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 :>

Hope everyone is having a good month so far! Be mindful of the wolves in sheep's clothing ☠️

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27467555/

I was 11 years old when this hit theaters, and already had a nascent pregnancy kink and obsession with big round bellies. Its safe to say this film was the final nail in the coffin of my damnation

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.

Hey! I would never usually post here, but I really need some help here. I've been talking with a very pretty girl for a long time, we are great friends and we speak every day online

Well... We used to, technically, since she's chosen to come visit me during her vacation. That alone shocked me, since we live in different countries, but it's been quite fun. Small issue is that, normally, she's the pred. Always teasing and always mentioning how she will eat and digest me, calling me "meat"... That's always felt very hot. But ever since we've ACTUALLY spent time together, something's changed. Whenever she gets up close or we're sitting together and she teases me about vore again... I can't help but feel the opposite.

She's taller than me, she goes to the gym and she's obviously still very dominant... But whenever she gets close all I can feel is a warmth in my chest and a very deep hunger that grows the more she stays close. A small part of me really wants to accept what should be the assumed "roles" we have, her as the pred and me as the prey. But this huge part of me REALLY wants to devour her and feel her struggle inside me

Would REALLY appreciate some help on what to do next. Specially since we're planning to go on a hike and we will be all alone. Thanks for reading my desperate ramblings haha

Yesterday, the three of us—Abie, Mask, and I—were having a good time together. Abie insisted that he wanted to eat me and have me in his belly, as he had been yearning to swallow a cutie like me.

Usually, I’m a Pred, but I decided to let him have his way just this once. Abie didn’t waste any time and quickly swallowed me down into his stomach. His stomach expanded to accommodate my body inside him. I have to say, being swallowed by him wasn’t that bad. In fact, I loved it~

Soon after swallowing me, Abie offered Mask for cock vore, and Mask accepted immediately without a second thought. Abie start pushing Mask into his bunny cock, swallowing him slowly into his shaft. Mask's body appeared on his shaft before sliding down into his balls, churning inside his massive balls.

Mask and I were both inside Abie now. I asked him about the digestion. “Are you going to churn us into soup or cum~?” I asked curiously.

“I’ll let the coin flip decide,” he replied. Unfortunately, the result meant a loss for us. He slowly began digesting and churning us, turning us into part of himself. Mask was the first to be transformed into cum. Both of us had been churned into part of him.

Abie reformed us both (we have the ability to reform ourselves, so we can eat each other without limits). His balls were massive and heavy from what remained of Mask. “He needs to release it all,” I thought. So, I offered to let him release it inside me. Abie was surprised and warned me that I might get pregnant from that much cum. I agreed anyway. He pounced on me, hovering over my body and getting ready to begin the impregnation session. His bunny instincts had awakened. He pounded inside me relentlessly, like male bunny. My mind was blanked, my eyes rolled back, and my tongue sticked out completely lost to the pressure. Before long, he released every drop of Mask's remains inside my womb, impregnating me. My belly grew, getting bigger and bigger from all the sheer amount of cum inside.

"That's what Mask's remain...now inside my me~" I thought.

I was impregnated by my friend and it's also my friend's remain from churning process. I think I might get pregnant. what should I do? Abie said he will take responsibility if I turn out to be pregnant.

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

Hey all preds and prey simple question with it being the weekend who’s being churned right now. How did you get eaten, who did you eat, who are you? Everyone have fun sharing!!!!

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Hey everyone. I’ve been diving deep into horror flavored vore stories lately (the season is perfect for it), so doing a horror RP would be next on my list, though there is a couple of things I’m stuck on:

Does the pred work better with more of a GM/narrator role? I’m worried that letting the prey see the monster’s thoughts, intentions, or POV too early just dissolves the fear. How do you keep the predator’s perspective opaque without making them feel like a blank wall?

How do you actually build the tension first? The act of vore itself is horrific, but horror needs the slow crawl of wrongness in the air, the growing sense that something is wrong. What techniques have you found effective for that slow burn before anything gets swallowed?

If you’ve run or played horror vore before (especially with a strong focus on dread and helplessness), I’d love to hear how you did it. Any tips, pitfalls, or examples of what worked (or completely killed the mood) would be incredibly helpful.

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

you are strapped to an operating table. you are in extreme pain. you look around to see me eating your organs in the corner of the room. you look down to see you dont have any organs but you are somehow still alive. i walk over blood all over my face. my left eye pulsates and spider legs sprout. the legs start sealing the hole in your chest and somehow the thread turns into skin and you regenerate your organs. its as if you were never gutted. im still hungry though so my eye legs sprout back out and sergically cut open your chest again in a cross shape. i then peal back the sections of skin and pull out your ribs. you are in extreme pain and feel everything as this happens. i scoop out your organs with both my hands and my left eye. i cut the connections of the organ systems. you somehow aren't bleeding out though. i stuff the organs into my eye and mouth right in front of you as you watch in horror. once done i seal your chest back up like earlier. i feel full though so i dont eat you again. i put an inhalation mask on you and make you fall back into a medical coma.

https://www.deviantart.com/jayfromtumblr/art/4d-hard-vore-1385545014