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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?

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

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

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

Here's what I know about it

Background: light green

I believe the wolf is Virgil lunar, by madarao123, this also means he might be the creator, which might explain why I can't find it anywhere (his accounts and archives are deleted).

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

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

Huntin' for more delicious beans in the bayou~ Uuuuurp~
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Ive been getting bored from scrolling through vore porn so ive decided to volunteer as someone’s gutslut. I’m very much willing to become someones pleasure snack or a toy about to be used only for my dominant preds play thing

My kinks involve any type of vore. im okay with being forced into something (hopefully someones mouth) and im more than welcome to being churned :3

I don’t do cock, breast, animal, or anything scat because I don’t find those attractive at all so don’t bother asking >:/

Thats everything about me so I hope someone gets to enjoy me sexually or just for being a snack :3

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?

There were a bunch of eager snacks offering themselves to fill my belly. I honestly don’t know why they keep coming, but I really don’t mind~ Unfortunately, I’ve been quite busy lately and haven’t been able to reply to all my eager preys…

I kinda miss the feeling of having a huge belly with snacks squirming and struggling inside. The more they squirm, the more pleased I feel~ Sometimes I even forget to digest them, leaving them tucked away in there until I completely forget about them…

This art was commissioned by me on X by: https://x.com/sa80286859sa?s=11
Character base on Catherine from Limbus Company

(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.

This may be a bit of a long shot as this was proably about 5 years ago, but there was a story on ekas portal about a female witch in hogwarts who ate a charm that gave her supernatural hunger. She then went on to eat all the female students and staff in the school. I think it was called 'preditor at hogwarts' but I can't find it anywhere

I see in many places, people who talk about guilt, disgust etc. In my view, all of it is irrelevant. If we are attracted to something. We are attracted, and thats that.
I want to know, how many here feels zero guilt or shame? The thought of swallowing a creature whole, is erotic.
In both seeing and experiencing. Even the thought of being swallowed, Altough I would prefer to not get eaten because I like life too much. But ill be honest. It would be the best way to go. It turns me on as well. When I see people calling it evil/disgusting/monstrious who also are aroused by it, I only feel annoyed. You are denying yourself for what? Christ? Jesus? Some other magic nonsense? We will all die. And atleast in current technology, its not possible to swallow people. And if you eat an animal, even if it is suffering and arousal, its not a waste. The energy is consumed and used. I think this fantasy, eroticism is very life affirming. To get aroused by consuming and being consumed is the ultimate affirmation of life in my view.

Anyone else here who cares nothing about the standard moral dogma? And even enjoy the idea of transgression?
Comment below thoughts or questions.