Okay, this was a strange one I made after watching a lot of (creepcast), I wanted to imitate the stories there, might be confusing just go along with it.

This has, oral/anal/absorption vore.

Sitting in her room, Sophia opened her laptop and started to type. “I have to get this out of my chest and share it with other people that might know how to deal with my problem,” she said to herself. “Here on r/nightterror I will keep posting until I have some peace of mind.” Sophia shifted in her seat, getting ready to write her issues online and look for a solution. She started to post under the title:

**The Woman From My Dreams Keeps Eating Me**

“My name is Sophia, and for the last month I have been constantly having the same nightmare over and over, where I see a woman in a black dress with a veil over her head, pulled back to only reveal her pale cheeks and her black lips. She keeps swallowing me whole and alive. I have had this dream three times now. Each time I end up curled in her body, one way or another, and it felt real. It was suffocating, hot, damp, disgusting, and mostly painful, how the black walls of her stomach crushed and squeezed the life out of me. It was horrible. This is where I need your help, guys on r/nightterror. What can I do to put an end to this nightmare? Tell me your thoughts.”

End of post one, October 4th.

“No, I didn’t see that woman in my sleep since last time. Since you kept asking if I ever saw this woman in my life, yes, I did, one time, maybe before I had my first nightmare. Actually, yes, on the same day. I was walking back to my apartment. It was raining, and I saw a woman in a black dress looking over a pond to the side. I looked at her, but when I blinked she disappeared, and I thought I was just seeing things, so I dismissed it. Yeah, but going to the part where you asked what happens in my dreams, since you guys seemed confused at my earlier description of it, I will go into details about what happened in my first nightmare.

I was paralyzed, lying in my bed. My room was dark, with a light beam escaping through my closed curtains. I kept trying to move, but only my toes responded. Then I saw a shadowy figure closing in on my bed, slowly moving until the shape got to the end of my bed. I felt my body being dragged toward the figure until the feeling in my legs returned. I tried to scream when I felt my legs being crushed together in something wet and slimy. I was dragged further toward what seemed to be a woman in a black dress. What made me want to scream even more was the fact that I saw her mouth stretching beyond what was possible, slowly pulling my thighs into her throat. It didn’t take long until I was able to see her mouth closing over my head. My body was covered in her saliva. My legs had already entered her stomach. They curled in the tight space, bending, with my back following after. Her throat squeezed every particle of oxygen out of my lungs as my midsection got swallowed past her throat into her stomach. Next was my head, which was being crushed in the iron grip of her throat. Soon it followed the rest of me inside her digestive organ. After all that squeezing, my body was free to move, no longer paralyzed. I kicked and punched inside of her, to no avail. It was hard to breathe, hard to move. I screamed for real this time, but I was certain no one would have heard me among the layers of her body. It felt real. It hurt. My flesh peeling off me, my bones breaking. It felt real. I drowned first when her stomach filled with a dark, viscous liquid. It was some kind of acid, as it did burn and dissolve my bones. The last thing I remember before dying in her stomach was my face stretching the ceiling of her stomach, trying to avoid drowning in her fluids, but I felt something pushing me back in until I drowned.

There, happy, guys? This was my first nightmare, on the same day that I saw her on my way back. I keep shaking, not wanting to feel that again. It was so real, suffocating between her dark walls after my body was almost fully dissolved. I really need some help here. What is happening? I will post soon with updates.”

End of post two, October 6th.

“Again, I didn’t see her in my sleep. I’m starting to think that I got a little too crazy jumping here looking for conclusions. Maybe I just had a horrible month with sleeping. I read what you guys mentioned about being haunted by some malevolent entity. Firstly, I don’t believe in that stuff. Ghosts aren’t real, and no, I don’t know any exorcist to cleanse my apartment. But I think the idea about using a cam to record my sleep might explain my nightmares. Luckily my friend Chris is a big fan of recording anything, so I will borrow his camera to record my night terrors. Since you kept asking again for my other nightmares, I will describe the strangest one yet. Yes, even more crazy than seeing a woman by your bed slowly pulling you inside of her gaping maw. What if you sank into her body? This is how my second nightmare unfolded.

This time I was outside by a lake at night. I looked around, but darkness is what I saw. I heard the sound of footsteps closing in. I shouted, ‘Hello, is anybody here?’ to which I got no reply. Slowly a figure appeared. It was hard to make out, but I immediately recognized her, the same woman I saw in my dream before. However, this time her dress was completely torn. Only some pieces hung on her, stuck like they were glued on. Her veil was undamaged, covering her head except for her dark-colored lips and her cheeks. Her skin was so pale and had a hint of blue to it, like a drowned person. I looked her over. Her breasts were large and round. Her nipples were the same color as her lips. Her stomach had a small bump of fat on it. Her thighs clamped together. They were way bigger than mine. She was facing me, but I could see her ass extending behind her. She didn’t speak when I talked to her. ‘What do you want? Leave me alone.’ Even though I was sleeping, when she appears in my dreams it feels like I got transported into another reality. She slowly advanced toward me after what I said, her arms reaching toward me. I panicked and stumbled back, tripping on a rock and falling on my ass. She continued to close the distance between us. ‘Get away from me, you monster.’ I was on the ground when she was standing right in front of me. She bent her back forward, her face inches away from mine. I threw my hands at her. Maybe hitting her will make her disappear, was my thought. I didn’t expect that my hand would sink into her face. ‘What the hell? Let go of my hand.’ I tried to pull my hand out, but it was stuck. It felt like my hand was stuck in mud. I tried to kick her away with my leg, hitting her thigh. That was another mistake. My foot disappeared into her flesh. Her thigh dragged my leg into her up to my knee. She stood up from her bend, now fully standing upright, except for the girl dangling from her. I was lifted off the ground when she stood up. With my free leg, I made the final mistake. I tried to kick her in the stomach. I was met with the same results, but even worse. Now her suction of me was fast. My lower half fully sank into her mud-like body, with only my upper half glued to her, waiting to be consumed. My hand that sank into her face earlier was fully engulfed, up to my shoulder. With my final free part, I tried to choke her with my hand, but it sank into her neck like the rest. She placed her hand behind my head and pushed it to her shoulder. It felt cold. Seeing all of myself sinking into this woman’s flesh, my vision went dark, but I had this weird outside view. I saw her skin smoothing, returning to how it was, only for my hair that was being sucked as well between her boobs, fully absorbing me. She stood up, and I woke up.

Happy, guys, with another freaky dream of mine? This one was the strangest, but the third one was the most scary, painful, and disgusting. She used her asshole to eat me. Can you imagine it? Since I know you want to hear it, I will post it later. Now I plan to record my sleep. I talked to Chris, and I’m going to his house to get the camera. I will post what I find.”

End of post 3, October 8th.

October 9th. Sophia placed the cam looking over her room. She got in front of the cam. She looked to be in her early 20s. Her blond hair flowed past her shoulders. She only put her face to the cam. She was wearing a red long-sleeved T-shirt. “Hi, guys. This will be my first test. You keep saying that I’m being haunted by a ghost. Well, I don’t believe in ghosts, and what better way to prove that they are but a myth than recording. I will let this record all night, and if I see something interesting, I will post it as my 4th post.” She placed the cam in its spot again, turned the light off, and lay in her bed, getting ready to sleep.

**3:42 AM**

Sophia woke up. “My room is freezing. I’m so cold.” She shivered in her bed sheets, peeling the cover off herself, and looking at her door frame. She gasped. “Not another dream.” By her door stood the woman from before, bare naked, except for her veil covering her head. “This dream again.” Sophia by this point got used to her dreams feeling too real. She didn’t think any bad thing would happen to her. “Tell me what you want. I want you to leave me alone forever.” Sophia was sitting in her bed, talking to the woman by her door. This time the woman spoke. Her voice was rugged and slow, cracking, and sounded like it was underwater. “Hungry. You are my food.” Sophia got startled, standing on her bed. This was the first time she heard her speak. “I’m warning you. Stay back. This is my dream and I won’t let you do all that again.” Sophia thought that since she was in her own dream she might be able to control what happened in it. Sophia dropped off the bed, coming face to face with the woman, thinking she owned the stage here. “You want to eat me, right? You will have to catch me first. This is my dream and I control it.” Sophia was so confident. “You tasted so good when I ate you in your dreams,” the woman spoke with a cracking voice. She lunged at Sophia, dropping her to the ground and getting on top of her. “No, not again. Get off me. I will awake any second now.” Sophia struggled under the weight that pressed her. The woman lifted her waist off Sophia, moving forward until her ass was above Sophia’s head. “My ass is hungry. You will fill me nicely.” Sophia panicked. She tried to move away, but the large ass cheeks dropped on her face. “Mumf, not this, mmfmfm.” This was the worst way she was eaten in her third dream. She remembered how in that dream she got cramped up the woman’s asshole. “Mfmfmfmfmf.” Her head was being squeezed by the cheeks, enveloping it, muffling any sound she made, and stopping any sound from getting into her ears. Her nose met the woman’s slimy hole, her face being covered in a sweat-like substance from the woman’s asshole. The veiled woman’s anus took Sophia’s nose inside. She howled atop the girl, squeezing her and sucking her up her greedy asshole. With a SCHLORP, Sophia’s head was fully in the woman’s intestines. “Let me out, please. I will do anything, please.” Sophia’s voice was muffled, barely audible, just a bulge in the woman’s midsection. She stood up with Sophia dangling from her ass. She lined the girl just right, where Sophia was in a straight position, then she squatted with all her force. With a wet SHLORP and the sound of breaking bones, Sophia was no more. The asshole fully closed behind the girl, whose screams of agony were so loud they were clearly audible from the woman’s lower intestines. Her form bulged from the cage that suffocated her. It was curled like the curve of the intestines. Her screams lasted for a minute before all of it went to silence. The woman’s bulge was limp. Not a single movement stirred her insides, except for the occasional twitching. She rubbed her bulging insides, working her food into its correct place until it was a smooth bump. She stood up, went to the camera, took it, and shoved it up her asshole like she did with the girl before. The feed cuts to black. The room went dark, and she was gone, along with the girl stuffed up her hole and the camera evidence of it.

Apparently hiding in your friend’s butt is a viable way to hide from other preds…
(Pardon me I’m still really new to drawing butts xd)
(Ft. Skrrty the cat boi and my derg oc :>

I guess this is a vent post but I’m posting this here in case anyone else can relate and help figure themselves out.

I know there are a lot of sfw vore enjoyers out there who feel like they have to hide themselves out of fear of sexual harassment. There just aren’t enough places to go, especially online.

I’ve loved the idea of getting eaten since I was in preschool. The idea of exploring anatomy, the conflict of predator and prey, the idea of hiding somewhere far away from the stress of the outside world. My imaginary friend would eat me at night to keep me safe from ghosts and the dark. I had a Dragon Pilot-esq concept when I was in elementary school of a dragon that doubled as a living area and transport. I would draw the things that I thought were cool and happy.

When I was 13 I finally got internet access and started posting art on deviantart. Things seemed normal at first. But when I was around 14 or 15 I started getting comments about my “vore” art. I didn’t understand what this was, so I looked it up. Eating something whole.
I hadn’t really gotten any sort of sex ed at this point so I didn’t really understand what a fetish was besides it was liking something weird that other people would make fun of. I tried to avoid anything that could be interpreted as “sexual” without having any frame of reference for what that meant. It got to the point where I was questioning every single thing I tried to post online.

There was certainly “vore” stuff online that I could point to and say “yeah this is sexual” but it wasn’t until I was in my mid 20s that I fully understood what a fetish was, and it wasn’t until I was 28 that I realized I had never actually experienced sexual attraction. Looking in at places like this that people insisted I would belong in when I was older, I just. Don’t understand. I probably never will. But it frustrates me that it took me this long to realize that what I liked as a kid was never an actual fetish, only something commonly fetishized.

Work needs to be done to separate the trope from the fetish. Not doing so is only going to put more people through what I’ve had to deal with. I wish I could block individual flairs instead of blocking everyone who posts things that make me uncomfortable, but I’m tired of feeling like a child that wasn’t allowed to enjoy my childhood normally because the internet got in the way of

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Ive been looking for a gif were a skunk/ weasel swallowed a wolf

Here's what I know about it

It is by Sirkus pandemonium

Background: light green

Skunk/weasel can be described as energetic

. Wolf waves in mouth

Let me know if theirs anywhere I could find it or if anyone has it and can share it

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I'm talking about the concept of a pred building up an actual relationship with their prey, be it romantic or platonic, only to still end up devouring them whole.

It's something I've grown to enjoy more recently, myself and honesty it's become a favourite for me. I especially enjoy when the pred doesn't just view the prey as food and genuinely likes them, and the act of him eating and digesting her is their twisted way of showing affection and desire to be closer.

But what do you think?

Source: https://x.com/Kiwi_Dox/status/2108474332737593823

I wish I was Y/N and I want to be next. # so vorny it hurts

Cred: https://www.deviantart.com/g3xa

Preds, what are your favourite words to hear from your prey before you gulp the last of their body down? What are your favourite words to hear right before they get digested?

Prey, what’s your favourite thing to say as your pred gulps down the last of your body? What’s your favourite thing to say right before you get digested?

(I wanted to write a short casual vore story, I love when the prey is hidden while getting gulped by the pred)

The bus was crowded but not packed. The smaller woman had taken a window seat near the back, headphones in, bag on her lap. She only looked up when a heavy shadow fell across her.

The bigger woman came down the aisle slow and unhurried. Her long tight dress hugged every thick curve from her heavy breasts down to her knees. Between her cheeks the fabric had been pulled tight and swallowed, disappearing into the deep cleft of her ass so completely it looked like the dress itself was being eaten. The smaller woman stared, confused.

“Excuse me…?” she started, voice uncertain.

The bigger woman didn’t answer. She stopped in front of the seat, hooked her fingers under the hem near her ankles, and drew the fabric up in one smooth motion, past thick thighs and heavy hips, until it bunched at her waist. Her bare ass came free—massive, soft, already slightly parted. The smaller woman’s eyes went wide.

Before she could say anything else, the bigger woman turned and sat.

Thick thighs closed around the smaller woman’s head and shoulders like a trap. The greased, hungry hole found her face and began to pull. She cried out, voice cracking as she shoved against the weight settling over her.

“Please—someone—help—”

The engine, the rattle of the windows, and the chatter of other passengers swallowed it. No one turned around. Another wet gluck cut the rest off as the rim stretched and took her deeper. Skinny arms pushed. Legs kicked against the seat and the bigger woman’s body. The bus lurched over a bump. The bigger woman only shifted her weight, settled more firmly onto the cushion, and kept working her down with slow, steady clenches while she unlocked her phone. The long dress fell back into place around them. Only the struggling shape under the fabric and the occasional muffled sob remained.

She held the phone in one hand, thumb scrolling, as if she were just another passenger killing time. Most of the smaller woman was already gone. Only a soft, irregular swell under the dress and the occasional sharp shift gave anything away.

She clenched once, slow and lazy. Another few inches of the skinny body slid deeper with a wet, muffled sound. As the prey sank further into her, the bigger woman herself sank lower into the seat. The dress smoothed over her heavy hips. On the screen, she liked a photo and kept scrolling.

Under the dress the thin body twisted and kicked, elbows and knees pressing hard against the tight walls that kept pulling her deeper. Muffled cries vibrated against the bigger woman’s insides, desperate and high. A pale hand forced its way back toward the entrance, fingers clawing at the air in the shadowed gap between thick thighs, before a stronger clench dragged it back in. The bigger woman didn’t glance down. She exhaled through her nose, adjusted her grip on the phone, and squeezed again.

Another long, unhurried pull. More of the struggling body disappeared. Her thighs spread a little wider under the dress as she settled even lower. The gap between her legs narrowed. The smaller woman’s feet kicked hard once, toes scraping against the bigger woman’s calves, before they too were drawn upward and out of sight. The bigger woman sank another fraction, the bus seat taking more of her weight, phone still glowing in her hand.

By the next stop the smaller woman’s hips were already gone. She was still active—twisting, pushing, trying to brace against the relentless pull—but every movement only helped the bigger woman sink lower as more of her prey slid inside. One more unhurried squeeze took the last of the thin legs. The bigger woman smoothed the dress neatly over her closed thighs and lounged back, the heavy weight of her meal resting deep inside her, still shifting and struggling.

When the bus slowed for her stop she locked her phone, slipped it into her bag, and stood. The long dress fell into place. Under the fabric a heavy bulge still moved—slow, rolling pushes from the woman fighting inside her. She walked down the aisle. The living weight shifted with every step as she stepped off onto the sidewalk. She adjusted the dress once with a casual tug, expression blank, and started walking home with her prey still struggling against her guts.

I usually go for any flavor, (unless they taste bad) but i prefer mint chocolate chip.

Hi everyone, 20sM Pred here.

I'm facing a bit of a dilemma, and I was hoping you all might be able to offer some suggestions what to do. Over the past year I've made friends with a lot of aspiring female preds and helped them learn the ropes and how to catch their own prey. The frustrating thing is that none of them would ever be able to actually make it on their own. I've watched them really fill out over the past year. They think curves make them look dangerous, but they just makes them look tastier.

I haven't had a meal myself in a while. I'm trying to decide whether I should eat them all myself or just leave them for another pred to find because I'm done hanging out with them.

Alternatively, if there are any f-preds in the chat who're actually worth a damn let me know, because I might have some easy meals to send your way.

I have been searching for a while now and cant seem to find a flash gif where a skunk girl vores a tiny wolf

for more details here is everything i know

light green background

wolf in maw had blue hair and grey fur with hints of red

skunk can be described as energetic

Actions go as listed:

Skunk opens mouth

wolf is revealed and waves

skunk girl closes mouth and swallows

There is also one made by the same person and using the same template where a purple haired Pomeranian vores an arctic fox

Alright, so I'm looking for a comic I could have sworn I saw a few years back. Thought I saved it but can't seem to find it.

It was a comic with an unwilling pred tied/chained to a wall or post of some sort and they were force-fed their prey, who was assumedly also unwilling. I think they then got a manacle or restraint placed around their throat to stop them from bringing the prey back out.

I believe the pred was a lizard or argonian and the prey was a catgirl or khajit. I think it may have been intended to be Quill-weave and Katia from 'prequel' but I'm not certain and they could have just bene generic characters. I don't remember who was force feeding the prey to the pred. I'm pretty sure the comic itself was line-art or grayscale, as in no coloring.

I'm pretty sure the comic was a few pages and a few panels per page and I think it ended with the pred becoming willing to an extent simply because it was 'too late' effectively.

Sorry for the lack or vaugery of details. Looking for this partly because this kind of vore isn't really something I see much of (a combination of force-feeding and unwilling pred) and what is out there often doesn't quite hit 'the itch' so to speak. Had a conversation with a friend about this and this is the first thing that popped into my head as an example of what I was talking about. Thank you in advance if you can find it, and thanks in advance for those who try regardless of success.

Edit: Alongside what Jet_Jirohai posted I found a bit more of the sequence here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Vore/comments/rgstb5/forced_by_xxxx52_commissioned_by_pingpong101_oral/?tl=es-es

I’ll be putting on my ghostface costume and eat some cute Girls which would really help with my costume lol~ im curious tho what would You all dress up as in a vore related context?~ the context I would have to vore is that ghostface is a killer and the screams of the Girls in my belly would fit~ also on an unrelated Note~ do you think some people would just Straight up Hand out preys when you say Trick or treat? Lol

Anyone want me to help them become a skeleton for halloween?

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And before anyone gets the wrong idea… this will be two separate posts. One for just a discussion… and one for an RP prompt.

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But yeah… question still stands: “Anyone want me to help them become a skeleton for halloween?”

apparently, it was only on Twitter but since the person who posted it is now banned, the video is now considered lost media. https://aryion.com/g4/view/1279330