growls and knowing what his stomach wants, or having to just sit in his lap while he eats his meal and listen to all that food get processed, knowing if he'd just pick me up that it could be me in there.
In fact, here's a little something.
.
.
.
Groooowwwwwlll...
Ashveil at least had the decency to look bashful about it at this point.
About ten minutes ago, right after he and Darling had put on a movie to watch, his stomach had let out the first growl. Just a low grumble at first, easy enough to ignore. He hadn't even acknowledged it, just adjusted himself in his seat. But over those ten minutes, the growls had increased both in frequency and volume.
Darling wasn't sure how they sounded from his vantage point, but at her size and sitting directly in front of the source, they were deafening.
She looked behind her, craning her neck back to see his face. "You know, you can go get a snack. Nothing's stopping you."
His gloved hand scratched the back of his neck. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the movie."
Ggrrrrrooooooooooowwwwwwwlllllllll
Darling's eyes darted down to his stomach. It was dark enough he probably couldn't see her red face. "I think the movie is already interrupted." She chuckled. "It's fine, go grab something. We should've known better than to sit down to watch anything without a snack in the first place."
Ashveil grumbled something under his breath in embarrassment, but he did get up and pause the movie. He scooped Darling up in his hand to take her along to the fridge. The regular one, not the one he slept in.
A "snack" for Ashveil wasn't just a bowl of popcorn. He could eat what most would consider as at least a light meal when he was feeling peckish. Darling watched him use one hand to load up a plate with whatever leftovers he could fit on it. The amount he managed to balance on there was cartoonish.
Ashveil sat back on the couch, dropping Darling back on his lap. "There we go, no more interruptions." He popped a bite in his mouth, giving her a smile.
Darling thought that would be that, no more growls to distract her in more ways than one. But, as it turned out, things only got more distracting as Ashveil started chowing down.
As soon as a piece of food landed in his stomach, it would get to work. And as his stomach worked, it started producing more gurgles. These ones were different, though. The growls from his empty stomach sounded hollow and impatient. These grumbles were content and drawn out. And with each one, Darling could picture the morsels in there being broken down.
Darling tried to just ignore it, but she couldn't get that image out of her mind. The fry he just ate, reduced to pulp by his teeth and slowly melting in his stomach acids. That piece of chicken, falling apart into the slurry that was surely gathering at the bottom of his stomach. Soon, all of that would flow into his intestines, pushed down by the natural pulsing of his stomach. There, that chyme would get the privilege of being absorbed into Ashveil's stupid sexy body.
She wanted to stop thinking about that, but it was almost impossible. Especially not when, in addition to the noise, at this point she could feel his stomach expanding. It was just a small amount, but all that food entering his tummy had to go somewhere. The dome presses against her back, doing everything it could to remind her of its presence.
All of that food was turning into mush just inches from where she sat. She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of food of all things, but she couldn't help it.
Darling couldn't resist the temptation. Hopeing not to look like a weirdo, she leaned her head back against the stomach to hear it better.
"Heh, sorry." Ashveil's voice snapped her out of her daze. "I wanted to avoid any more distractions, but i think i just made things worse."
Darling swallowed her saliva. "Don't worry about it."
But, the ashen detective kept talking. "It must be even worse from where you're sitting. I mean, you're front and center. I wonder actually, from your point of view, if it's similar to what the food in there hears?" He said it so nonchalantly, even casually shrugging it off, but the effect it had on Darling was immediate.
Her face went completely red. She knows he hadn't done it on purpose, but it was the exact thing to say to leave her more flustered than she's ever been.
"I wish I could find out." The admission slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
"What was that?"
Darling sat up straight and tried to put some distance between her and his stomach. "Nothing! Who said anything? Definitely wasn't me. I think your stomach just made a weird growl, maybe you need another snack."
Ashveil hummed. His hand landed on his stomach right beside her, patting the tight swell of it. "Yeah, maybe I do."
Darling sighed in relief, thinking she'd avoided getting caught. Before she could pat herself on the back, though, she was submerged in darkness.
Ashveil's hand covered her tiny body and pinned her to his stomach. It covered her completely, essentially trapping her in an isolated pocket with only the sounds of Ashveil's stomach to accompany her.
"How is it?" His teasing voice asked her from beyond the shelter of his fingers. "Do you think that's what my food feels like?"
What was he doing? "U-Um. Maybe not exactly." Her voice shook when she spoke.
"Ah, you know, you're right. I don't think there's any replacing the real thing." He removed his hand, and now she could see the knowing smile that accompanied the mischievous tone.
Darling was lifted from Ashveil's lap, right up to his face. She squirmed in his grasp. "You know, you could have just had me in the first place."
"I didn't want to interrupt your movie watching experience."
She looked at the screen, completely unsure what was going on at this point. "I think it's been thoroughly interrupted."
He rubbed his chin. "Good point. Then, you won't mind another interruption?"
Darling could only shake her head in response.
"Good girl." His grin was wolfish. "Don't worry, I can narrate the movie for you. Yeah, I think that works. I'm no Mr. N, but I've been told my voice is rather soothing to listen to."
The bottomless pit that was Ashveil's mouth opened below her. First, her feet disappeared between his lips. She watched them slide along his tongue until they hit the back of his throat. She was just big enough that he couldn't fit her all the way in his mouth at once, only about half of her contained in his maw. His throat flexed around her feet, then he swallowed. With her head being the only part of her left outside of his mouth, he pushed her in with one finger. His teeth clicked shut behind her.
The large lump in his throat traveled down. Perhaps other preds would have needed a moment to get a meal of her size down, but Ashveil's throat was powerful. Her decent was smooth, right down to his waiting stomach.
All of that mashed up food she had been day dreaming about was right there to welcome her. She couldn't see any of it in the darkness, but she felt it all around her. As well as the feeling of slime from all around her making her skin tingle wherever it touched.
The walls clenched around her, the pressure increasing for a moment before Ashveil unleashed a satisfied belch above her. She could feel a weight at the top of her head, Ashveil's hand landing on his stomach.
"Well? How does it compare?" His voice reverberated through the chamber.
Darling laughed, half in shock and half in bliss. "The sounds out there don't even hold a candle to what its like in here."
Of course, he couldn't hear her response, but it was still true. She was up close and personal with his churning stomach now. The acids had already had plenty of time to work on everything else in here. The pool she sat in was full of soft, almost entirely digested bits of food. She thought she could identify a piece of carrot by the feeling, but even that broke apart under her touch into slimy mush.
The realization hit her that that would be her soon. His stomach wouldn't differentiate between her flesh and everything else he'd eaten tonight.
For most preds, the process would probably take all day just to break her down into chyme. Even though she was small, she was still a solid piece of meat to work through alongside all the other food in here. But again, Ashveil wasn't most preds. She gave Ashveil's stomach maybe a handful of hours, tops.
Actually, given the impatient grinding of the stomach all around her, sloshing the ground up slurry against her and tenderizing her delicate flesh, it would be shocking if she was solid by the end of the movie.
Ashveil's soothing voice would be narrating the ending to no one but his own soft tummy.
Ashveil’s guts never being happy simply when filled / satiated (effects of his connection with the voracity), and instead, only will stop growling at him when he’s actively digesting something. And considering how fast the things he eats goes through his stomach and intestines, that’s not very long…
A tiny laying on his lap, against his warm tummy, getting frightened when it starts growling at them. Ashveil apologies for startling them, and gets something to eat to at least calm his stomach for a little. But now they get to deal with the opposite problem; the incessant churning of food instead Ashveil’s guts. Not as loud as its pained whines, but being so small and close to his belly makes it so even a small, unnoticeable slosh in his insides that Ashveil himself wouldn’t even notice, extremely loud and overpowering.
….Also him making an innocent-ish joke that gets taken at face value about the whole situation and maybe leads to them getting eaten.
“Must be pretty loud, sorry.. I bet you’re hearing the same things my dinner is in there. At least, you’re safe, on the outside of my stomach, and not inside of it.”
”Me? Inside your stomach?”
“I mean… if you so wish.”
I want to be eaten by him…. very badly
I open my inbox for this first time in a while and am immediately consumed (heh) by lust
I'm not sure which would fluster me more in that scenario honestly: hearing those hungry growls and knowing what his stomach wants, or having to just sit in his lap while he eats his meal and listen to all that food get processed, knowing if he'd just pick me up that it could be me in there.
In fact, here's a little something.
.
.
.
Groooowwwwwlll...
Ashveil at least had the decency to look bashful about it at this point.
About ten minutes ago, right after he and Darling had put on a movie to watch, his stomach had let out the first growl. Just a low grumble at first, easy enough to ignore. He hadn't even acknowledged it, just adjusted himself in his seat. But over those ten minutes, the growls had increased both in frequency and volume.
Darling wasn't sure how they sounded from his vantage point, but at her size and sitting directly in front of the source, they were deafening.
She looked behind her, craning her neck back to see his face. "You know, you can go get a snack. Nothing's stopping you."
His gloved hand scratched the back of his neck. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the movie."
Ggrrrrrooooooooooowwwwwwwlllllllll
Darling's eyes darted down to his stomach. It was dark enough he probably couldn't see her red face. "I think the movie is already interrupted." She chuckled. "It's fine, go grab something. We should've known better than to sit down to watch anything without a snack in the first place."
Ashveil grumbled something under his breath in embarrassment, but he did get up and pause the movie. He scooped Darling up in his hand to take her along to the fridge. The regular one, not the one he slept in.
A "snack" for Ashveil wasn't just a bowl of popcorn. He could eat what most would consider as at least a light meal when he was feeling peckish. Darling watched him use one hand to load up a plate with whatever leftovers he could fit on it. The amount he managed to balance on there was cartoonish.
Ashveil sat back on the couch, dropping Darling back on his lap. "There we go, no more interruptions." He popped a bite in his mouth, giving her a smile.
Darling thought that would be that, no more growls to distract her in more ways than one. But, as it turned out, things only got more distracting as Ashveil started chowing down.
As soon as a piece of food landed in his stomach, it would get to work. And as his stomach worked, it started producing more gurgles. These ones were different, though. The growls from his empty stomach sounded hollow and impatient. These grumbles were content and drawn out. And with each one, Darling could picture the morsels in there being broken down.
Darling tried to just ignore it, but she couldn't get that image out of her mind. The fry he just ate, reduced to pulp by his teeth and slowly melting in his stomach acids. That piece of chicken, falling apart into the slurry that was surely gathering at the bottom of his stomach. Soon, all of that would flow into his intestines, pushed down by the natural pulsing of his stomach. There, that chyme would get the privilege of being absorbed into Ashveil's stupid sexy body.
She wanted to stop thinking about that, but it was almost impossible. Especially not when, in addition to the noise, at this point she could feel his stomach expanding. It was just a small amount, but all that food entering his tummy had to go somewhere. The dome presses against her back, doing everything it could to remind her of its presence.
All of that food was turning into mush just inches from where she sat. She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of food of all things, but she couldn't help it.
Darling couldn't resist the temptation. Hopeing not to look like a weirdo, she leaned her head back against the stomach to hear it better.
"Heh, sorry." Ashveil's voice snapped her out of her daze. "I wanted to avoid any more distractions, but i think i just made things worse."
Darling swallowed her saliva. "Don't worry about it."
But, the ashen detective kept talking. "It must be even worse from where you're sitting. I mean, you're front and center. I wonder actually, from your point of view, if it's similar to what the food in there hears?" He said it so nonchalantly, even casually shrugging it off, but the effect it had on Darling was immediate.
Her face went completely red. She knows he hadn't done it on purpose, but it was the exact thing to say to leave her more flustered than she's ever been.
"I wish I could find out." The admission slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
"What was that?"
Darling sat up straight and tried to put some distance between her and his stomach. "Nothing! Who said anything? Definitely wasn't me. I think your stomach just made a weird growl, maybe you need another snack."
Ashveil hummed. His hand landed on his stomach right beside her, patting the tight swell of it. "Yeah, maybe I do."
Darling sighed in relief, thinking she'd avoided getting caught. Before she could pat herself on the back, though, she was submerged in darkness.
Ashveil's hand covered her tiny body and pinned her to his stomach. It covered her completely, essentially trapping her in an isolated pocket with only the sounds of Ashveil's stomach to accompany her.
"How is it?" His teasing voice asked her from beyond the shelter of his fingers. "Do you think that's what my food feels like?"
What was he doing? "U-Um. Maybe not exactly." Her voice shook when she spoke.
"Ah, you know, you're right. I don't think there's any replacing the real thing." He removed his hand, and now she could see the knowing smile that accompanied the mischievous tone.
Darling was lifted from Ashveil's lap, right up to his face. She squirmed in his grasp. "You know, you could have just had me in the first place."
"I didn't want to interrupt your movie watching experience."
She looked at the screen, completely unsure what was going on at this point. "I think it's been thoroughly interrupted."
He rubbed his chin. "Good point. Then, you won't mind another interruption?"
Darling could only shake her head in response.
"Good girl." His grin was wolfish. "Don't worry, I can narrate the movie for you. Yeah, I think that works. I'm no Mr. N, but I've been told my voice is rather soothing to listen to."
The bottomless pit that was Ashveil's mouth opened below her. First, her feet disappeared between his lips. She watched them slide along his tongue until they hit the back of his throat. She was just big enough that he couldn't fit her all the way in his mouth at once, only about half of her contained in his maw. His throat flexed around her feet, then he swallowed. With her head being the only part of her left outside of his mouth, he pushed her in with one finger. His teeth clicked shut behind her.
The large lump in his throat traveled down. Perhaps other preds would have needed a moment to get a meal of her size down, but Ashveil's throat was powerful. Her decent was smooth, right down to his waiting stomach.
All of that mashed up food she had been day dreaming about was right there to welcome her. She couldn't see any of it in the darkness, but she felt it all around her. As well as the feeling of slime from all around her making her skin tingle wherever it touched.
The walls clenched around her, the pressure increasing for a moment before Ashveil unleashed a satisfied belch above her. She could feel a weight at the top of her head, Ashveil's hand landing on his stomach.
"Well? How does it compare?" His voice reverberated through the chamber.
Darling laughed, half in shock and half in bliss. "The sounds out there don't even hold a candle to what its like in here."
Of course, he couldn't hear her response, but it was still true. She was up close and personal with his churning stomach now. The acids had already had plenty of time to work on everything else in here. The pool she sat in was full of soft, almost entirely digested bits of food. She thought she could identify a piece of carrot by the feeling, but even that broke apart under her touch into slimy mush.
The realization hit her that that would be her soon. His stomach wouldn't differentiate between her flesh and everything else he'd eaten tonight.
For most preds, the process would probably take all day just to break her down into chyme. Even though she was small, she was still a solid piece of meat to work through alongside all the other food in here. But again, Ashveil wasn't most preds. She gave Ashveil's stomach maybe a handful of hours, tops.
Actually, given the impatient grinding of the stomach all around her, sloshing the ground up slurry against her and tenderizing her delicate flesh, it would be shocking if she was solid by the end of the movie.
Ashveil's soothing voice would be narrating the ending to no one but his own soft tummy.
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when characters mention they’re starving……. do you think his stomach was angrily growling at him while typing these messages while he tried to get it to shut up. he might be the hungriest guy ever
Ashveil’s guts never being happy simply when filled / satiated (effects of his connection with the voracity), and instead, only will stop growling at him when he’s actively digesting something. And considering how fast the things he eats goes through his stomach and intestines, that’s not very long…
A tiny laying on his lap, against his warm tummy, getting frightened when it starts growling at them. Ashveil apologies for startling them, and gets something to eat to at least calm his stomach for a little. But now they get to deal with the opposite problem; the incessant churning of food instead Ashveil’s guts. Not as loud as its pained whines, but being so small and close to his belly makes it so even a small, unnoticeable slosh in his insides that Ashveil himself wouldn’t even notice, extremely loud and overpowering.
….Also him making an innocent-ish joke that gets taken at face value about the whole situation and maybe leads to them getting eaten.
“Must be pretty loud, sorry.. I bet you’re hearing the same things my dinner is in there. At least, you’re safe, on the outside of my stomach, and not inside of it.”
”Me? Inside your stomach?”
“I mean… if you so wish.”
I want to be eaten by him…. very badly
I open my inbox for this first time in a while and am immediately consumed (heh) by lust
I'm not sure which would fluster me more in that scenario honestly: hearing those hungry growls and knowing what his stomach wants, or having to just sit in his lap while he eats his meal and listen to all that food get processed, knowing if he'd just pick me up that it could be me in there.
In fact, here's a little something.
.
.
.
Groooowwwwwlll...
Ashveil at least had the decency to look bashful about it at this point.
About ten minutes ago, right after he and Darling had put on a movie to watch, his stomach had let out the first growl. Just a low grumble at first, easy enough to ignore. He hadn't even acknowledged it, just adjusted himself in his seat. But over those ten minutes, the growls had increased both in frequency and volume.
Darling wasn't sure how they sounded from his vantage point, but at her size and sitting directly in front of the source, they were deafening.
She looked behind her, craning her neck back to see his face. "You know, you can go get a snack. Nothing's stopping you."
His gloved hand scratched the back of his neck. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the movie."
Ggrrrrrooooooooooowwwwwwwlllllllll
Darling's eyes darted down to his stomach. It was dark enough he probably couldn't see her red face. "I think the movie is already interrupted." She chuckled. "It's fine, go grab something. We should've known better than to sit down to watch anything without a snack in the first place."
Ashveil grumbled something under his breath in embarrassment, but he did get up and pause the movie. He scooped Darling up in his hand to take her along to the fridge. The regular one, not the one he slept in.
A "snack" for Ashveil wasn't just a bowl of popcorn. He could eat what most would consider as at least a light meal when he was feeling peckish. Darling watched him use one hand to load up a plate with whatever leftovers he could fit on it. The amount he managed to balance on there was cartoonish.
Ashveil sat back on the couch, dropping Darling back on his lap. "There we go, no more interruptions." He popped a bite in his mouth, giving her a smile.
Darling thought that would be that, no more growls to distract her in more ways than one. But, as it turned out, things only got more distracting as Ashveil started chowing down.
As soon as a piece of food landed in his stomach, it would get to work. And as his stomach worked, it started producing more gurgles. These ones were different, though. The growls from his empty stomach sounded hollow and impatient. These grumbles were content and drawn out. And with each one, Darling could picture the morsels in there being broken down.
Darling tried to just ignore it, but she couldn't get that image out of her mind. The fry he just ate, reduced to pulp by his teeth and slowly melting in his stomach acids. That piece of chicken, falling apart into the slurry that was surely gathering at the bottom of his stomach. Soon, all of that would flow into his intestines, pushed down by the natural pulsing of his stomach. There, that chyme would get the privilege of being absorbed into Ashveil's stupid sexy body.
She wanted to stop thinking about that, but it was almost impossible. Especially not when, in addition to the noise, at this point she could feel his stomach expanding. It was just a small amount, but all that food entering his tummy had to go somewhere. The dome presses against her back, doing everything it could to remind her of its presence.
All of that food was turning into mush just inches from where she sat. She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of food of all things, but she couldn't help it.
Darling couldn't resist the temptation. Hopeing not to look like a weirdo, she leaned her head back against the stomach to hear it better.
"Heh, sorry." Ashveil's voice snapped her out of her daze. "I wanted to avoid any more distractions, but i think i just made things worse."
Darling swallowed her saliva. "Don't worry about it."
But, the ashen detective kept talking. "It must be even worse from where you're sitting. I mean, you're front and center. I wonder actually, from your point of view, if it's similar to what the food in there hears?" He said it so nonchalantly, even casually shrugging it off, but the effect it had on Darling was immediate.
Her face went completely red. She knows he hadn't done it on purpose, but it was the exact thing to say to leave her more flustered than she's ever been.
"I wish I could find out." The admission slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
"What was that?"
Darling sat up straight and tried to put some distance between her and his stomach. "Nothing! Who said anything? Definitely wasn't me. I think your stomach just made a weird growl, maybe you need another snack."
Ashveil hummed. His hand landed on his stomach right beside her, patting the tight swell of it. "Yeah, maybe I do."
Darling sighed in relief, thinking she'd avoided getting caught. Before she could pat herself on the back, though, she was submerged in darkness.
Ashveil's hand covered her tiny body and pinned her to his stomach. It covered her completely, essentially trapping her in an isolated pocket with only the sounds of Ashveil's stomach to accompany her.
"How is it?" His teasing voice asked her from beyond the shelter of his fingers. "Do you think that's what my food feels like?"
What was he doing? "U-Um. Maybe not exactly." Her voice shook when she spoke.
"Ah, you know, you're right. I don't think there's any replacing the real thing." He removed his hand, and now she could see the knowing smile that accompanied the mischievous tone.
Darling was lifted from Ashveil's lap, right up to his face. She squirmed in his grasp. "You know, you could have just had me in the first place."
"I didn't want to interrupt your movie watching experience."
She looked at the screen, completely unsure what was going on at this point. "I think it's been thoroughly interrupted."
He rubbed his chin. "Good point. Then, you won't mind another interruption?"
Darling could only shake her head in response.
"Good girl." His grin was wolfish. "Don't worry, I can narrate the movie for you. Yeah, I think that works. I'm no Mr. N, but I've been told my voice is rather soothing to listen to."
The bottomless pit that was Ashveil's mouth opened below her. First, her feet disappeared between his lips. She watched them slide along his tongue until they hit the back of his throat. She was just big enough that he couldn't fit her all the way in his mouth at once, only about half of her contained in his maw. His throat flexed around her feet, then he swallowed. With her head being the only part of her left outside of his mouth, he pushed her in with one finger. His teeth clicked shut behind her.
The large lump in his throat traveled down. Perhaps other preds would have needed a moment to get a meal of her size down, but Ashveil's throat was powerful. Her decent was smooth, right down to his waiting stomach.
All of that mashed up food she had been day dreaming about was right there to welcome her. She couldn't see any of it in the darkness, but she felt it all around her. As well as the feeling of slime from all around her making her skin tingle wherever it touched.
The walls clenched around her, the pressure increasing for a moment before Ashveil unleashed a satisfied belch above her. She could feel a weight at the top of her head, Ashveil's hand landing on his stomach.
"Well? How does it compare?" His voice reverberated through the chamber.
Darling laughed, half in shock and half in bliss. "The sounds out there don't even hold a candle to what its like in here."
Of course, he couldn't hear her response, but it was still true. She was up close and personal with his churning stomach now. The acids had already had plenty of time to work on everything else in here. The pool she sat in was full of soft, almost entirely digested bits of food. She thought she could identify a piece of carrot by the feeling, but even that broke apart under her touch into slimy mush.
The realization hit her that that would be her soon. His stomach wouldn't differentiate between her flesh and everything else he'd eaten tonight.
For most preds, the process would probably take all day just to break her down into chyme. Even though she was small, she was still a solid piece of meat to work through alongside all the other food in here. But again, Ashveil wasn't most preds. She gave Ashveil's stomach maybe a handful of hours, tops.
Actually, given the impatient grinding of the stomach all around her, sloshing the ground up slurry against her and tenderizing her delicate flesh, it would be shocking if she was solid by the end of the movie.
Ashveil's soothing voice would be narrating the ending to no one but his own soft tummy.
The sounds that come from a pred's stomach usually indicate what level of digestion they're at.
When they've just had a fresh meal, there's always sloshing. Their prey fights back desperately, trying to escape. At this stage, the pred's stomach only makes a few strained, quiet gurgles.
As time passes, their stomach becomes more sloshy. The gurgles begin to stop sounding strained, instead taking on a more 'wet' sound--no doubt because of the contents of their stomach becoming softer and squishier. By this point, every time the prey shoves out against the pred's stomach, it lets out a low whine.
After a few hours, their stomach has completely rounded out like a water balloon. No more movements from within, no more pesky struggling. Now, their gut is practically singing, gurgling and groaning wetly as the contents of their stomach pump through their body. There's even what sounds like muffled bubbling within, thanks to the constant shifting of their meal.
Finally, at the end of the day, there's nothing but a soft bump on the pred's middle. Nobody would've ever been able to guess that they'd just had a full living creature in there. Now, their stomach has quieted down significantly... but a low, drawn-out gurgle still sounds from their stomach, signalling that the prey fully belongs to the pred's body now, whether they liked it or not.
love love love stomach clenching in endo/safe vore as a way to express affection. Like hey. it's ok. I might not be able to talk right now for whatever reason but it's ok I still care about you. Hugging you with my abs. It's alright sweetheart i'm here
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AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO BE SWALLOWED WHOLE AND GENTLY BUT SURELY MELTED INTO A BLISSFUL MESS WHILE I MUMBLE PATHETICALLY BUT CUTELY TO MY PREDATOR AND THEY COO NICE TEASING THINGS BACK AND SLOWLY FEEL MYSELF LOSE MYSELF INSIDE OF THEM AND THEIR POWERFUL STOMACH AS IT DIGESTS ME AFBDSHFBQHDSBHJbfdqbhbj
Have I ever mentioned that one of the shows that first opened my eyes to my vore fetish was the episode of wiz/ards of wav/erly place where Mason ate Dean and they had to go inside him before Dean got digested
Young me didn't know why yet but she was very fascinated by that
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