Vorish Delights

Here’s a quick sketch! I don’t see many sick-tiny scenarios so…

but the scale itself is just the half of it—swinging open a fridge is like moving a mountain, and you do it so casually, just to bounce your foot and ponder inside. carrying a carton of eggs would be like lifting a bus for someone of their height, but you do it with ease and delicacy, putting it down as careful as you do them. cracking an eggshell is a couple taps to you, but they’d have to hit the hell out of it just to crack it, never mind the mess of getting the egg out the shell. waves of heat washing over their little form on the counter while you cook with a stovetop and pan they’d absolutely scorch themself with if they even tried to get close enough to use—if they could even see over the pan at all.

(Huge respect to comic artists who do this regularly—you guys are amazing 🫶)

Also dropping the “leftover” cuts here, because it was too much work throw away 💕

finally got around to this request — thank you so much for waiting 😭

i’ve been dealing with a bit of an art slump and kept reworking this because it never felt right. still not 100% out of it, but this one felt presentable enough 🥲

For this piece, I initially went for a yandere vibe and tried to mimic a "manga" style, but I think my original art style still shines through lol;; 😅

Some strange thoughts itch at Logan as he studies the digestive system, but one side in particular knows his answers to them and is willing to show them to him.  

Ship: Pred!Remus x Prey!Logan

Word Count: 1.7k

tw: detailed vore, foodplay, chewing mention, interacting with stomach acids

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Moonlight shone around the small blue room as the clock struck twelve. There was a murmur downstairs in the living and, one by one, all the sides started to retire for the night. The mind palace was now much more peaceful and was quiet. Logan looked up from his book as he saw the sides head inside their rooms. He’d cooped himself up in his room all day, most of the time studying human anatomy, something Thomas took interest in. It was always fun learning something new and it could potentially help with Thomas’ health. He always encouraged them to make sure their health was in good condition and helped them form good habits. 

In which Violet, a borrower, has been seen, and must do her best to escape.

——

Violet’s heart was pounding. A hand clutched over her chest did little to calm herself down as the booming footsteps grew closer to where she was hiding. The borrower had been seen, and knew she had to escape somehow, but she was also desperate to catch her breath.

The human had been after her all morning, chasing her from one hiding place to the next, and she’d only just barely managed to escape his grasp each time. The closest he’d come to nabbing her was the brushing of the tips of his fingers across her back just before she managed to squeeze behind a bookshelf.

She wasn’t sure how much more of this chase she could take. Would he ever give up? Would she be able to escape unscathed? Only time would tell, but time was quickly running out for her.

A foot slammed down terrifyingly close to where she was hiding, a nook between the fridge and counter in the kitchen. She cried out as he knelt and obstructed her entire view, trembling as she tried to crawl back further.

“There you are. Where do you think you’re gonna go now?”

Her breathing quickened as he spoke, his tone dark and dangerous, and she began to evaluate her options. She knew she couldn’t toss her hook from the angle she was at on the floor. There were no cracks in the wall for her to dart into in this particular spot, and all he had to do if he wanted to get to her was move the fridge just enough to slip his hand through the gap and catch her.

He took her eyes off of her, standing and placing his arms on either side of the fridge to do exactly that. With him not watching her, she took the brief moment of opportunity the distraction afforded her to run out from the gap past his feet, hoping he wasn’t quick enough to notice and grab her immediately. The sound of the fridge scraping against the floor had her covering her ears, stunning her briefly, but not long enough for him to snatch her up. She scrambled away from his feet as he returned his attention to the exposed crevice, where she was no longer hiding.

“Hey!”

She stumbled as he yelled, having to take precious time to recover her footing. Her adrenaline at its peak, she watched him scan the room, knowing he was trying to see which direction she ran off. She looked around for places to hide, spotting the entertainment cabinet she could hide under, knowing there was a crack in the wall behind it if she could get to it. She’d have to navigate herself through the living room first, though. It wasn’t the closest option, but she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, and made a run for it.

“No, you’re not getting away this time…”

The sinister inflection in his voice sent chills down her spine, reminding her of what sort of fate awaited her if she wasn’t careful, if she was caught.

She couldn’t allow that to happen. Violet’s tiny legs carried her as fast as they could as she sprinted across the wooden floor of the kitchen, knowing he wasn’t far behind her as he stomped closer toward her. The stomping suddenly stopped, confusing her until she saw the shadow of his hand approaching, turning her head back to look behind her. She yelped as she saw him knelt down, reaching toward her. She felt his fingers touch her, but rolled out of the way just before his fist closed in, his hand grasping nothing. He tried once more, but she was too nimble, barely able to bolt away in time.

“Quit being so damn quick!”

She shook her head in response as she stepped onto the carpet and slipped beneath the couch, pausing for another moment to catch her breath. Her respite wouldn’t last, however, and it wasn’t long before the couch moved, and there he was looming over her again. She shrank back under his intense glare, frustration evident on his face as he reached for her. She backed away as his hand came closer to ending her escape, turning and sprinting to the other side of the couch. Hearing him grunt in annoyance, she sighed in relief as she once again evaded him.

Seeing that the cabinet wasn’t too far, only a few feet away, she booked it in that direction before stopping as several loud booms came upon her, and he stepped in front of her to block her path. She fell back before scrambling as she got up again, turning and dashing back to the couch and hiding under it again. Her energy was quickly fading at this point, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep avoiding him when he moved so much faster than she could.

His persistence continued, and her heart sank when she watched him lower to the floor in front of the couch, laying between her and the entertainment cabinet. Violet cried out in terror as his arm reached under the couch after her, his fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing her.

A whimper escaped her as she tried to scuttle back from them, but they kept on reaching. Her legs were burning, and her lungs were screaming at her to rest, there was no way she could run to escape this time. She felt her chest tighten as he kept sweeping his arm under the couch for her, jolting when he finally bumped into her. His fingers grabbed empty air a couple of times before her leg was inevitably caught between his index and thumb.

“Gotcha.”

Gasping as she felt her leg in his grasp, she kicked at his fingers to try to free her leg, and when that didn’t work, she tried desperately to cling to the carpet as he slowly dragged her out from beneath the couch. For a moment, it seemed as if he was enjoying her terror, letting her latch back onto the carpet and crawl before grabbing her again, much like a cat toying with its prey. He taunted her as she fought back for what felt like forever before finally snatching her up into his hand.

She squirmed and struggled in his grasp as he slowly stood, trembling as he lifted her up into the air. He eyed her with satisfaction at finally having caught her after chasing her for so long. He opened his hand flat, leaving her shaking in his palm as his other hand approached her.

This was it, she’d failed to escape. He was going to do to her whatever he wanted to, and she was helpless to fight back.

“Any last words?”

She curled inward with her eyes closed as his fingers approached her.

Violet, however, never truly expected pain or death.

Instead, the borrower felt a gentle prod at her side, followed by a ticklish sensation as the human wiggled the tip of his finger against her. Her eyes opened as he touched her lightly, and her terrified facade quickly disappeared as she began to laugh.

His menacing expression softened to a warm smile as he playfully tickled her, adding more fingers to the attack to overwhelm her. His other hand curled in to prevent her from rolling off as a result of losing control of herself, and she continued to laugh until she was breathless and her eyes teary. Her tiny hands tried and failed to push his fingers away.

“St-Stop, stop it, Ian! I’m gonna pee!”

He laughed heartily at her frantic words, watching as her face turned red and her legs began to kick. He then let up on his method of ‘torture’ and allowed her to catch her breath. She laid flat in his hand as she recovered, placing both hands over her face in exasperation as she wiped tears away with her fingers.

“You’re the worst,” she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him, and he responded with a smug grin. She placed her hands on the soft padding beneath her as she sat up, noticing his other hand cupping behind her for security as he walked to the couch and slowly sat down.

“You alright?” Ian asked with a warm chuckle in his voice, sending her heart fluttering.

She nodded her head, a smile on her face despite her annoyance as she fixed her tousled hair. She leaned back against his cupped hand, taking a deep breath before addressing the day’s events.

“You’re getting better, that was much quicker than last time.”

Ian nodded his head, all of his attention on the tiny borrower he held so carefully in his hands.

“You are too, you’re not as predictable anymore. You’re taking more risks, though. I almost caught you multiple times.”

Violet smirked and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Well I can’t keep hiding from you all the time. It’s not as much fun without a bit of a chase.”

“I suppose, it’s fun watching you scurry around.”

She grinned as his thumb came down from above her to smooth over her hair. Her hands reached up to grab hold of it as he continued.

“How about my acting, hm? Was I frightening enough for you? Was it too much?”

Violet laughed and shook her head, letting go of his thumb. Despite her own display of fear, every time Ian tried to sound scary or imposing, she would laugh internally. It was such a stretch from how he usually was that it was comical, yet she would keep up the terrified act anyway for the sake of immersion.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to be too frightening to me even if you tried, Ian.”

He gave her a bump with his thumb, knocking her over with a smirk.

“You’re probably right.”

Always, he was concerned that he would go too far and somehow break her trust in him, but he knew that he had to trust her too, that she would let him know if she was genuinely scared.

He felt her tiny hands along his palm, wincing as she sat back up and groaned. His thumb returned to her, softly brushing down her shoulder as he leaned in closer to examine her.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, but my legs are gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m right there with you, I banged my knee on the coffee table trying to get on the ground.”

She snickered, of course he did. Ian always managed to injure himself somehow during their games.

All of the energy she used trying to get away from him started to catch up to her after finally being able to take a break. She slowly slumped back in his hands, feeling his fingers behind her and resting her hands on them. He spoke more softly to her.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

She nodded her head, grabbing his shirt as he brought her to his chest before he stood. With one hand keeping her secure to him, he used the other to arrange the pillows on the couch to one side. Bringing his other hand to cradle Violet, he sat on the couch and turned to lay down on his back, resting his head on the pillows.

Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind

Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake

Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them

I love finding so many ways to describe just how much fear, panic and terror a poor tiny is experiencing when they’re at the mercy of a giant. They don’t know what the giant’s intentions are, they just know that they’re giant, and could hurt them even if they aren’t trying to.

They could have been seen, chased, caught, and at the absolute limits of what their tiny little heart can take before they pass out from sheer stress, and that’s the line I love to ride.

Shaking, curling in, crying, responding however their little body directs them to, there’s also the giant’s reaction to consider too.

Are they only lightly worried about this tiny, or are they absolutely heartbroken to see someone so small feeling so much despair? Do they even care at all, or is this tiny nothing more than a mere annoyance for the giant?

How does the giant try to calm them down? Do they give them space, or go in for the scoop and comfort right away? Does it actually help, or does it only make things worse?

The tiny is still scared, of course, because that fear doesn’t just disappear from knowing the giant doesn’t want to hurt them. The giant is still absolutely massive and terrifying, and accidents are still a risk, the tiny just knows they won’t intentionally hurt them.

In which Violet, a borrower, has been seen, and must do her best to escape.

——

Violet’s heart was pounding. A hand clutched over her chest did little to calm herself down as the booming footsteps grew closer to where she was hiding. The borrower had been seen, and knew she had to escape somehow, but she was also desperate to catch her breath.

The human had been after her all morning, chasing her from one hiding place to the next, and she’d only just barely managed to escape his grasp each time. The closest he’d come to nabbing her was the brushing of the tips of his fingers across her back just before she managed to squeeze behind a bookshelf.

She wasn’t sure how much more of this chase she could take. Would he ever give up? Would she be able to escape unscathed? Only time would tell, but time was quickly running out for her.

A foot slammed down terrifyingly close to where she was hiding, a nook between the fridge and counter in the kitchen. She cried out as he knelt and obstructed her entire view, trembling as she tried to crawl back further.

“There you are. Where do you think you’re gonna go now?”

Her breathing quickened as he spoke, his tone dark and dangerous, and she began to evaluate her options. She knew she couldn’t toss her hook from the angle she was at on the floor. There were no cracks in the wall for her to dart into in this particular spot, and all he had to do if he wanted to get to her was move the fridge just enough to slip his hand through the gap and catch her.

He took her eyes off of her, standing and placing his arms on either side of the fridge to do exactly that. With him not watching her, she took the brief moment of opportunity the distraction afforded her to run out from the gap past his feet, hoping he wasn’t quick enough to notice and grab her immediately. The sound of the fridge scraping against the floor had her covering her ears, stunning her briefly, but not long enough for him to snatch her up. She scrambled away from his feet as he returned his attention to the exposed crevice, where she was no longer hiding.

“Hey!”

She stumbled as he yelled, having to take precious time to recover her footing. Her adrenaline at its peak, she watched him scan the room, knowing he was trying to see which direction she ran off. She looked around for places to hide, spotting the entertainment cabinet she could hide under, knowing there was a crack in the wall behind it if she could get to it. She’d have to navigate herself through the living room first, though. It wasn’t the closest option, but she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, and made a run for it.

“No, you’re not getting away this time…”

The sinister inflection in his voice sent chills down her spine, reminding her of what sort of fate awaited her if she wasn’t careful, if she was caught.

She couldn’t allow that to happen. Violet’s tiny legs carried her as fast as they could as she sprinted across the wooden floor of the kitchen, knowing he wasn’t far behind her as he stomped closer toward her. The stomping suddenly stopped, confusing her until she saw the shadow of his hand approaching, turning her head back to look behind her. She yelped as she saw him knelt down, reaching toward her. She felt his fingers touch her, but rolled out of the way just before his fist closed in, his hand grasping nothing. He tried once more, but she was too nimble, barely able to bolt away in time.

“Quit being so damn quick!”

She shook her head in response as she stepped onto the carpet and slipped beneath the couch, pausing for another moment to catch her breath. Her respite wouldn’t last, however, and it wasn’t long before the couch moved, and there he was looming over her again. She shrank back under his intense glare, frustration evident on his face as he reached for her. She backed away as his hand came closer to ending her escape, turning and sprinting to the other side of the couch. Hearing him grunt in annoyance, she sighed in relief as she once again evaded him.

Seeing that the cabinet wasn’t too far, only a few feet away, she booked it in that direction before stopping as several loud booms came upon her, and he stepped in front of her to block her path. She fell back before scrambling as she got up again, turning and dashing back to the couch and hiding under it again. Her energy was quickly fading at this point, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep avoiding him when he moved so much faster than she could.

His persistence continued, and her heart sank when she watched him lower to the floor in front of the couch, laying between her and the entertainment cabinet. Violet cried out in terror as his arm reached under the couch after her, his fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing her.

A whimper escaped her as she tried to scuttle back from them, but they kept on reaching. Her legs were burning, and her lungs were screaming at her to rest, there was no way she could run to escape this time. She felt her chest tighten as he kept sweeping his arm under the couch for her, jolting when he finally bumped into her. His fingers grabbed empty air a couple of times before her leg was inevitably caught between his index and thumb.

“Gotcha.”

Gasping as she felt her leg in his grasp, she kicked at his fingers to try to free her leg, and when that didn’t work, she tried desperately to cling to the carpet as he slowly dragged her out from beneath the couch. For a moment, it seemed as if he was enjoying her terror, letting her latch back onto the carpet and crawl before grabbing her again, much like a cat toying with its prey. He taunted her as she fought back for what felt like forever before finally snatching her up into his hand.

She squirmed and struggled in his grasp as he slowly stood, trembling as he lifted her up into the air. He eyed her with satisfaction at finally having caught her after chasing her for so long. He opened his hand flat, leaving her shaking in his palm as his other hand approached her.

This was it, she’d failed to escape. He was going to do to her whatever he wanted to, and she was helpless to fight back.

“Any last words?”

She curled inward with her eyes closed as his fingers approached her.

Violet, however, never truly expected pain or death.

Instead, the borrower felt a gentle prod at her side, followed by a ticklish sensation as the human wiggled the tip of his finger against her. Her eyes opened as he touched her lightly, and her terrified facade quickly disappeared as she began to laugh.

His menacing expression softened to a warm smile as he playfully tickled her, adding more fingers to the attack to overwhelm her. His other hand curled in to prevent her from rolling off as a result of losing control of herself, and she continued to laugh until she was breathless and her eyes teary. Her tiny hands tried and failed to push his fingers away.

“St-Stop, stop it, Ian! I’m gonna pee!”

He laughed heartily at her frantic words, watching as her face turned red and her legs began to kick. He then let up on his method of ‘torture’ and allowed her to catch her breath. She laid flat in his hand as she recovered, placing both hands over her face in exasperation as she wiped tears away with her fingers.

“You’re the worst,” she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him, and he responded with a smug grin. She placed her hands on the soft padding beneath her as she sat up, noticing his other hand cupping behind her for security as he walked to the couch and slowly sat down.

“You alright?” Ian asked with a warm chuckle in his voice, sending her heart fluttering.

She nodded her head, a smile on her face despite her annoyance as she fixed her tousled hair. She leaned back against his cupped hand, taking a deep breath before addressing the day’s events.

“You’re getting better, that was much quicker than last time.”

Ian nodded his head, all of his attention on the tiny borrower he held so carefully in his hands.

“You are too, you’re not as predictable anymore. You’re taking more risks, though. I almost caught you multiple times.”

Violet smirked and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Well I can’t keep hiding from you all the time. It’s not as much fun without a bit of a chase.”

“I suppose, it’s fun watching you scurry around.”

She grinned as his thumb came down from above her to smooth over her hair. Her hands reached up to grab hold of it as he continued.

“How about my acting, hm? Was I frightening enough for you? Was it too much?”

Violet laughed and shook her head, letting go of his thumb. Despite her own display of fear, every time Ian tried to sound scary or imposing, she would laugh internally. It was such a stretch from how he usually was that it was comical, yet she would keep up the terrified act anyway for the sake of immersion.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to be too frightening to me even if you tried, Ian.”

He gave her a bump with his thumb, knocking her over with a smirk.

“You’re probably right.”

Always, he was concerned that he would go too far and somehow break her trust in him, but he knew that he had to trust her too, that she would let him know if she was genuinely scared.

He felt her tiny hands along his palm, wincing as she sat back up and groaned. His thumb returned to her, softly brushing down her shoulder as he leaned in closer to examine her.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, but my legs are gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m right there with you, I banged my knee on the coffee table trying to get on the ground.”

She snickered, of course he did. Ian always managed to injure himself somehow during their games.

All of the energy she used trying to get away from him started to catch up to her after finally being able to take a break. She slowly slumped back in his hands, feeling his fingers behind her and resting her hands on them. He spoke more softly to her.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

She nodded her head, grabbing his shirt as he brought her to his chest before he stood. With one hand keeping her secure to him, he used the other to arrange the pillows on the couch to one side. Bringing his other hand to cradle Violet, he sat on the couch and turned to lay down on his back, resting his head on the pillows.

Part 26

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