I have no clue what part of this is so arousing to me.
(Bare with me, the following is a list of cons. Content warning honestly for them. If you just want to see me describing what I like go past the big gap.)
Do I like the mouth play? No it doesn't do it for me.
Do I like size difference? No not really. Maybe a little.
Do I like casually cruel people and fearplay? No!!!! I'm scared to even vaguely make someone uncomfortable or insult them indirectly because if I make them feel bad I'm a bad person.
Do I like the domination aspect? No, all I want in a relationship is someone equal to cuddle with and share the soft hours.
Is it the tight spaces? No! I'm mildly claustrophobic, camping is the worst. The tents are too small.
Do I like the stalker/kidnapping aspects? No! In real life that's horrific and imagining any other scenario with them makes me feel so bad for others and scared honestly.
Do I like the permanence? The fatality? No! Any form of death, in any kind of fiction hits me like a bullet to the heart. The worst written stories, worst acted deaths. They still hit me in the lump of pure sonder growing on my heart like a parasite.
Do I like the slow digestion and burning? No! The scars on my arm have made me so scared of fire and chemicals as a whole.
Is it the scat? No! That's gross, seeing any kind of feces makes me recoil.
When any of those aspects are specifically used in this kink. Not even a kink, we can't actually do any of it. A fetish.
Someone casually scooping a person up, swallowing them, tasting them as they go. Feeling the contours of their body through your skin. Their body reduced to waste slowly. Or in an instant as you flex your abs.
Leaving them in a clogged toilet, or condom, or milkjugs. Keeping their skull as a trophy.
I've been into this since I was barely three years old playing with wrapping myself up in my blanket and pillows when I should have been sleeping. I badly burned my arm, I needed grafts. The pain didn't turn me off from digestion.
All of these aspects are hard turn offs, hell if someone told me they were into a specific couple of these? I'd avoid them like the plague. (Ie: cannibalism, murder, kidnapping, cooking, torture.)
Until it's framed around vore. If those things are happening within a stomach? By someone who might be hungry? Hot.
The brain is a lump of salty lightning meat that doesn't know what it's doing.