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He looks off, as you reach his waist. You feel a little bad about it, to be 100% honest. Yes, you are hungry; yes, he looks so tasty; and yes, you’ve done this easily a hundred times before without batting an eye, but this is different. He is so calm, so at peace with his situation. It’s not like normal. There’s no feeble pleads, no desperate struggles, no anger and not so much as a twinge of fear. Every other time it was this grand struggle where you had to triumph in this game of cat and mouse, but not now. He just looks out, savoring his last sunset, or more accurately what would’ve been his last sunset. Despite all of the fights against you, not once did you not conquer your meal, but this time you do something unprecedented. You slowly guide him back out and let him go. He only has one life, but you’ll have other meals.
#srb
What do you mean this isn’t an acceptable passport photo. You told me it should look like my everyday outward appearance and this is how I look from the outside most of the time
Who else would like to ride in him to safety?
Plotting my escape . . .
Hey, I know you’re almost certainly here to escape for a while, but if you’re a fellow American, can I have your attention for just a moment?
Democracy is Fragile
I’m here to talk about vore and hopefully turn you on in the process, not politics, but the existential threat to our democracy that Trump uniquely presents transcends politics. If you’re an American citizen it is YOUR responsibility to vote and continue to encourage others to stand up and do their part. So please, vote before getting vored. If you know well-intentioned folks who “just can’t be bothered”, swallow them and spit them out at your nearest polling place. Consider strategically hunting at gun shows and proud boys meetings and waiting until after November 5th to ravage your local twink population. If you just can’t resist your local bear’s ass another day, consider sending in a mail-in or going to an early polling place.
Know the Stakes
All kidding aside, if you’re a US citizen (if you’re too young to vote you’re too young to be on this page) vote like our democracy depends on it (because it very well might).
Happy Valentine’s Day! A day where so many guys who would normally never even consider eating another human, swallow their husbands, finances and boyfriends as a symbol of their connection, loyalty and protection. The practice started during the Roman Empire when, under the encouragement of Valentine himself, men would swallow their lovers to avoid conscription in the war. One man would protect the other from war by being completely hidden in the other’s belly, who would be considered too obese to fight. As the idea of safe vore was unheard of to the vast majority of Romans and predators fighting, though legal, was highly discouraged due to their unpredictability, they got away with this for quite sometime until a February 14th, 270. Hundreds of men were detained with their lovers inside as the Romans watched them for days, forcing them to digest their other halves. Today Valentine’s Day is focused far more on safe vore, although due to the ease it would be to carry out digestion, trust remains a major theme. It is estimated that last year in the United States that 1.2 million men ate their lovers for the occasion despite only around 300,000 of them identifying as predators
Passionate.
Neither one intends to go through with it, at least not beyond a quiet musing, yet neither acted to prevent what is becoming increasingly inevitable. I’ve seen this happen Time and Time again, the pair so intoxicated by the other than the intensity of that passion. Gripping, clawing at the other, closer and closer, more and more intense. They want to be closer and closer until eventually, subconsciously, close isn’t close enough. Drink off the other the passion will build until one inevitably gets pulled inside the other. There’s one way this ends, with one curled up inside the other, one united man where there once were two. Then comes the real question. Does love prevail and there are two once more, or does the winner get overwhelmed by the sensation and dissolve the trapped man into his skin as the spoils of his unintentional victory. All too common phenomenon.
