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I offer no resistance to the pressure of his index finger on the back of my skull as it guides my head, pressing my face into his tongue. The softness of the muscle rises and molds itself around my face’s contours, the texture of his tastebuds registering on my cheeks. I try to tilt my head up in the hopes of looking ahead of me, but he feels my tiny struggles and a slight increase in pressure is all it takes to quell my movements completely. His breath, warm as dryer exhaust, hangs heavy in the air as it tumbles out over my back, the liquid heat of it seeping into my skin, and I can’t help but give in. Blind, I focus on the pure sensations. His finger slides my head forward, my torso following. He lets the tip of his tongue gently explore my chest, even the tiniest twitches on his part nudging my entire body around. I feel the ambient temperature around me climb as his tongue shifts under me, lifting me and pulling me into his mouth. I finally manage to pick up my head, only for his lips to close silently behind me. The edges of his teeth brush my calves as a slight suction pulls me in past his jaws and I find what little weight I have fully supported by his tongue. Just when I get the smallest semblance of my bearings back, shakily rising to my hands and knees on the subtly shifting muscle below me, he flattens his tongue, cups it around my form, and scoops me forwards, making me faceplant into its supple surface once again. I concede for good this time, going limp and letting myself collapse into it like a beanbag chair. I sink into it like quicksand. It rolls my rag doll body around, dizzying and disorienting me until I don’t know which way is up. Suddenly, he tucks me somewhere tighter, a firmer surface against my back, and I realize I’m pinned to his palate, just before the entrance of his throat. The world around me tilts back and hangs still and tense and I’m left there waiting, reeling… until at last his tongue lurches up under me, folding me into his throat, and just like that I’m pulled down into the darkness deep inside him.

Spelunking.

Super short (2.5K) self indulgent story of a borrower!you getting caught by Christopher and swallowed up <3 Maybe bring better equipment next time you try borrowing from a maneater...

G/t, ambiguous ending, rope play in the throat, and mentions of fatal <3 enjoy!

You can’t believe you got caught.

The man who lives in the apartment you’ve been borrowing from is home so rarely that you suppose you’ve gotten careless. After all, he’s never around to hear your heavy footsteps on the counters or the scrabbling of clumsy hands against drawers. His two cats are easy enough to maneuver around as well, seeing as one of them is trained well enough to not go on the counter, and to scream at the other one whenever it gets the bright idea of chasing you along the countertop. 

You’d been testing your new rope, tying it to all manner of things in the kitchen and letting yourself be slowly lowered off the edges of drawers, tables, counters… and hadn’t been bothering to keep your laughter at your successes quiet, nor the thuds of your tiny boots as you’d climbed up the edges of his walls and cabinets. 

Everything had been going so well that you’d somehow missed the sound of the bedroom door opening and the light in the hallway, and by the time you realized that something was amiss… was only due to clawed fingers wrapping around your waist and a soft coo of: “Oh, what do we have here?”

And now, here you are, dangling between his fingers from the rope you’d thought had been such a clever tool to get around the maze of his apartment. You can’t bring yourself to speak as you stare up at him meekly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes seem cold and far away- near impossible to read. 

He hasn’t spoken since his initial greeting, if you can even call it that. All he’s done is stare at you with that coldness in his eyes, almost as if he’s calculating something- blinking every now and again, though it does nothing to set your mind at ease. If anything, it makes you feel worse, and when he opens his lips and finally speaks to you properly-

“Well. You should fit. This should be interesting.”

-it does nothing to calm your nerves. 

Before you can ask him what he means, the air is forced out of your lungs by him tugging on your little rope, effortlessly and haphazardly lifting you into the air above his face and leaving you to stare down at him in terrified disbelief. You’ve never met this human before, but from what you’ve gathered, there’s nothing too horrible about him. 

With your lower lip trembling, you look down into his deep brown eyes, searching for any trace of a joke or flickers of sympathy. 

What you receive in return is a toothy smirk. One that plays out almost in slow motion, leaving you helpless to watch as his lips curl away from his teeth, showing the gleaming, drool-slicked and sharp points lining his gums. Your heart starts racing at the sight of them, and again, you try to find your words- but you’re once again interrupted by something terrifying. 

Those teeth were bad enough on their own, but as you stare down at Christopher’s freckled face… they begin to part. 

A warm blast of air rises from the chasm opening beneath you and you find yourself unable to look away as the huge muscle of his tongue shifts- easily the size of a small mattress and just as cushioned- moving from one side of the pink and dripping cavern to the other. The surface of it flexes in waves, and you follow the muscle back toward the darkest pit in the back of his jaws- marked by a swinging uvula and a streamlined tunnel designed to cram anything it can fit inside down.

His throat flexes, and his whole mouth shifts at once- a mess of moving pieces and parts and flesh and teeth rearranging to allow him a soft swallow- and when it opens again, strings of drool connect the bottom of his jaws to the top like the bars of a prison cell. 

Unable to speak, your own mouth opens and closes as you watch his throat shift with his every breath, the idle motions of his tongue twitching and swaying as more and more saliva floods the cavern. 

You’re transfixed, though the spell breaks when his grip on your rope abruptly falters- sending you falling a few inches closer to the gaping maw with a scream. 

A laugh rolls over you in response, and you gasp, clutching the rope in your fingers despite the knot keeping you secure. You’re spinning now, watching the gullet beneath you pulse as you rotate, unable to keep yourself from noticing that it seems to be pulsing in anticipation, the tongue stretching out from between those lips as if to echo the sentiment. 

He’s going to eat you.

No. No, he won’t. 

Surely he won’t. 

Despite not being human, you think for a moment that you’ll be able to appeal to his sympathy, though when you manage to tear your gaze away from his maw to try looking into his eyes--

The rope slides easily through his fingers, and with a rush of air, you plummet- your scream being cut off and muffled by his tongue greeting you. It all but wraps around your sides, and you feel it constrict, pinning your arms to your torso as its owner tips his head back and allows you to fall backward into the cage of his mouth. 

You scream as the tongue folds over you greedily, drinking in your flavour and slathering you in thick saliva. The surface won’t stop moving beneath your hands- cushy and soft and speckled with taste buds that leave a faint bumpy texture pressing against your palms and fingers- though when he abruptly licks you again, you’re flipped onto your side, helpless to do anything but let his tongue squish tightly against your back. The muscle is hot and explorative, wasting no time in dragging its tip along your flailing limbs. 

Everything around you is hot and slick, but the more you fight against it, the more of his saliva seeps through your clothes, soaking your skin and causing you to slip around easily in the chasm of his mouth. A zigzag of light filtering between his teeth is the only way for you to see the warm pink of his tongue as it continues to effortlessly bat you and part of your flimsy rope around. 

It’s… so easy for him. 

So easy to treat you as nothing more than a sweet treat. You find yourself pushed against his fangs more than once, and each time, you suck in a sharp breath and wait for him to chew you to pieces- all the while trying to peer out past his lips for one more glance at the world you’re leaving behind.

You don’t get one. 

All your squirms earn you is more buffeting from the tongue, more hums of delight from the throat that you know is yawning wide behind you, but you don’t allow yourself to look at it, trying instead to drag yourself forward in the dripping mouth of the beast. You’re close. Your fingers reach the very edge of his gums and you strain to pull yourself up from his gullet even as you feel your legs brush the very edge of his throat.

A throat that twitches eagerly, the muscles there relaxing with a soft slrrrk of noise- and you yelp as you find yourself falling deeper into the squishy tube. 

“NO-”

The tongue that had been idly sloshing you around arches, filling his mouth and squeezing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry- though you don’t have time to be worried about that as you realize what the predator’s doing.

Swallowing. He’s swallowing. The gullet behind you lurches, a tiny hlrk and a bob of the muscles behind you causing you to throw your arms forward as gravity changes- but you’re too covered in saliva to get a grip on anything. Instead, you’re forced to feel his uvula drag across the back of your shoulders as he hums- the noise loud enough to make your chest feel like it’s buzzing. 

You’re squashed under his uvula entirely with another firm swallow, leaving you scrambling against the plush back of his tongue as you try to reach the swinging tab of flesh. Your fingers are tangled tightly in your rope, clutching it in utter desperation. It’s still holding fast. Still tied to something. 

You try to remember if you saw it caught between his molars or canines as you try to hoist yourself further up his gullet- barely able to even paw the backmost part of his tongue in your attempts to reach freedom. It’s still somewhat taut, taut enough that there’s hope…

…as light falls over you, you look up from the depths of his throat, for one fleeting moment allowing yourself to think that he’s about to cough you up. It must be a mistake. He seems like a kind enough man, and you shift your position slightly to see better, wiping a string of drool out of your face as a shadow falls over his jaws. 

His hand. 

And in his fingers…

No…

In his fingers, he’s lazily clutching the end of your rope. He holds it there with a soft chuckle, one that makes the throat around you ripple, before you watch his mouth start to relax as it closes for what you realize in terror is the final time.

“Wait- wait wait wait-!"

When he swallows, the walls of his throat clutch tight around you, rippling with a soft ulp that folds around you and tries to squeeze you down along with it. Your whole body jerks in place, being squashed tighter into the living tunnel before the rope pulls taut and forces you back up- which causes the muscles around you to quiver and the predator they belong to to hum. 

It’s absolutely deafening this close to his voicebox. 

You gasp as the slimy walls finally ease up, trembling at the sensation of something pressing at you from outside of your new prison. At first, you almost think you’re imagining it, but when the throat around you twitches in response to a firmer press, you realize those are fingers pressing against you from the outside. 

You can’t help but imagine yourself as a lump in Christopher’s throat. 

As you struggle harder, forcing your elbows out against the taunting squishes, in you mind’s eye, you see the small flutter of your movements settled just above his collarbone- the way you stretch the freckled skin and wriggle just beneath it- and as you tug on the rope in a desperate attempt to shimmy back up the way you came-

GLURK.

-the throat constricts tighter, and this time you can’t keep yourself from giving a yelp as you’re sucked further into Christopher’s esophagus- settled just beside his thudding heart. The walls of his gullet have grown tighter, as has the knot of the rope around your waist thanks to said walls hungrily rippling around you in an attempt to squeeze you deeper inside. Again, you struggle to haul yourself further up the rope that’s keeping you suspended in his chest. Your saliva slicked hands fumble to get a grip, and you curse yourself for not having tied too many knots in it before trying to use it out borrowing. In the pitch darkness of his throat, you can’t see much aside a very faint red- the light from outside only penetrating deep enough for you to see the faint outlines of the esophagus squeezing around you. 

Your rope is still being held snugly by the gullet’s walls, the red lifeline almost vanishing into the pulsing darkness, but you squint through the saliva running down your face just long enough to realize how far down you’ve been squeezed. Seeming miles of throat stretch above you, and a flicker of light from the top of the tunnel causes your heart to sink. On either side of you, you hear a rush of air filling your devourer’s lungs, and everything tightens as they fill with oxygen, preparing for another-

Gulp.

-for him, it must be nothing. Just soft and lazy bobs of his adam’s apple that allow your rope to fall deeper into the folds of his throat. You can almost imagine how faint the sound of him swallowing must be outside of the sweltering confines you’re in now- but you can’t quite cling to the illusion long enough to mute the disgusting squelch and ULLLLK that draw you deep enough to feel a distinct change in heat.

Heat from below you.

Heat coupled by the sound of an organic growl, and your heart grows cold despite the warmth of the predator surrounding you as you realize how close to the belly of the beast you’ve gotten.

You scramble against the soft walls, tugging on your slack rope more and more as the sound of gurgling grows louder beneath you. You can’t end up in his stomach. You won’t. You’re a borrower, you’re not-

Glmpk.

He swallows once more. 

Firmly. 

Firmly enough that you manage to look above you in terror, watching the tunnel of his throat constrict in a wave that rushes toward you in the dark, too fast for you to do anything but take a breath in before you’re squished firmly into the upper stomach sphincter. 

Then through it.

Your tiny form lands in his stomach with a wet plop.

The walls around you shudder with a gurgle of greeting, and above you, you hear a long and contented sigh breeze up from the throat you fought for your life not to get squeezed down- unable to keep yourself from envying the air for being able to get past his lips.

You’re not as lucky as the air. The stomach containing you groans in emphasis, the organ steadily starting to rock this way and that, the walls rippling inwards eagerly in what you realize are the beginnings of digestion. Your hands find the rope and you pull on it sharply, earning the sound of a muffled glp from above and the sensation of more and more of it pulling into his belly, coiling around you on the fleshy floor, gulp after gulp ushering it down, down…

The piece of yarn bobs momentarily at the back of Christopher’s throat, and it brushes the folds of flesh there as its pulled down his gullet. It isn’t fully soaked through with his saliva, not yet, and as he sits with his jaws open, he gulps, feeling it stick dryly in his throat- though he persists in his task anyway. 

With a few more short swallows, there’s no trace left of you at all. No rope dangles from between his lips. No shape wriggles in his throat, and as he trails a hand down to his comfortably full stomach… he grins at the realization that you fit so perfectly inside that you’ve completely vanished from the outside world. Not even a lump against his middle surfaces to show anyone where you’ve vanished to, and he purrs in delight, trailing his fingers over his middle and hiccuping suddenly when you squirm. 

“Oh, don’t worry.”

His voice rumbles around you, echoing over the sounds of digestion. One of the fleshy walls folds inward with a prod against you and you feel the tip of one of his claws massaging you into the lining. 

“I think I’m going to let my guts take their time with you… best get comfy in there.” 

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What I’d do for a Livable Income  (Synopsis/Chapter - List) Part 1

Summary

“What I’d Do For A Livable Income” is a fantasy drama that uses vore as a plot device to build and explore a world where magic and monsters disguised as humans exist in a modern setting—all hidden in plain sight.

The story focuses on the human Lynette’s struggle to understand her new “friends” at the Happy Pizzeria, all while doing her best to avoid becoming their lunch. What kind of hijinks will they get up to as she learns more and more about the world of monsters and magic that exists alongside her own?

Content Warning! - This story will contain nonsexual vore, usually soft and nonfatal with unwilling prey, possessive predators, strong language, and serious themes including but not limited to fatal vore, emotional and physical harm, suicide, and more, though some themes do not appear until much later in the story. Read at your own discretion!

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Chapters

Arc One: Awakening

Ch. 1 // Happy Pizzeria // Day 0  (Sept. 7th, Wednesday) - Lynette gets hired

Ch. 2 // Too Good to be True // Day 1 (Sept. 8th, Thursday) - A “normal” first day 

Ch. 3 // Should I Stay or Should I Go? // Day 1 (Sept. 8th, Thursday) - The aftermath 

Ch. 4 // Clever // Day 2 (Sept. 9th, Friday) - Lynette outsmarts Alexander

Ch. 5 // Gotcha! // Day 3 (Sept. 10th, Saturday) - Alexander gets her back

Ch. 6 // Fool Me Twice! // Day 4 (Sept. 11th, Sunday) - Outplayed once again

Ch. 7 // Either Him or Me~ // Day 5 (Sept. 12th, Monday) - Lynette chooses a pred

Ch. 8 // Need Some Help? // Day 6 (Sept. 15th, Thursday) - A newcomer Zilla offers Lynette “help”. 

Ch. 9 // Let’s Make A Bet // Day 7 (Sept. 16th, Friday) -  Lynette finds a way to “win”

Ch. 10 // Take One // Day 8 (Sept. 17th, Saturday) 

Ch. 11 // Not a Peep! // Day 9 (Sept. 18th, Sunday)

Ch. 12 // Where’s The Justice? // Day 10 (Sept. 19th, Monday)

Ch. 13 // I’m the Hunter now! // Day 11 (Sept. 22nd, Thursday)

Ch. 14 // You’re the Hunter, huh? // Day 12 (Sept. 23rd, Friday)

Ch. 15 // Drink This // Day 13 (Sept. 24th, Saturday)

Ch. 16 // Easy to Swallow // Day 13 (Sept. 24th, Saturday)

Ch. 17 // A Little Hunting // Day 13 (Sept. 24th, Saturday)

Ch. 18 // Let’s Get Something Light // Day 14 (Sept. 25th, Sunday)

Ch. 19 // Short End of the Stick // Day 14 (Sept. 25th, Sunday)

Ch. 20 // About Our Small Deal // Day 15 (Sept. 26th, Monday)

Ch. 21 // Take A Shot // Day 16 (Sept. 29th, Thursday)

Ch. 22 // The Obsession Part 1 // Day 17 (Sept. 30th, Friday)

Ch. 23 // The Obsession Part 2 // Day 17 (Sept. 30th, Friday)

Ch. 24 // Day-Off // Day 18 (Oct. 1st, Saturday)

Ch. 25 // What Festival? // Day 19 (Oct. 2nd, Sunday)

Ch. 26 // Ten Fold // Day 20 (Oct. 3rd, Monday)

Ch. 27 // What’s in the BOX! Part 1 // Day 21 (Oct. 6th Thursday)

Ch. 28 // What’s in the BOX! Part 2 // Day 21 (Oct. 6th Thursday)

Ch. 29 // The Morning Crew // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 30 // The Life Festival Day 1 // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 31 // You’re Bearable Like That… // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 32 // Let’s Explore A Bit! // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 33 // We’re Both Idiots! // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 34 // I’m Going to Bed // Day 22 (Oct. 7th Friday)

Ch. 35 // Life Festival Day 2 // Day 23 (Oct. 8th, Saturday)

Ch. 36 // Parched // Day 23 (Oct. 8th, Saturday)

Ch. 37 // I…Agreed // Day 23 (Oct. 8th, Saturday)

Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23 (Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))

(Day skip)

Ch. 39 // Cravings // Day 25 (Oct. 10th, Monday) 

Ch. 40 // All Alone, Are You? // Day 25 (Oct. 10th, Monday)

Ch. 41 // Then Starve // Day 26 (Oct. 13th, Thursday)

Ch. 42 // To Finish Our Deal // Day 26 (Oct. 13th, Thursday)

Ch. 43 // “Relief” // Day 27 (Oct. 14th, Friday)

Ch. 44 // Just My Luck // Day 27 (Oct. 14th, Friday)

Ch. 45 // Don’t wake the Beast // Day 28 (Oct. 15th, Saturday)

Ch. 46 // I’ll Remember That // Day 28 (Oct. 15th, Saturday)

Ch. 47 // I heard you // Day 29 (Oct. 16th, Sunday)

Ch. 48 // I’ll “Break” This Game // Day 30 (Oct. 17th, Monday)

***Two Week Skip***

Ch. 49 // I’ll Help Set Up, Regrettably // Day 42 (Oct. 31st, Monday)

Ch. 50 // My First Halloween Party! // Day 42 (Oct. 31st, Monday)

Ch. 51 // She’s a…!!!! // Day 42 (Oct. 31st, Monday)

Ch. 52 // Hey Again, Short Fuse // Day 42 (Oct. 31st, Monday)

Ch. 53 // Girls Day Out // Day 42 ½ (Nov. 2nd, Wednesday)

*Day Skip*

Arc Two: I’m Not Useless

Ch. 54 // I Feel A Breeze // Day 44 (Nov. 4th, Friday)

Ch. 55 // Honey, You’ve Got A Big Storm Comin’! Part 1 // Day 45 (Nov. 5th, Saturday)

Ch. 55 // Honey, You’ve Got A Big Storm Comin’!  Part 2 // Day 45 (Nov. 5th, Saturday)  

Ch. 57 // She’s a Payton!? // Day 45 (Nov. 5th, Saturday)

*Day Skipped*

Ch. 58 // Precipitation Shaft: Part 1 // Day 47 (Nov. 7th, Monday)

Ch. 59 // Precipitation Shaft: Part 2 // Day 47 (Nov. 7th, Monday)

Ch. 60 // The Eye of the Storm // Day 47 ½ (Nov. 8th, Tuesday)

*Day Skipped*

Ch. 61 // Gust Front // Day 48 (Nov. 10th, Thursday)

Ch. 62 // The Downburst: Part 1 // Day 49 (Nov. 11th, Friday)

Ch. 63 // The Downburst: Part 2 // Day 49 (Nov. 11th, Friday)

Ch. 64 // The Confession // Day 50 (Nov. 12th, Saturday)

Ch. 65 // Take My Hand // Day 51 (Nov. 13th, Sunday)

Ch. 66 // Welcome to My Hovel // Day 51 (Nov. 13th, Sunday)

Ch. 67 // Stuck On Repeat // Day 52 (Nov. 14th, Monday)

Ch. 68 // Suntouched // Day XXX (Claudia’s Backstory)

Ch. 69 // I’m Useful // Day XXX (Claudia’s Backstory)

Ch. 70 // What Do You Live For? // Day XXX (Claudia’s Backstory)

Ch. 71 // Live On Uri. // Day XXX (Claudia’s Backstory)

Ch. 72 // We’ll Be Free // Day XXX (Claudia’s Backstory)

Ch. 73 // I Won’t Leave You // Day 52 (Nov. 14th, Monday)

Ch. 74 // Mask-Less // Day 52 (Nov. 14th, Monday)

Ch. 75 // I’m Home // Day 52 (Nov. 14th, Monday)

Ch. 76 // I’ve Missed This // Day 52 (Nov. 14th, Monday)

*Day Skipped*

Ch. 77 // Happy Birthday // Day 53  (Nov. 16th, Wednesday)

*Day Skipped*

Arc Three: Let Go

Ch. 78 // Rat In A Maze // Day 54 Part 1 (Nov. 18th, Friday)

Ch. 79 // Ready For Your Swim, Tiny~ // Day 54 Part 2 (Nov. 18th, Friday)

Ch. 80 // Itty Bitty Issues  // Day 55 Part 1  (Nov. 19th, Saturday)

Ch. 81 // Can You Hear Me? // Day 55 Part 2  (Nov. 19th, Saturday)

Ch. 82 // Not Tall Enough // Day 56  (Nov. 20th, Sunday)

Ch. 83 // Your Turn Again, Claudia… // Day 57 (Bonus Chapter) (Nov. 21st, Monday)

Ch. 84 // I’m Thankful For…// Day 58 (Nov. 24th, Thursday)

Ch. 85 // Idiocy // Day 59 (Nov. 25th, Friday)

*Week Skip.*

Ch. 86 // Let Me Win // Day 66 (Dec. 4th, Sunday)

Ch. 87 // A Game Of BlackJack~ // Day 67 (Dec. 5th, Monday)

…

Thank you for reading thus far! The rest of the chapters can be viewed in WIDFALI Master-List Part 2! 

I don't know why, but the idea of someone big and strong stepping over a tiny to be a physical wall between the tiny and something else (something bad) is one gt trope that gets my heart-a-flutter.

G/t and protection is like, my kinda cocktail

An old animation thumbnailing you might've seen in my 2020 animation compliation-

Mouthplay

I love the concept of a pred trying to ease their prey into allowing themself to be eaten.

The pred opens their mouth wide, letting little hands feel around. Trailing their palms over the smooth glistening teeth, tracing over sharp canines. Bushing over the tongue with a feather light touch, making the pred shiver and exhale. A puff of warm breath blowing over the tiny.

Small hands holding onto their bottom lip as they lean down to press a kiss to their pred’s lip. In turn the pred gently flicks the prey’s chin with their tongue. They close their lips over the prey’s hands, licking and sucking at them. Shivering at the odd feeling of tiny fingers against their tongue.

They open their mouth to let their prey take their hands back. Gently pushing the prey back to lay down, the pred tracing their finger down the prey’s side, gentle hungry eyes gaze down at them. So full of love and awe at their trust. The pred leans down, face hovering above them as warm puffs of air fan over their tiny body. The pred’s tongue slips out from between pink lips to drag up the prey’s front.

The pred laps at them, soft licks slowly becoming stronger, pressing their body into the table top below. The pred hums at their flavour, they taste wonderful. The pred leans forwards to lick from their torso up to their chin, pulling back to admire the beautiful blush that pools in the prey’s cheeks.

The prey leans up to brush their hand across their pred’s bottom teeth and in turn the pred takes the prey’s arm into their mouth, using gentle pressure to nibble at their arm playfully.

Pulling back the pred moves down, tongue slipping out to scoop the prey’s legs up, drawing the limbs into their mouth. They push down, closing their lips around the prey’s waist. They hum at the prey’s taste, smiling around their body.

The prey watches as their legs disappear into the pred’s maw. They reach out to stroke the top lip, smiling as the pred melts under their touch.

Ever so small, yet they hold so much power over the pred.

The pred sits back taking the prey with them, a hand hovering beneath their tiny form. The pred leans completely back, tilting their head back so the prey is vertical. The prey stares down at the pred’s blissed out expression as they softly taste the tiny on their tongue.

In one fluid motion the tongue slips out beneath the prey to curl over the top of their head. Lips opening just long enough to draw the prey down between them. Teeth clicking shut behind them. The pred groans at the feeling of their tiny weight resting in their mouth. So perfect.

The pred flicks the prey over their teeth and into their cheek, sucking their tiny form. Righting their head, the pred opens their eyes to look in the vanities mirror. Smirking at the sight of the prey’s squirming outline through their cheek. They watch on for a moment, enjoying the feeling of tiny hands pressing to the soft flesh of their cheek. The pred eventually rolls them back onto their tongue opening their mouth, they grin at the little face peeking from between their lips in the mirror.

The prey rolls over onto their stomach to look for themselves. They like the reflection, their pred looks so happy and they’re so comfy. The pred’s tongue flicks up to lick their face, chuckling at the disgusted look the prey shoots them through the mirror.

The tongue below them bucks and they’re drawn backwards as the pred swallows them. Mouth still open, the pred watches as they disappear from their maw. They close their mouth and tilt their head back slightly to watch the bump appear in their throat. They trace it with their eyes as it disappears behind their collarbone.

Delicious.

The pred sighs, satisfied with their little snack as the prey spills out into their stomach. They recline in their chair, patting their stomach softly. “You really hit the spot, sweetheart~” they grin as the prey curls up warm and comfy in their pred’s stomach, blushing at the praise.

Hey guys, I'm actually around for Vore Day for the first time! In honor of the momentous occasion, I have written the most self-indulgent, fluffiest 2nd POV vore I could possibly come up with involving my giant OC Christopher.

The following contains soft, safe, g/t vore, mouthplay, and nonsexual intimacy. Whether that's romantic or platonic is up to your interpretation. About 2800 words.

Happy 8/8!

Songs I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Every Other Freckle by alt-J and Gooey by Glass Animals

(can read on A03 here)

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More than Enough

It was moments like this that you enjoyed the most—where you stood next to a giant that could easily fit you in the palm of their hand, yet as you met his gaze, he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world. As if his whole being revolved around someone only four inches tall. 

“What are you staring at?” you said with a laugh, standing with your arms crossed as you looked up at Christopher, who sat facing you on the bed.

You heard the giant chuckle as he lowered himself onto his stomach, putting his arms on either side of you as if to trap you between them. His long, dark hair fell over his shoulders and splayed across the white sheets as he stared at you with similarly dark eyes, now at your level, full of a wondrous admiration. You felt a flutter in the core of your very being, soft at first before rising to a beating crescendo.

“Close your eyes,” he crooned, stroking your hair with a single, long finger. “And keep them closed. Will you do that for me, doll?”

“Close my eyes?” You obeyed, of course, but you wondered what exactly you were preparing for—though you felt like you had an idea of what to expect. 

You could feel Christopher move closer, keeping you upright with his fingers wrapped gently around your torso. His warm breath washed over your skin, raising goosebumps on the back of your neck as you felt his soft lips brush your entire face. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, his deep voice almost buzzing with satisfaction now. You didn’t need to see to know that he was grinning from ear to ear. “Just like that.” 

“Wh—” 

Your question was interrupted by the giant’s lips pressing against you, and you drowned in the softness that seemed to envelop you in that moment. Caught between his mouth and his fingers, you couldn’t move or escape, but instead of feeling trapped, you gave in to the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by Christopher. You’d long since become accustomed to the idea of helplessness, but it never seemed that way, not with him. 

Instead, in this moment, you felt free.

He pressed you deeper into the kiss with one of his fingers at the back of your head, being met with minimal resistance on your part. Eagerly, you reached up to feel his bottom lip, squeezing it gently. It wasn’t a hug, but it was the best sort of embrace you could manage at your size, in this position. 

You could feel him laugh softly as he moved his lips across you—slowly down your arms, trailing across your chest, grazing the bare skin of your legs. The tip of his tongue snuck out near your ankle, leaving a slight sheen of saliva behind.

“I felt that,” you said, unable to suppress a grin. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

His amusement was obvious as it seemed to travel from his chest all the way to your own through his low chuckle. He moved his lips up to your head and pressed you further into him as he spoke. “You make it so hard, you know. I want to keep seeing that cute look on your face. But you’re just…” he paused, using the tip of his tongue to move slowly along your jaw and up your cheek, “so delicious. You’re too tempting, doll.”

“I still think you’re just a little addicted,” you teased. “I can’t be that good.” 

“Don’t you start selling yourself short,” he chuckled, taking one of your hands between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips. He placed a kiss on it before drawing it further into his mouth, running his tongue against your palm slowly and deliberately before letting it go. “I happen to be an expert on the subject of taste. And when it comes to you…” 

He moved his lips to the top of your head now, and you shuddered as you felt his warm breath travel all the way down to your toes. 

“...there’s no comparison.” 

You felt your cheeks burn. “I…can’t open my eyes yet, can I?”

“No,” he purred softly, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke. “Not yet, doll.”

You knew what to expect from the moment you felt his lips part above you. His tongue reached out to caress your face as his lips closed just below your neck. A wet, familiar warmth encompassed you then, and you could only stay still as his tongue moved slowly against your face, encouraging you to relax into it as he tasted you.

You could feel him swallow around you, the excess saliva traveling down his throat and away from you. The sound of it was loud, surrounding you and reverberating through your ears. 

He opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to draw in a deep breath—you hadn’t realized how your lungs had been straining while you surrendered yourself to the mercy of his tongue. You only got a brief moment of respite, though, before his tongue slid all the way down the rest of your body until it touched your toes. He closed his mouth around your entire body easily, though he allowed you to remain standing on the bed as he did so.

There was no other sensation to pay attention to except for being pressed between Christopher’s tongue and the roof of his mouth behind you, the warmth, the saliva that covered every inch of you now, and the occasional swallows that echoed in your ears.

His tongue overwhelmed your senses, demanding every ounce of your attention as it moved against you, gently but decisively rolling up and down your body with a tender affection, a desire you could easily lose yourself in.

As his lips moved upwards, past your elbows for the briefest moment, you reached out to touch his chin, leaving behind a tiny, damp print of saliva on his skin as you did so. It was always so hard to simply stand there. You wanted to reciprocate—to somehow show this giant that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, even if your size made such a task monumentally more difficult. 

You knew he felt it, though, when you heard him chuckle deeply before enveloping your body within his mouth again, his lips closing firmly around your ankles before his tongue swept you upward, bringing your feet in past his lips and teeth so that there was no longer a part of you outside of the giant. 

And then, you were no longer standing. Though there was no hope of seeing, you could tell that Christopher had sat up in bed, thanks to the faint sensation of vertigo in your chest. The tongue in front of you became the tongue under you, and suddenly you could breathe again as you lifted your face up, balancing on your forearms as you tried to regain some composure, dizzied and breathless as you were. 

You didn’t have more than a moment to rest as Christopher pushed you up against the roof of his mouth. You felt the hard palate against your back as the comparatively soft tongue curled against you, pressing into you ardently as if to savor every inch of your body that it could reach. You could hear—no, feel the gentle sounds of pleasure humming all around you as he delighted in your taste. It was almost like a contented purr—a sound distinctly inhuman, a sound that reminded you of the fact that Christopher was not as human as he might appear to be. 

He swallowed several times, keeping you pinned to the roof of his mouth as he did so, and you wondered how long it would be before he let go, letting you slip down his throat with the saliva. 

But that didn’t happen. Instead, his tongue seemed to reorient you in his mouth, and you lost track of which way was up or down before a cool sensation washed over the top of your head—his mouth must have opened, and you had been turned around so that your head was the closest to the outside world.

With a loving, gentle touch, he slowly extended his tongue out with you on it as he grasped your shoulders between his solid, warm fingers and pulled you out, his lips closing around you as he did so. His tongue gave your feet a playful flick on the way out.

You were now nestled in Christopher’s palm, thoroughly drenched in saliva that stuck to your hair, your clothes, and your skin like a cold, moist blanket. You missed the warmth inside of his mouth, and couldn’t help but shiver a little.

“You can open your eyes now, doll.”

Slowly, you peeled your eyes open again, squinting at the brightness of the room for a second as your sight adjusted. Christopher’s face took up the entire field of your vision, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes as he traced a finger down along your frame, seemingly indifferent to the saliva you were coated in.

You didn’t have words. You never did. Christopher always stole them from you, robbing your lungs of breath and your head of thoughts until all you could do was stare back at him with wide, admiring eyes, drinking in the giant’s overwhelming and captivating presence until you felt your very being would burst from the magnitude of it. 

“Are you still doubting how good you taste?” He smirked, wiping away a strand of saliva from his lips with a slow, deliberate motion of a single finger, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. 

You swallowed, something between nerves and adoration swimming around in your heart. Your lungs were working overtime trying to get you to breathe evenly, and you could barely manage a coherent word between their efforts. 

“Addicted,” you gasped, laughing breathlessly. 

Christopher grinned widely at your teasing. “Oh, shut up.” He pressed his nose into you until you were lying flat on his palm, trapped beneath it. You could feel the slight flare of his nostrils release a soft puff of warmth against you. His lips brushed against your legs. “I’ll show you addicted.” 

“C-Christopher?” you stuttered, hoping to get a word out this time before you were taken to a place where he could no longer hear you.

He didn’t move his face away from you, but he paused to hear you out. “Hmm?” The hum of his voice vibrated against you, making you shiver.

You looked up at him, your view mostly obscured from this angle but no less enthralling. You placed your hands on either side of his nose and leaned into it as much as you could. You thought that if your heart beat any faster, it would surely break its way out of your chest.

“I’m glad I met you.” It was such a simple thing to say, not nearly capturing the depth of the affection you held for him. You tried desperately to think of something better, more meaningful, before your thoughts were interrupted as Christopher leaned back from you again, allowing you to see into his eyes.

And in those eyes, you saw that same sentiment reflected back at you ten times over. A rare moment of genuine vulnerability had broken onto his face, leaving a soft and gentle expression to gaze back down at you. His lips turned upwards in a slight smile, almost trembling at the edges, and it reached all the way up to his eyes—full of a warmth and affection that you could never grow tired of. You wanted to wrap yourself in it, and live in that feeling forever.

“I’m glad I met you too.” When you had said it, it sounded too simple—but when he said it back, you could feel the reverence and significance held in each word. And then you understood—you understood that even though the words were simple, they were more than enough. 

“You have no idea,” he muttered softly, stroking across your face with his thumb, “how much you mean to me.” 

You laughed slightly from the rush of fondness you felt bubbling up within you at that. “But I’m…I’m so small.” You couldn’t properly articulate what you meant by that—it had just come stumbling out of your mouth as you sat there in a delirium of incoherent thoughts and overwhelming affection.

“Oh, dollface.” He brought you up to him, nestling you against the bridge of his nose with only a few fingers. “You’re more than enough for me.”

You didn’t want to move from that spot, not ever, but you acquiesced as he slowly pulled you away to look at you one last time. 

“Whenever you’re inside me…” he said, his voice almost at a whisper with the weight of its tenderness. He trailed his free hand slowly along the curve of his throat, down past his collarbone, his chest, before resting reverently against his stomach. “...I’ve never felt so full.”

You couldn’t stop the happiness from spilling out then, as your smile stretched up your face as far as it would go. In that moment, you wanted to be nowhere else besides as close as you could be to Christopher. Your eyes, fixated on the hand that rested on his middle, flicked slowly upwards until they met his. “Don’t ask me to close my eyes this time.”

“And why is that?” His grin quirked upwards. 

Your heart thudded against your throat. “Because I want to get one last look at you before you swallow me.”

You saw the way this made his face almost flutter in surprise before he regained his self-assured composure, drawing you closer until your feet were pressed against his lips.

“In that case…” he gazed down at you then, and you were consumed by his dark eyes before you were even in his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You pushed yourself slightly forward until your feet wiggled between the giant’s lips, teasing the tip of his tongue with your taste. “Yes.” You sighed in contentment, relishing the warmth on your skin and eager to be embraced by it further.

“Okay, doll.” He tipped his head further back, lifting you up with his hand to prepare you for the descent within him.

You shared one last look with him, and your stomach did flips. 

Finally, his lips parted beneath you, and his tongue slid out to guide your body into his mouth. You slipped further and further inside, sighing as the warmth encompassed you fully. Your head made it past his lips, guided over his teeth by his tongue. His lips closed, and you were fully surrounded by the darkness and the moist warmth of his mouth. 

His tongue beneath you was soft and comfortable, slick with saliva, and you closed your eyes for a moment as you prepared for what would come next. You were only pressed against the roof of his mouth briefly before all the pressure around you dropped, and this time, when you heard the sound of his powerful swallow, you were tugged further with it until your feet slipped into the opening of his throat, and the rest of your body followed.

One swallow was all it took for the entirety of you to fall into his throat, which constricted you tightly as it eased you further into Christopher’s body. You thought you could feel him press against you even more as you made your way down, as if he was tracing your descent from the outside. 

Before long, your feet touched the opening to his stomach, which widened eagerly upon your entry to allow you inside. One swallow later, and you found yourself slipping into the much roomier space, sliding across the slick folds that moved to hold you between them, welcoming you as they always did. 

You felt the giant sigh around you as the stomach shifted slightly, as if he had laid down on his side now. Something pressed into you, enough to constrict you against the stomach wall. Christopher held you like that for a few long seconds before the stomach relaxed around you again.

“I think you’re just the right size,” Christopher murmured, his voice muffled by the stomach but still clear in your ears. “How else could I hold you so close to me?”

You rubbed gently against the stomach lining next to you, eliciting something close to a purr from the giant that vibrated deeply around you. It was as much as you could communicate, but it was enough. 

You closed your eyes, sinking deeper into the stomach’s softness as you let the steady, slowing beat of Christopher’s heart pull you toward a restful sleep. 

You’re more than enough for me, too. 

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This story contains unwilling but safe vore, brief mentions of digestion/fatal vore, fearplay, a few asshole preds (one in particular), angst, and strong language.

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Craving — Good Morning, My Beloved

Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies , Luke belongs to me.

Rowan and Luke cuddle after waking up in the morning.

Contains: G/T, G/T cuddling, g/t vore, extreme cuddling, endosoma, vore, soft vore, safe vore

Word Count:  2,756

Rowan’s face rests against his pillow. Luke, his love, his everything, lies shrunken next to his face. In fact, he’s leaning up against Rowan’s face. The predator smiles at this, lifting his hand and pressing it against the other’s tiny body, holding him against his face. He nuzzles Luke, purring and closing his eyes. Luke can’t help but chuckle as he’s pressed further against his boyfriend’s face, relaxing his head. He nuzzles it, soon placing the tiniest kiss up against his cheekbone.

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In the World of Monsters, P30

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The weekend can’t come soon enough.

Contains language and soft, safe, willing g/t vore. ~4.5k words

Things Left Unsaid

“Danny, I think you’re being too hard on yourself. It’s only been two days.” Nathan gave her a patient smile from the other side of the screen. This had been the second night in a row she’d called him, but she’d still missed him all day.

Danny hadn’t intended to let Nathan know how annoyed she was when she’d called him tonight, but the giant had a way of getting her to talk about whatever was on her mind. And the thing occupying the forefront of it was the fact that every other human she’d arrived here with (except for Max, who knows where he’d run off to) had found an aptitude in the past two days, except for her.

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why do we have to tip toe around minors? it's the internet, we can't police what kids are going to stumble upon. they should learn better internet safety or figure out that they don't like nsfw and move on

I saw this and was like “do I even reply” because this take is so incredibly headass and stupid that it feels like bait. However, I figured I could use this shitty ask to explain why I take keeping nsfw out of mixed age spaces so seriously.

The reason allowing nsfw material in mixed age spaces is dangerous is because it makes it very easy for minors to be groomed & assaulted. And even if they aren’t, many people realize later that having those lines blurred fucked them up pretty bad.

Minors do not have fully developed brains, and the lack of development is in areas like the prefrontal cortex, specifically things to do with impulse control and future planning - all of the very important things to being able to give informed consent. Given that, they can easily fall into agreeing with things that they later regret (this happens all the time on a less severe scale). Thus, it falls more on the adults they interact with to ensure they draw good, clear boundaries and teach minors what is and is not okay for adults in their life to do.

Saying “just learn better internet safety” means nothing because kids aren’t taught anything meaningful in school, and plenty of adults pretend like you’re supposed to materialize the knowledge of internet safety online. If nobody teaches them, how are they supposed to know what is and is not safe?

This is the absolute bare minimum to do, and I really do mean that. It costs $0 to not talk about porn where kids can see, and to tell kids “hey don’t let adults talk about porn to you” or other adults “hey don’t talk about porn around kids.” Nobody is asking you to adopt them, and as an adult your boundaries around kids should include “don’t talk about porn to me” anyways.

So I am sorry me asking the bare minimum to keep kids safe makes you feel like you have to “tip toe” but uh if you can’t be fucked to do it maybe just... don’t be around minors online. And also block me, because I don’t wanna be around you either

Hey.

Is there something wrong?

You look like you’ve been crying; can you tell me what happened? You don’t wanna? Okay. You’ve got that scared-and-sad-and-don’t-know-why feeling, haven't you? Yeah, I know what that feels like, you poor thing. You don’t mind me sitting here, do you? Great.

I extend a gentle hand, each finger the size of your whole body. Tentatively you climb on, and as slowly as possible I lift you, higher and higher, until you're right between my eyes.

I want to make sure you remember how precious you are.

Do you understand? You are precious, little one, and I love you. I love you, and I'll say it a hundred times until you believe me. You are loved.

I lean forward and give you a tiny, careful kiss, one that still takes up most of your upper body, and pat your head gently with the tip of my thumb.

You're so close to my heart, I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe and heard. I know you're in a bad place right now, but you are strong, little one. You are a strong, kind, beautiful person - and all that’s happened is, you’ve forgotten who you are. You just need to remember.

Now I open my mouth and bring you closer. A familiar softness opens up in front of you, and with unsteady footing you climb off my hand and over my teeth, settling onto the comfort of my tongue. I shut my jaws and darkness closes in - it's just you and me now.

Remember the time you accomplished a goal.

I move you around with my tongue, gently, playfully.

Remember the time you made someone laugh.

I squish you into my cheeks and to the roof of my mouth.

Remember the time you helped yourself feel happy.

I let you look down into the tunnel of my throat, pulsing and flexing eagerly.

Remember everything that makes you you.

And with a slow, engulfing movement, I swallow.

Everyone feels like this sometimes, like the whole world is against them and that their life is nothing but a never-ending slide into darkness and despair…

You come to rest inside the cavern of my stomach, the safe little hidey-hole you know so well. All the familiar sounds and sensations are there: my heartbeat thumps its gentle rhythm, and every surface is as soft and welcoming as you remember. You give the walls a rub in gratitude.

But you just need to remember that you make the lives of everyone around you so much better - simply by being you.

And if all you can do is be the best you you can be…

Well, that really makes a difference, y'know.

Enjoying the movements you're making, I pat my tummy in reply, and you feel the vibration all around and through you, soothing and comforting.

Do you remember now?

You have so much love to give to the world, and that’s such a blessing, it really is. But all that matters is that you save some for yourself. You deserve love. I mean it. And you'll always be there for yourself, even when no one else is. So learn to give yourself what you need, the way you do for everyone.

I settle in somewhere cozy while you do the same inside me, beginning to feel relaxed and drowsy.

You're stardust, little one, and you shine for the whole world to see.

Never forget that.

Best date ever >;)

Beyond The Reef [3]

Content: G/T, Fearplay, Mouthplay, Unwilling Prey, Shark Mer Pred

Word Count: 2012

Fandom: N/A; Original Content

A/N: New chapter! No full vore this time, but not for lack of trying 😂 

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Aless tried to calm his racing heart as he wrapped himself around a hard coral, in a low grove on the ocean floor. He could see Skim from there, and watched as his tail swung from side to side lazily in the sunlight.

A part of him had been so sure that it was some kind of trick. That as soon as he rejected the offer, Skim would grab him and shove him in between those multitudes of teeth and crush him into bits. Even if the story was true, there was no way he’d let Aless get away with wasting his time, when he could easily ‘repay’ him by becoming lunch.

Except… That didn’t seem to be the case.

Skim showed no signs of wanting to track him down or even try to go back to Hali Reef like Aless had feared. He simply basked in the sun lazily.

Maybe… Was it possible that he had really been telling the truth? About everything?

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Beyond The Reef [2]

Content: Soft Vore, G/T Vore, Unwilling Prey, Shark Mer Pred, Safe Vore

Word Count: 2515

Fandom: N/A; Original Content

A/N: The next chapter!! We get Skim’s POV, and some lore. 

- Skim blinked dazedly, trying to remember what he’d been doing to feel so warm and satisfied. 

As though in response, something inside him thrashed, sending waves of content through him. Suddenly much more awake, his hands jumped to his stomach, and he looked up at Devon with alarm. 

“Was that supposed to happen?” 

The older mer only nodded, looking amused at his panic. 

Skim swallowed thickly, staring in confusion around the small reef. He remembered now. He’d been scenting the tiny mer that had stabbed him, and then everything went fuzzy. The uncertainty lacing his movements had briefly fallen away, replaced by an instinctual, single-minded focus on the being caught in his hand. It was… unnerving.

There were no signs of life in the colorful reef, no saviors for the boy the way he had been one for the other tiny mer. Despite Skim’s worry that there would suddenly be an entire group of tiny mers on their asses because of his actions, it was still unsettling that evidently nobody cared enough to save the boy from what certainly seemed like death. The little guy seemed to know it, too, with the way he’d resigned himself. He’d put up a fight for the other mer, but not himself. 

“Let’s go, Skim.”

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