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short one-off vore story
cw for death
((except not really oops))
Woz woke up groggy as usual. They had an uncomfortable dream, and that uncomfortableness carried on into the waking world. Their stomach was killing them.
Groaaaan
Their stomach cried. Did they forget to eat last night? ...No they went out with...
Grrrrowllll
They felt sick as fuck. Grumbling, the zombie tried to get up only to find difficulty with such weight atop them. No wonder they were so uncomfortable in their dream, someone was sleeping atop them. Memories began coming back slowly as they stirred from the state their dream left them in. After a night out with a friend the two were in the mood for an evening of intimacy.
Woz's date wanted to try something with them... Oh, right. It was an aphrodisiac of some sort. The two flirted over ideas of lust and hunger together, playing with wants and needs, and Woz wanted to feel an insatiable desire.
Maybe it was more the idea of being turned into a needy, horny mess with someone who wanted them like that. Or maybe it was something about vulnerability. Regardless, Woz felt like garbage.
When reaching down to try and move their date off from atop them, they only found purchase in their own stomach. How'd that get up there?
...
Woz's eyes shot open, blinking away the blurriness to see that before them sat their large, bloated gut. That's right, Woz remembered now. They were hungry. Needy. Insatiable. Sex wasn't enough. They were starving.
Woz wasn't used to using substances for sex other than potions. It was hard to tell how certain substances would interact with Woz's spirit and undead body. Most things didn't really work much if it required to be absorbed by the body, but then again there were some things that just had completely off the wall effects on Woz for whatever reason.
Their stomach groaned. Reminding them that they did, indeed, eat their date.
...Well, yes. Woz remembered this. They agreed to it. It was wanted and everything. Their date even reassured them that it'd be safe and that they'd see Woz in the morning.
...
Woz pulled themself up onto their feet and their stomach sagged, taut and heavy. It was like a noisy, bubbly cauldron of a gut with the way it groaned and spit sounds both loud and subtle.
But why was it still like this...? Where was their date? And why was...
They swallowed and pushed their hands into their stomach. It was full for sure, it gave plenty of resistance but there was no real solid give. They lifted their bloated belly where they could to try and feel around for their friend, but everything just felt like it had been...
...Processed...
Woz's mouth opened with a silent gasp as they looked down at their stomach.
They couldn't think about it. But what else could they do but obsess. Was their friend...
GROWWWwwwlll
Did they...
Gurrrrrrgle!
Woz's face turned blue and they desperately began to try and feel around their stomach for any semblance of a leg or arm or head, anything that would give them a good idea of what was going on inside.
Their head shot around as they tried to look for something. But they elected to stumble out of their bedroom and down their hall, eventually making it into their kitchen.
The kitchen was an absolute mess from the cooking the night before. This brought back a few more memories of Woz's date teasing them about being hungry and needing to be patient. It made Woz's heart sink.
They spied what they were looking for: a large kitchen knife.
...
Woz looked at their stomach. It would be fine. They'd have a scar but they wouldn't die from it. Only damage to their brain would do that. It was worth it to save someone.
Grrrroooaaaaaaan.
Woz's ears pinned back and they dropped the knife, gritting their teeth as tears welled up in their eyes. It hit them. They were desperate, but there was no way anyone was still alive in there.
Woz was in a panic, but they were afforded not even the solace of silence. Their expanded belly only growled louder and louder, demanding the attention of Woz as it broke down what was likely the remains of their friend. Every hiss, bubble, squelch, and pop was a reminder that it was Their body doing this. Their body was breaking down every bit of their date to process into their body. All because they wanted to feel insatiable.
But that's not right. They said it'd be okay! They said they'd see them in the morning! Did something go wrong!? As tears streamed down Woz's face they couldn't even focus hard enough on their memories, their stomach serving a grim reminder with each loud, satisfied stir of a noisy belly.
...And yet...
...In the back of Woz's mind...
Woz felt good.
They could suppress the thoughts and feelings all they wanted but something in their subconscious was mulling it all over.
Why shouldn't they eat someone? Isn't this natural? Shouldn't a hungry predator have their prey? Listen to how good a job that gut is doing! It's enjoying a VERY SATISFYING meal. It was the same as any other primal desire. Just like the desire to breed and create family, the desire to feast was nearly as carnal.
...
Wait, a hissing sound? Was that normal for digestion?
Woz poked their stomach, and realized there was a near constant hiss that didn't seem to originate from their stomach. They closed their eyes for a moment, and the sound would find a memory in their head.
The sounds of water running down a drain and the sensation of droplets hitting their ears were conjured.
...Someone was using their shower.
Taking another look around the kitchen, more memories would stir back. The kitchen was a mess not because of their cooking, but because of their magic. They remembered now. Their date offered to 'bake' a body double out of food for Woz to play with.
The zombie looked down at their belly once more, listening to it churn down what was now... obviously the food double.
They fell to their knees and let out the sigh of a lifetime, holding their stomach with a face flushed in embarrassment.
Everything was alright.
...
But what was that feeling in the back of their head? They felt like they had just enjoyed a fantasy. Why would that be?
short one-off vore story
cw for death
((except not really oops))
Woz woke up groggy as usual. They had an uncomfortable dream, and that uncomfortableness carried on into the waking world. Their stomach was killing them.
Groaaaan
Their stomach cried. Did they forget to eat last night? ...No they went out with...
Grrrrowllll
They felt sick as fuck. Grumbling, the zombie tried to get up only to find difficulty with such weight atop them. No wonder they were so uncomfortable in their dream, someone was sleeping atop them. Memories began coming back slowly as they stirred from the state their dream left them in. After a night out with a friend the two were in the mood for an evening of intimacy.
Woz's date wanted to try something with them... Oh, right. It was an aphrodisiac of some sort. The two flirted over ideas of lust and hunger together, playing with wants and needs, and Woz wanted to feel an insatiable desire.
Maybe it was more the idea of being turned into a needy, horny mess with someone who wanted them like that. Or maybe it was something about vulnerability. Regardless, Woz felt like garbage.
When reaching down to try and move their date off from atop them, they only found purchase in their own stomach. How'd that get up there?
...
Woz's eyes shot open, blinking away the blurriness to see that before them sat their large, bloated gut. That's right, Woz remembered now. They were hungry. Needy. Insatiable. Sex wasn't enough. They were starving.
Woz wasn't used to using substances for sex other than potions. It was hard to tell how certain substances would interact with Woz's spirit and undead body. Most things didn't really work much if it required to be absorbed by the body, but then again there were some things that just had completely off the wall effects on Woz for whatever reason.
Their stomach groaned. Reminding them that they did, indeed, eat their date.
...Well, yes. Woz remembered this. They agreed to it. It was wanted and everything. Their date even reassured them that it'd be safe and that they'd see Woz in the morning.
...
Woz pulled themself up onto their feet and their stomach sagged, taut and heavy. It was like a noisy, bubbly cauldron of a gut with the way it groaned and spit sounds both loud and subtle.
But why was it still like this...? Where was their date? And why was...
They swallowed and pushed their hands into their stomach. It was full for sure, it gave plenty of resistance but there was no real solid give. They lifted their bloated belly where they could to try and feel around for their friend, but everything just felt like it had been...
...Processed...
Woz's mouth opened with a silent gasp as they looked down at their stomach.
They couldn't think about it. But what else could they do but obsess. Was their friend...
GROWWWwwwlll
Did they...
Gurrrrrrgle!
Woz's face turned blue and they desperately began to try and feel around their stomach for any semblance of a leg or arm or head, anything that would give them a good idea of what was going on inside.
Their head shot around as they tried to look for something. But they elected to stumble out of their bedroom and down their hall, eventually making it into their kitchen.
The kitchen was an absolute mess from the cooking the night before. This brought back a few more memories of Woz's date teasing them about being hungry and needing to be patient. It made Woz's heart sink.
They spied what they were looking for: a large kitchen knife.
...
Woz looked at their stomach. It would be fine. They'd have a scar but they wouldn't die from it. Only damage to their brain would do that. It was worth it to save someone.
Grrrroooaaaaaaan.
Woz's ears pinned back and they dropped the knife, gritting their teeth as tears welled up in their eyes. It hit them. They were desperate, but there was no way anyone was still alive in there.
Woz was in a panic, but they were afforded not even the solace of silence. Their expanded belly only growled louder and louder, demanding the attention of Woz as it broke down what was likely the remains of their friend. Every hiss, bubble, squelch, and pop was a reminder that it was Their body doing this. Their body was breaking down every bit of their date to process into their body. All because they wanted to feel insatiable.
But that's not right. They said it'd be okay! They said they'd see them in the morning! Did something go wrong!? As tears streamed down Woz's face they couldn't even focus hard enough on their memories, their stomach serving a grim reminder with each loud, satisfied stir of a noisy belly.
...And yet...
...In the back of Woz's mind...
Woz felt good.
They could suppress the thoughts and feelings all they wanted but something in their subconscious was mulling it all over.
Why shouldn't they eat someone? Isn't this natural? Shouldn't a hungry predator have their prey? Listen to how good a job that gut is doing! It's enjoying a VERY SATISFYING meal. It was the same as any other primal desire. Just like the desire to breed and create family, the desire to feast was nearly as carnal.
...
Wait, a hissing sound? Was that normal for digestion?
Woz poked their stomach, and realized there was a near constant hiss that didn't seem to originate from their stomach. They closed their eyes for a moment, and the sound would find a memory in their head.
The sounds of water running down a drain and the sensation of droplets hitting their ears were conjured.
...Someone was using their shower.
Taking another look around the kitchen, more memories would stir back. The kitchen was a mess not because of their cooking, but because of their magic. They remembered now. Their date offered to 'bake' a body double out of food for Woz to play with.
The zombie looked down at their belly once more, listening to it churn down what was now... obviously the food double.
They fell to their knees and let out the sigh of a lifetime, holding their stomach with a face flushed in embarrassment.
Everything was alright.
...
But what was that feeling in the back of their head? They felt like they had just enjoyed a fantasy. Why would that be?
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
short one-off vore story
cw for death
((except not really oops))
Woz woke up groggy as usual. They had an uncomfortable dream, and that uncomfortableness carried on into the waking world. Their stomach was killing them.
Groaaaan
Their stomach cried. Did they forget to eat last night? ...No they went out with...
Grrrrowllll
They felt sick as fuck. Grumbling, the zombie tried to get up only to find difficulty with such weight atop them. No wonder they were so uncomfortable in their dream, someone was sleeping atop them. Memories began coming back slowly as they stirred from the state their dream left them in. After a night out with a friend the two were in the mood for an evening of intimacy.
Woz's date wanted to try something with them... Oh, right. It was an aphrodisiac of some sort. The two flirted over ideas of lust and hunger together, playing with wants and needs, and Woz wanted to feel an insatiable desire.
Maybe it was more the idea of being turned into a needy, horny mess with someone who wanted them like that. Or maybe it was something about vulnerability. Regardless, Woz felt like garbage.
When reaching down to try and move their date off from atop them, they only found purchase in their own stomach. How'd that get up there?
...
Woz's eyes shot open, blinking away the blurriness to see that before them sat their large, bloated gut. That's right, Woz remembered now. They were hungry. Needy. Insatiable. Sex wasn't enough. They were starving.
Woz wasn't used to using substances for sex other than potions. It was hard to tell how certain substances would interact with Woz's spirit and undead body. Most things didn't really work much if it required to be absorbed by the body, but then again there were some things that just had completely off the wall effects on Woz for whatever reason.
Their stomach groaned. Reminding them that they did, indeed, eat their date.
...Well, yes. Woz remembered this. They agreed to it. It was wanted and everything. Their date even reassured them that it'd be safe and that they'd see Woz in the morning.
...
Woz pulled themself up onto their feet and their stomach sagged, taut and heavy. It was like a noisy, bubbly cauldron of a gut with the way it groaned and spit sounds both loud and subtle.
But why was it still like this...? Where was their date? And why was...
They swallowed and pushed their hands into their stomach. It was full for sure, it gave plenty of resistance but there was no real solid give. They lifted their bloated belly where they could to try and feel around for their friend, but everything just felt like it had been...
...Processed...
Woz's mouth opened with a silent gasp as they looked down at their stomach.
They couldn't think about it. But what else could they do but obsess. Was their friend...
GROWWWwwwlll
Did they...
Gurrrrrrgle!
Woz's face turned blue and they desperately began to try and feel around their stomach for any semblance of a leg or arm or head, anything that would give them a good idea of what was going on inside.
Their head shot around as they tried to look for something. But they elected to stumble out of their bedroom and down their hall, eventually making it into their kitchen.
The kitchen was an absolute mess from the cooking the night before. This brought back a few more memories of Woz's date teasing them about being hungry and needing to be patient. It made Woz's heart sink.
They spied what they were looking for: a large kitchen knife.
...
Woz looked at their stomach. It would be fine. They'd have a scar but they wouldn't die from it. Only damage to their brain would do that. It was worth it to save someone.
Grrrroooaaaaaaan.
Woz's ears pinned back and they dropped the knife, gritting their teeth as tears welled up in their eyes. It hit them. They were desperate, but there was no way anyone was still alive in there.
Woz was in a panic, but they were afforded not even the solace of silence. Their expanded belly only growled louder and louder, demanding the attention of Woz as it broke down what was likely the remains of their friend. Every hiss, bubble, squelch, and pop was a reminder that it was Their body doing this. Their body was breaking down every bit of their date to process into their body. All because they wanted to feel insatiable.
But that's not right. They said it'd be okay! They said they'd see them in the morning! Did something go wrong!? As tears streamed down Woz's face they couldn't even focus hard enough on their memories, their stomach serving a grim reminder with each loud, satisfied stir of a noisy belly.
...And yet...
...In the back of Woz's mind...
Woz felt good.
They could suppress the thoughts and feelings all they wanted but something in their subconscious was mulling it all over.
Why shouldn't they eat someone? Isn't this natural? Shouldn't a hungry predator have their prey? Listen to how good a job that gut is doing! It's enjoying a VERY SATISFYING meal. It was the same as any other primal desire. Just like the desire to breed and create family, the desire to feast was nearly as carnal.
...
Wait, a hissing sound? Was that normal for digestion?
Woz poked their stomach, and realized there was a near constant hiss that didn't seem to originate from their stomach. They closed their eyes for a moment, and the sound would find a memory in their head.
The sounds of water running down a drain and the sensation of droplets hitting their ears were conjured.
...Someone was using their shower.
Taking another look around the kitchen, more memories would stir back. The kitchen was a mess not because of their cooking, but because of their magic. They remembered now. Their date offered to 'bake' a body double out of food for Woz to play with.
The zombie looked down at their belly once more, listening to it churn down what was now... obviously the food double.
They fell to their knees and let out the sigh of a lifetime, holding their stomach with a face flushed in embarrassment.
Everything was alright.
...
But what was that feeling in the back of their head? They felt like they had just enjoyed a fantasy. Why would that be?
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
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