Pinkyrosagiantess vore squirming morph
I jiggle when I bounce 💞
Preds, it's such a power move to lift a leg and let a ripe, bassy, cheek-wobbling fart rip right as the sludgy, liquified mess of your preys remains start to pump from your stomach down into your bowels.
There's no better way to establish dominance over your next meal.
Stretch marks on the belly and hips are honestly just vore tally marks signifying all the prey you've eaten. It's like when WWII pilots drew up their confirmed kills on the side of their planes.
Baking involves chemical reactions and heat, which means that vore with digestion is like baking bread, which means that farts are like an oven timer
It might be a BRAP instead of a DING but both sounds mean that there's a hot, steaming, distinctly-smelling loaf ready to come out
Reblog if you're an NSFW blog not run by a cis dude.
I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.
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I think you’d be so cute, sitting on my lap, with a huge bloated and/or stuffed belly, and I’d tease you, saying how big you got, how your belly takes up so much room in my lap, and I caress every part of you, your thighs, your hips, the sides of your tummy, gentle yet firm touches working up, I’d want you to get so turned on by my touch and words and how full you were that you wouldn’t be able to sit still in my lap, I’d want to squirm around rocking your hips a bit, just giving an obvious sign of how much you were enjoying yourself being so so big and getting all this love and attention
It is a constant and unrelenting thought, it seems.
The desire to be slowly digested by your ravenous stomach. Feeling your hands gripping me, pulling me closer and closer to your open maw. Your warm breath envelops my face before your mouth engulfs my head, then slowly crammed down your tight throat, undoubtedly bulging with my form.
Deeper and deeper I go, feeling more and more of my body passing your lips, hearing your stomach gurgle for its approaching meal. Finally, my head enters your stomach, hot and wet, I can almost feel your anticipation to have my entire body inside it.
The progress hardly slows down. Shoulders, arms, torso, more of me is cramped into your stomach faster than I would have thought. I can only imagine how huge your belly must be from the outside as only my feet are still outside your mouth. I imagine you'd be moaning to yourself if I weren't taking up the entirety of your throat.
But with one final, decisive *GULP*, the last of me slips into your stomach. Your heavy breathing indicates how much effort it took, and now that you're able to moan and groan, it indicates how enjoyable it was to you. But all other sound is soon drowned out by the gurgling around me. You're starting to digest me so soon...and I can barely move.
Your stomach is filling with digestive juices, determined to make me nothing more than a thick, sloshing soup to be pumped through your body soon enough. As much as I can struggle in such a cramped space, I do. I squirm and wriggle inside you, breathing heavier, desperate to avoid my encroaching fate. But it only goes faster. And just as the juices are about to completely fill your stomach, I hear you moan again.
I won't be getting out of here. Not with a captor that seems to relish in my demise as much as you. Soon enough, I'll be nothing but some extra fat dispersed on your body. I was just another meal.
I feel your hand from outside caress my head as you giggle. Apparently a very satisfying meal...