peril

call me: peril

he/him, 19, aroace.

i like science, sci-fi, writing, drawing (probably won't post), and vore. but uh, don't tell anyone.

i align as a pred.

i will just be writing whatever comes to mind. i guess. usually nameless but sometimes my own "fuckk i want to eat someone". asks are open btw. i'd love to chat :p! kinda curious about rp? im open to it?

vore: yes!

overall

masc and fem preds and prey, size diff (larger preds ~ 2x the size of their prey), human/humanoid, digestion (soft, hard, nonfatal, fatal) - (cloning/reformation), soft vore most likely but hard vore isn't out of my tastes. some wg.

big note: major pref for masc preds

also: nonsexual and sexual! i will make sure everything is appropriately tagged. romantic and platonic or strangers or whatever also.

preds

cruel preds, kind preds, willing preds, unwilling preds, safe preds/protective preds

prey

willing, unwilling

methods (not mentioned? not a fan.) i do mostly prefer oral.

oral, anal, phallic, soul

vore: i'll pass..

flatulence, scat, vomit, pregnancy, unbirth, disposal

Yeah I just think it would be neat to swallow down my prey and force their cute little friend to rub my gurgling gut while I digest my meal and I promise, i swear to let them go once I'm done and their friend is pumping through my intestines.

bit more outlandish than regular vore but um, hear me out.

I just think it's cool and really intimate. Hypothetically if a soul was a physical tangible thing that could be moved, held, etc. In my head it can be removed from the owner's body without killing them. Some fine line between it must be willingly offered by the host OR the person taking it has some sort of strong ability that allows them to do so.

The soul is about the size of an orange, glows, and maybe has the same sort of "give" as a tapioca ball (squishier outside but the core is more dense). And it glows.

Most importantly it has a physical effect on the owner of it. It can be incredibly painful or relaxing or arousing based on how it's handled and what you do with it.

Either way. When it gets swallowed, the owner of the soul can certainly feel it. All that warmth, every fold of flesh in the esophagus and stomach, the peristalsis motions gently squeezing their soul.

After digestion it becomes absorbed into the pred but the prey is still intact, just that their soul now belongs to.. someone else. And it's up to them what happens to it. Like they can bring it back to play with and tease or whatever.

i be sending friends vore memes i find online when they come to my feed bc i know they joke ab it sometimes and i join in too bc the jokes are funny.

My.. look what we have here! I've been hoping to come across a little preything like you. Pretty sure my fingers could touch if I wrapped my hands around you.

And since you're offering.. Who am I to say no, right? I could never pass up something like this. You'd slide down so nicely and make the faintest bulge in my stomach, just large enough to satiate a gnawing hunger. Just perfect.

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how.. to get prey in my asks.. male pred...

what?

Pred who grew up mostly around prey. Just a side effect of urban life. They have a group of friends they'd never lay a finger on. The frienship is normal other than the fact one person is three times everyone else's height.

The pred has a friend sleeping over tonight - the friend wanted to catch up after a bit and talk about vulnerable stuff. So they're in the pred's massive bed, the pred on their side propped up on their elbows while the prey is sitting up in a sea of blanket. At some point during their chat session the prey starts to get emotional over the stuff so the pred goes to comfort them. Holding their little friend in their arms, rubbing their back, when eventually their friend asks if they can spend the night in their belly.

It's not the pred's first time doing this but they love to. The platonic intimacy of being considered a safe space for somebody in a time like this. So they sit up, and help their friend get undressed (as clothes aren't fun to swallow). And after a bit more soothing back rubs, they lift their friend up and swallow them feet first. Always gentle, not too fast, making sure their friend is okay. The pred uses their fingertips to trace the bulge that their friend's head makes as it goes down to their belly, before soothingly rubbing their stomach, both to deal with the sudden stretch, as well as for further calming for their friend.

Thinking about.. Pred that's bumped into the same prey a few times. They don't know eachother, not at all. The first time they enountered eachother after the first digestion was a bit awkward. The second time was an accident. Now the pred goes out of their way for it if they happen to see the prey, even if they've already eaten.

"Mmn.. mm? Oh, hey!"

The pred grins. They pivot the direction they were walking, using their ankle to rotate before taking off in the direction of their prey. The prey is all too familiar with that voice as they look up to see a familiar, hungry man approach them. Instinctively they start to run but their legs aren't going to outpace that of a mini-giant, not in a thousand years.

They're stopped in their tracks as they get lifted up, now face to face.

"It's been a bit! I got worried I churned you up for good."

He laughs, ignoring his prey's squirms in his grasp. With a lick of his lips, the look in his eyes shift as he pulls the prey in and places their head in his mouth. Comparatively it's like the size of a golf ball to a regular person. The pred feels all the facial features of their prey slide across his tongue before it quickly slid down into his throat.

His hands shift from holding the torso to the kicking legs as the pred threw his head back, guiding the prey deeper into his throat as he groaned in delight. When the waistline hit his lips, the pred opened his mouth wide and allowed gravity to do the rest of the work, swallowing every now and then to speed up the process. He had one hand on his hip, and the other on his slowly filling gut, feeling the bulges form and the squirming begin. Eventually, the pred closed his mouth around his prey's feet, which descended to be hidden for the next few days.

Of course, the prey squirmed, and thus the pred flexed his stomach musclres, squeezing his prey. A few rumbles came up from his gut, coming up his throat and out as a thick belch, before looking down and admiring his distended gut.

"Fuck.. you squirm so well."

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Devoured, alive. Very literally inside the belly of the beast. You let yourself be swallowed - you let your body pass through someone elses' lips and down their throat. Their stomach doesn't differentiate nor does it discriminate. Neither does the body it belongs to. You are where you are - you are food.

You can't see, at all. It's pitch black and rather warm. A bit uncomfortably so, but nothing you can't deal with - atleast you aren't boiling. You feel like you belong. You feel as though this is nothing but natural to your host - to be full with a living, breathing thing, to melt down into nutrients.

Your knees are tucked tightly to your chest, your head pressed down with your chin as close to your knees as they possibly can. Your feet are slightly pointed upwards as the curvature of your host's gullet constricts around you. It's rhythmic and predictable - first the stomach squeezes around the head, and then that squeeze moves further down in a wave, releasing behind itself and constricting the next part. With your back facing outwards and your face towards the spine, your head placed neatly at beneath the sternum, expanding and contracting with each breath.

It's wet, but not that uncomfortable. At least you were unclothed. But that only really added to the intimacy of the entire situation it was in, albeit rather strange conceptually. The muffled sounds of a living being were all around you. All of it. A slow paced breathing as the host wound down from their large meal. A beating heart. The intestines, beginning to shift in anticipation for you. The occasional swallow of saliva. This was the closest you could possibly be to a person. Your skin against the inside of their body.

Interrupting your thoughts, a new sensation - a pressure, not unwelcome, against your upper back. Granted maybe a bit too much - like a slapping sensation? With the thick flesh of the stomach and muscle buffering the majority of the impact. After the initial impact, the gentle pressure moves down across your back. It's only reasonable to assume that whoever ate you is taking the time to soothe their stretched gut.

Their hand glides slowly across their warm skin, briefly feeling the indents that your limbs make poking out from their stomach. They trace circles on the lower right of your back, before firmly grabbing their gut and jostling it quite a bit, rattling you in there. Moving, uncomfortably, the stomach shakes again accompanied by a muffled sound - laughter, and then a belch. The belch is much clearer - it radiates through your entire body. Even the stomach muscles shake a little bit from it.

Shuffling uncomfortably, you find your preferred position once more after the jostling had ruined it a bit, though your movements seem to bring out some sort of pleasurable groan from your predator. But moving is already hard as it is - their strong stomach muscles are firm and tense as they need to, resisting any sort of struggling you or someone else might put up. With enough time, you feel a bit more vibrations. More than just below your feet and your rear where you were 'sat'. Initially it was just the intestines as the body prepared for digestion but now it was beginning to take place. The gurgling now very, very clear as a sort of tingling sensation began to meet the aforementioned parts of yourself.

The duodenum, the sphincter that leads to the intestines, pulses in anticipation as digestive juices begin to flood the stomach. It bubbles, the concentrated acid releasing gas as it reacts with the carbon dioxide that you breathe out, leading to a bit of bloating, and some more room to wriggle in case you needed to. It gets to your predator rather quickly as they let out another formidable belch, and out of habit, rub the lower side of their belly to soothe whatever it was that had caused it.

Acid creeps up. And as it does, with time, you begin to lose sensation. It's almost like limbs falling asleep, with the tingling returning when you move. But.. accompanied by a strange sort of warmth that is similar to falling asleep in a cozy bed in a cold winter. The mix of gastric acid, lipases, and pepsinogen, works it's chemical wonders on your lower body, breaking down the dead keratin and skin on the outside, breaking proteins down into peptides, and breaking down fat molecules. It's a strange, strange feeling, though not unpleasant. As the process continues it becomes harder to move and harder to feel what is likely already gone. You can't see, anyways.

You press your face a bit more into the soft flesh of the stomach wall. You can feel the lines made by the folds from when it's not expanded. Though, yes, now in it's expanded state, it's rather smooth.

Over hours, you feel yourself falling asleep. It's rather surprising that you haven't already, actually.. After all, it's comfortable, the constriction is.. nice. The sounds of life all around you are hypnotic in their nature. Like each part of the predator was engineered to ensure prey like you don't put up too much of a fight as you succumb to being food. Your eyes close, though you're not missing out on any view anyways considering the inside of the stomach is pitch black.

Shuffling, just slightly, you begin to slowly fall asleep. The warmth spreads throughout your body, comfort consumes you, despite your situation… Then eventually, that's all.

Although you've gone to rest, the stomach certainly hasn't. The predator has also gone to bed by now, meaning their body is able to fully focus on digesting you now. Over time, those enzymes mixed amongst hydrochloric acid break you down, molecule by molecule. And the parts of you that have been turned into nutritious slop have begun to be pulled into the intestines, rather eagerly. Those peptides further break down into individual amino acids if they haven't already. Something that used to be you, reduced into a molecular component, to be used by the body of the predator for something else. Fat molecules combine with bile and are grabbed by the villi of the small intestine to be transported into the bloodstream. Something that used to be you, now pumping through the circulatory system of someone else.

All the nutrients from your body, your glucose, your protein, your lipids, your minerals and metals, get recycled into something else. The iron in your body finds it's home in blood cells pumping through the predator's blood vessels. The sodium from your nervous system finds itself firing neurons for the predator instead to continue melting you away. The calcium from your muscles soon finds itself aiding with the contraction of the predator's muscles - from their skeletal ones to the ones in the stomach and intestines that are still eagerly massaging your rapidly softening and melting body to continue taking from you. The cells of your body lyse and give up their organelles to be melted and their materials to be used for the organelles of your predator's cells. This occurs throughout the night and continues throughout the next day where you certainly aren't waking up.

Yesterday, the pred's gut was easy to identify as that which hosted a living person inside. Today? Maybe less so. There are still faint bulges in the stomach, primarily from your head and shoulders, and maybe your knees protrude a bit, but much less than before. And just because the predator is awake doesn't mean digestion is going to stop. It's just a bit.. awkward, for any onlookers. Reduced to maybe three quarters of the size now and more uniform in shape. When the pred pushes their hand into their gut, what's left of you certainly doesn't have much give to push back against their hand. They go about their day with their belly gurgling loudly as it processes you, not caring for any observer.

Another day goes by and now the pred's gut is still quite large but any definition of a person is completely gone. Their taut belly still noisy with digestion. At this point, your mulched remains are completely soft, but still absorbing through their intestinal lining to be circulated through the bloodstream. When the pred swivels their hips from left to right, you slosh around, indicating how liquid you've become. Slowly pumping entirely into their intestines as they drain you of anything useful. By the last day, the gurgling of their gut has quieted a bit. Before, most of what used to be you was concentrated in their belly and intestines. But now, most of what used to be you has already become indistinguishable from the molecules that make up the pred, your host. Now "you" flow through their veins, you've been converted into muscle tissue in their limbs and organs, the energy gained from your body fuels theirs all throughout. Interwoven throughout every fibre of their being, down to the replication of their DNA through growth phases that require more resources. A final gurgle before you are completely used up.

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