Predatory Podcast

Some things to keep in mind:

- This is an 18+ blog!! Do not interact if you're under 18. Most important and non-negotiable part

- This blog is for vore, which is a fetish. Don't come into this blog if you don't know what it is or if it grosses you out. Here is your warning!

- Contains discussion of fatal vore, including digestion, intestines, and all that surrounds churning a person into mush inside of you. If that's not your thing, cya!

With that out of the way, a bit about me!

- 21yo lesbian from New York!

- Pervert who loooves being eaten by women, also a HEAVY masochist.

- I have 3 cats and a girlfriend who I LOVE ♥️

- I don't usually look at DMs, period

- Turn ons: Vore (duh!), intestines, digestion, belly gurgles, pain <3

- Nopes: scat, watersports, hard vore, and ANY mention of minors in vore (It's a fetish! Do not use characters who are underage!)

- I'm a 'switch', being fine writing content from the POV of both predator or prey

this is a bit of a longer one and I had to stop myself from writing more because i adore this concept.. a p2 will be coming soon though trust me

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When Claire enter their dorm late that night, her roommate could just barely hear what sounded like muffled screaming. Sal's attention was drawn from the book she was reading and she looked up. She stared at her closed bedroom door, trying to picture what could be happening on the other side.

There was the sound of another door closing, belonging to Claire's bedroom. At first, Sal wondered if it could've been a video or movie she was watching. But the sound continued, just barely loud enough to be heard through the thin walls. It was definitely real. And as for the alternative, who would just listen to a video of someone screaming?

There was something about the screams that urged Sal to investigate. They sounded genuine.

Sal made up her mind. She got up and made her way towards Claire's room, pausing in front of the door.

She'd never been scared of Claire before. Not once. But now? Well... now she didn't know what to expect. She could hear the TV playing on the other side, so she decided to take a risk. Her hand hovered over the doorknob before turning it as quietly as she possibly could.

The door creaked slightly as it opened, causing Sal to wince. The light from the TV illuminated Claire's form, partially covered by blankets. The truth was already obscenely clear.

She's eaten someone. Alive.

Sal covered her mouth quickly. If she hadn't, she might've screamed.

This can't be possible. Right? I'm not seeing this correctly.

A bulge pushed outwards from within Claire's stomach, giving Sal such a strange rush of emotions. Her heart was pounding, but it wasn't just from fear anymore. Yes, this was terrifying to witness, but she was so intrigued at the same time.

I could try to help.. I could wake her up? Would campus police even get here in time?

Sal already knew the answer. Whoever Claire had eaten was already doomed. She'd just be putting her own life in danger if she tried to intervene. And she really didn't want to admit it, but a part of her had this morbid curiosity. That's what led to Sal standing in Claire's doorway for a good half hour. Once she snapped out of that trance, she even risked creeping closer.

When she was right by Claire's bed, Sal could even hear her stomach gurgling. It should've made her feel sick, but it only gave her more questions.

Is that what you want to call this? Curiousity? Be honest with yourself. This is really, really hot and you don't know why.

I mean, I've always thought Claire is pretty, but never in a romantic sense. So why am I suddenly into her once I've found out she fucking eats people?

She felt guilty for staring. She was being weird. But to be fair, so was this entire situation. Maybe it was the biology major in her- but Sal couldn't help but want to know more. She imagined just placing her hand over the curve of Claire's stomach, the thought sending a chill down her spine. If she could hear the digestion occuring from here, just imagine what it'd be like to lay her head on it.

Reality seemed to hit Sal all at once, and she quickly left the room. She locked her door and laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling. She had been watching a person- someone alive and breathing- slowly succumbing to her roommate's stomach. And she was just standing there, gawking. A wave of embarrassment hit her, followed by immense guilt. How could she just leave that person to die? She could've done something.

Could I really? If she can do that to one person, what's to stop her from just eating me too?

That train of thought lead to even stranger realizations from Sal. Her roommate could've chosen to eat her this entire time. All those moments the two of them cuddled up on the couch, Claire could've had her for a snack. Sal was suddenly picturing every single time they'd been close over the past few months. The rare occasion where she'd overhear Claire's stomach gurgle, not once suspecting that it'd be a person pumping through her intestines.

Sal found herself reaching a hand between her thighs, breathing heavily. It felt so, SO wrong to be turned on by.. what? Did she like watching Claire digest someone? Did she want to be the one being digested?

I don't care. I just want her, to be hers.. Oh fuck...

~~~

It took Sal a few days to feel comfortable sharing her experience with her best friend, obviously ommiting quite a few details. The conversation started off normal enough. Unfortunately, Grace's expression betrayed that she definitely thought Sal had gone insane.

"You think I'm making this up.." Sal said, sounding defeated.

"No.. I didn't say that. I think maybe you misinterpreted what you saw? Or.. or you could've been sleep walking and had a dream? Maybe you were half awake and she was hugging a pillow, and your brain-"

"But I could hear it!" Sal interrupted. "And I was wide awake. There's no doubt. I know when I'm awake."

"I... okay, I don't know what to say Sal. I'm sorry. You just.. you understand how it's hard to believe this, right? I don't think you're a liar though."

"It's alright." Sal sighed. She scooched closer on the bench they were sharing, leaning into Grace's shoulder. Her friend wrapped an arm around her in response.

"I think I'll ask her about it tonight." Sal said, causing Grace a look of deep concern.

"You think that's a good idea? She's gonna think you're weird. Sorry... that came out mean."

"Gee, way to put it lightly."

"I'm sorry! It's just the truth. If someone came up to me and accused me of.. what, eating someone? With no proof except 'they saw it'? I know I'd be pissed off."

"Well yeah, maybe she'll say I'm crazy, but at least I'll know for sure it wasn't real."

Even though I want it to be real.

~~~

"What's wrong?" Claire said, sitting up in her bed. She had no pants on (per usual), but given they'd known eachother for 2 years, Sal didn't really mind.

"W-well... I wanted to ask you about something." Sal began, swallowing hard. How would she even go about wording this?

"Shoot."

"So um... a few nights ago, you came home really late? And I uh.. I thought I heard something so I went to check on you. I-I saw you in bed..."

"And?" Claire said, her expression hard to read.

"Listen, just tell me if I'm insane or not. You.. you know what I'm talking about, right?"

Please don't make me say it please don't make me say it please don't-

"Ugh, alright, fine. Yeah. Sorry you had to see that. I did uh... yeah. Ok listen, they weren't anyone important, ok? Like- nobody would miss them. In the sense that, they were reaally not a good person."

"S-so you really just.. ate them?! But why? Please, Claire. I just... I don't want to think you're a murderer."

"But I am." Claire said, standing up and walking towards Sal. She backed up until she hit a wall.

Is she trying to intimidate me here? Because it's working.

"I am a murderer, if you wanna put it that way. I can promise you these aren't good people, but I know you might not take my word for it. That's the truth though."

"W-would you hurt me?" Sal asked. Claire tilted her head and took a step back, looking her roommate up and down.

"Nah. Never. I care about you too much." Claire said with a half-smile. "Look, this is just who I am. I'm sorry if it's disturbing to you, but I can't just stop. It's way too complicated for that. Alright?"

"And if I tell the police?" Sal asked, even though she knew for a fact she wouldn't be speaking to them. Claire's next words just confirmed what she was already thinking, anyways.

"Are you kidding? They're not gonna believe a word you say. They're gonna.. what, check my toilet? Yeah, no."

"S-so I just let you get away with this? Forever?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Claire you don't get it!" Sal said, raising her voice. Claire's nonchalant attitude about this was infuriating to listen to. She covered her face, taking a deep breath. Through her fingers, she could see Claire's face grow concerned- or maybe sad?

"Sal, listen. I really am sorry if it bothers you. You never should've had to see that. I uh... I'm usually a lot more careful."

But it's not that. It's the opposite, actually. Thinking of how many times you've done this before makes me feel...

"It's not that, Claire. Fuck, I need to sit down."

Claire shifted out of the way so Sal could sit on her bed. The bed creaked slightly as Claire joined her, keeping a few inches between them.

"Well.. I'm here if you want to talk." Claire said. How could she be so nice to Sal, while having digested someone alive just days prior?

"Claire, something's wrong with me. I don't know how to even explain it. I want to watch, and it's fucked up. I want to be there with you... while you have someone inside of you."

"What?" Claire said with a nervous chuckle. "Are you joking?"

"O-or just eat me next?" Sal blurted out.

This caused Claire to let out a startled laugh, but she trailed off when Sal remained silent.

"Wait, you're serious? Why would you want that though? You know what happens, right? I mean, fuck, you're a biology major, of course you know."

Sal seemed to realize what she'd just said and shook her head quickly. For a brief moment she'd actually considered it.

"I do. Know what happens, I mean. And no, I wouldn't actually want it. Seeing you like that just.. made me feel like that. I don't know why."

"Well.. I wouldn't have said yes anyways, and I mean that. I care about you too much to just throw your life away." Claire answered.

"You could.. let me be with me next time? If that's not too much to ask. I'm sorry, this feels so awkward."

"It's fine, you're not making me uncomfortable. I'm just really suprised. I thought you'd hate me for this, honestly."

"I don't."

"Then uh... sure. Yeah, you know, why not? I'll let you be with me next time."

"You mean it?"

And here I am, hopelessly wishing it would happen to me </3

It seems a bit counterintuitive to my survival, you know? After all, if I really could be eaten alive, I'd probably offer myself up in a heartbeat. And there's no going back once you're already food, no matter how much I might regret my decision

who up just pondering vore rn 💔

imagine being trapped under someone's stomach, feeling your closest friend squirm inside. every gurgle and groan you feel right against your skin. youre wrought with terror, your emotions precisely the same as your friend.

the predator is relishing your fear. of course, just because they havent eaten you now doesn't mean you're safe. quite the opposite, they're just waiting for your friend to digest and get pumped out of their stomach so they can fit you in there. probably won't be all of it though.. you'll be squeezed from the pred's esophagus into a sloppy mixture of what used to be your friend.

but don't worry about that for now. for now, you can only hope the predator decides to spare you. when your life is at stake and your friend is already food, you'll do anything to survive. maybe the pred will ask you to rub their belly. would you be able to bring yourself to it? i mean, you're helping this monster digest it's prey faster.

Now, they're apologizing profusely, saying you tasted too good to resist. The phrase hits you hard, only intensifying your distress. You're in complete and total darkness, your clothing is soaked, your partner's body is swelteringly hot around you.

But the most humiliating part is, they seem to be enjoying themselves.

Even if they were to tell you otherwise, you know the truth already. It's the way their stomach contracts around you in rythmic waves, a pool of chyme quickly pooling at your feet. Even if they hated this, their body sees you as food. Their stomach prepares to digest you like everything else that's ever been inside of it. It's an undeniable fate.

This can go one of two ways, you realize.

Your partner could let you out, leaving you disheveled but alive. In some ways, this is worse. Every time you steal a glance at your partner's stomach, your mind betrays you. You can't help but picture how you looked from the outside. And worse, if you happen to hear their stomach growl, it makes your heart pound.

Or, maybe they don't let you out. All those years you spent loving them, all lost because they can't hold back their hunger. And now, you feel too good inside of them to let go.

You hear them whispering sorrys. I love yous. For a brief moment, despite your inevitable fate at this point, you believe it. But when you feel their hands rubbing you from the outside, helping their stomach digest, that belief is quickly shattered.

Struggle all you want. Kick, thrash, scream, sob. They've made up their mind. There's only one way out now, and the constant gurgles and groans from below you only hammer that home. Soon, it'll be you causing those sounds.

except for me. please eat me and ignore my screams and squirms and have your way with me while I take my last breaths inside of you.

They taunt you about how you'll just be fat on their hips when this is all over, pressing you against their stomach and forcing you to hear it growl. Hungry for you.

The problem is, that's exactly what you want! The pred quickly realizes they aren't going to get the struggling meal they expected. Maybe they spare you, letting you rub their belly while they eat some other passerby. Or, maybe you get eaten anyways. Either option is fine by you~

It depends!

Even if it was a willing prey, it just wouldn't feel right digesting them. Once you're pumping through my intestines there's no going back, after all..

"U-umm.. (cheeks insanely red) I was wondering if you could..."

"Huh? Speak up, I can barely hear you."

"Iwaswonderingifyoucouldeatme-"

"That's it? You were acting so embarrassed. Sure."

It's so casual for them, just another meal. Their digestive system has been through this plenty of times. Albeit, there's less resistance than normal.

But for me, I'm giving up EVERYTHING I have to offer.. my entire body is their's now.