It’s been a few years since I had last seen it. I don’t know the artist or title, but I’d know it immediately. The sisters back and forth a bit. The pet snake either joins before or with the mom when she comes. The mom vores both sisters and then the sequence ends with the snake eating her. I really would like to see it again so please, help me out?

Imagine that your a tattoo on my ass, the whole comment section on this post is also on my ass and it's like a mini community, my ass is metaphysically gripping your existence in a loving, vice like, semi degrading, semi loving grip, how would you feel, it's like a never ending hug that grips you harder than you can even think about or imagine.

I don't wanna be mean but like I am a singular person with a cooldown I am not doing an rp from a message request like literally five minutes after my first post.

Edit: Before anybody takes it the wrong way I'm not saying I don't want dms, I'm saying that I'd like a bit of time inbetween rps

What preds do you wish there was more media of/ who do you think deserves more love? One of my favorites is Witchy by green glutton im always partial to witch preds but how she is drawn i wish there was more of her >~<

Well i still didn't find my predator yet so i want to know how does it feel to get eaten and your preferences?

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Bradley snuggles up closer to Angelina as the two watch a movie. It’s a late night in their apartment, and the movie of choice is Good Boy, a boring horror movie where the protagonist is a dog.

Bradley isn’t very focused on the movie, however; and not just because it’s boring. Angelina is a big strong fly-girl, and her aura of femininity in addition to her proximity is more than distracting for Bradley.

Angelina attempts to act like she’s entranced by the movie, but in reality she’s just as distracted as Bradley. Bradley is looking adorable and delicious, and she can tell that he wants to worship her.

The two met a couple months ago at work and clicked instantly. Angelina is half-fly, half-human — an insectoid. Her body is the same as a human woman’s, albeit fat, but her skin is jet black and her head is that of a fly’s — all standing at 6’6”. Thus, most people didn’t find her to be too attractive. As a pred, when she needed to eat someone she typically had to do it by gobbling up her prey before they even knew what was happening rather than relying on her looks to lure them in.

Bradley, on the other-hand, found her beautiful from the moment he laid eyes upon her. He loves a fat woman, and her unseemly face didn’t bother him because her flowing, curly black hair made up for it. Bradley is a white human guy, with brown hair and a height of 6’0”. He wasn’t fat like Angelina, but he was still quite pudgy and squishy.

When they met, the became fast friends, despite their age disparity. Bradley was 20 whilst Angelina was 27. Even though they didn’t have much in common, their opposing personalities clicked and they could find each other yapping about stupid shit at the McDonald’s where they worked for hours. Angelina had originally intended to swallow him up much earlier — she can hardly resist feasting on a guy as submissive, cute, and squishy as him. However, she ended up sparing him for a while just because of how much she ended up liking him. Though Bradley was unaware about Angelina’s dietary habits, he would likely be turned on if he did. But, he’d also probably be too frightened of her to remain friends with her.

Though both of them had massive crushes on each other, their relationship was yet to become romantic or sexual. They had only recently moved into the same apartment, which Angelina said was just to save costs.

While Angelina yawned from the tediousness of the movie, Bradley couldn’t resist scorching closer and closer to her until his head was in her lap. He looked up at her, up her big, strong body with him at the base of it, and couldn’t help but blush. Bradley had never been this close to a woman that he wasn’t related to before.

Angelina looked down at him and gave him a warm yet suggestive smile. Her hand instinctively wraps around his body until it reaches his buttocks, which she can’t help but give a little pant. The sensation sends a shockwave of positive affirmation and lust through Bradley’s body, and he inhales excitedly.

“You look awfully cute tonight, Bradley.”

The compliment causes involuntary squirms throughout Bradley’s body and he gives a little moan in delight. No one had ever before give him this kinda of affirmation before, and he desperately needed it.

“Thank you!”

Both of the pair were wearing their pajamas. Bradley has on a stupid video game t-shirt and white checkered pants while Angelina dons a burgundy sleep shirt and black jogging pants.

“You, um…” Bradley attempts to pay pack Angelina’s compliment: “also… look very pretty…” Bradley’s arms submissively curl up into himself. He wants Angelina to be completely in control, so he makes himself vulnerable. He takes in the sensation of her body rising and falling while she breathes, coupled with the heat of her body.

Angelina picks up the remote and turns off the tv, causing Bradley to gasp as it means that she is now focusing all of her energy and attention on him. She puts down the remote and pets Bradley’s hair while using her other hand, which is still holding onto his butt, to pull him even closer to her. Bradley’s body shakes and sweats. He’s already getting extremely horny, and Angelina can tell.

“Thank you… thank you for this. I’ve always want to…” he lets out a moan mid-sentence, “…feel like this. Oh, oh God. I love you.”

Bradley’s naked admittance is enough to cause Angelina to blush. She can’t hold back anymore, and leans down to give Bradley a kiss. She intended to give him a little peck, but the moment her labellum reached his forehead she couldn’t let go. She holds on to the kiss and moves it all around Bradley’s face, getting spit all over it. She can’t believe how good he tastes, it’s better than anyone she’s ever eaten before. She keeps on giggling from how much fun she’s having. She decides right then and there that Bradley will not be surviving the night.

Bradley is shocked from how quickly her kiss developed into a cacophony of lust and laughter. His entire body rapidly flails around. He’s never felt anything better than this for his whole life.

“Mm… oh, please! Mm… oh, oh! Oh!” 

Every inch of Bradley’s body feels warmth that Angelina’s kisses provide. When they abruptly stop, he’s left panting and aching for more. Angelina stands up and looks upon Bradley’s body to admire how worked up she’s already gotten him. Though Angelina has had sex and eaten people lots of times, she’s sure that she’s never made anyone this excited, and definitely not this easily.

“Alright, Bradley. I’m gonna fuck you. Come here.”

Angelina grabs Bradley’s shoulders and lifts him up, easily suspending him in the air.

“Whoa, oh God, you’re so strong. Oh, Angelina you’re so strong and hot. Please do whatever you need with me.”

She laughs, “I most certainly will, you cutey, tasty cutey goofball.”

Bradley’s eyelids flutter and he smiles, deeply satisfying. This kind of affection is all he’s ever wanted. It’s even better than the physical aspect.

“Oh my God! Thank you, oh that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear. I’m completely yours, Angelina, just take me in! I wanna love and serve you forever! You’re my Goddess! You’re all I want and need!”

Bradley’s suspended legs kick around in the air. Angelina laughs, which causes Bradley to fluster, which causes both of them to get even hornier.

“Ahh, just keep saying that kinda shit Bradley, I love it. I’ll take care of everything else. Let’s go.”

“Oh my God, thank you! Thank you so much Angelina! I can’t even be this, as, uh… I love you! I love you! You’re my favorite person in the world, I wanna be with you forever! This is the best I’ve ever felt! Please take away my virginity!”

This request is enough to finally get Angelina moving. She loves how excited he’s getting, and she loves knowing that, soon, he is going to be little more than meat fueling her body. And after that, shit flushing down their toilet. She sucks in her labellum, similarly to how a horny human would bite their lip. As she drags Bradley over to her bed, she mischievously replies:

“I know for a fact that we will be together forever.” (But not in the way you’d expect.) She laughs.

She places Bradley on her bed and orders him to undress, which he does without hesitation. Once he’s fully naked, she takes a moment to take in his full form. Bradley breathes very deeply and remains silent, waiting for more affection and affirmation and praying that she likes what she sees. His penis sticks up tall, the one hard part of Bradley’s squishy figure. Angelina thighs flex inwards and her vagina gets wet, aching to surround the dick that she’s looking at. Bradley’s already covered from head to toe in sweat.

“You… are the cutest fucking person I’ve ever seen. I am going to fuck you so hard. This is going to be very fun.”

Bradley moans in delight and resumes his wanton ranting. 

“Please! Yes, please please please! Oh, this is the best thing in the world! I just want your affection! Forever! Please! I’ll give you everything I have!”

Angelina giggles more: “Ok, ok. I know I asked for this, but could you cool it a little buddy?” (Jesus, he is obsessed with me. He’s probably not even gonna mind becoming my food.)

“R-right, sorry… I just wanted to, um… worship you… like you deserve… I think you’re the best person in the world. Definitely the best fly-person.”

“Alright, silly. Save it for when you’re inside of me.”

She pinches him, causing him to flinch back and laugh. His laugh is adorable and filled with all the emotion he has towards Angelina. She then turns her attention to the nightstand, opens the drawer and takes a condom and lube out of it. Bradley is a little surprised and blushes — he was not aware that they had those in the apartment, and is a little embarrassed that he forgot that he should use it.

“Um, how long have we had those?” He giggles.

“I always keep them on me. But now they’re gonna be on you.”

Bradley stops moving and breathes heavily while Angelina pours some loop and slips on the condom. The sensation of the thing sliding onto his dick causes Bradley’s back to arch back while he bites his lip. Bradley then just smiles and waits for what happens next.

“Are you ready to see my tits, darling?”

Bradley nods.

Angelina slides down her pants and shimmies out of her underwear. She then takes off her shit and unstraps her bra.

“Oh my god… oh… nice… Jesus fuck… wow… wow, oh… God… holy shit… fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Angelina picks up her boobs and aims them at Bradley, giving them some wiggles. Bradley can’t help but rub his dick from the sight. They’re really big. Fly tits.

Angelina then spins around to give Bradley a full view of her ass. She bends down and shakes it. 

“Which do you like more?”

Bradley’s body can’t take it anymore, and he cums.

“Oh Jesus, what the fuck Bradley? I haven’t even started.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, oh God… fuck, you’re so hot… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry… I, uh… maybe, uh, if we wait a couple minutes I’ll have more in me.”

“Well, unfortunately, I can’t wait that long to get you inside me, so you just wasted your final chance to lose your virginity.”

Bradley’s entire view of the situation is flipped in an instant. He’s very confused.

“W-what? What do you mean?”

“I’m going to eat you Bradley.”

Bradley’s brain can barely process how quickly the situation has flipped on its head.

“E-eat me… out?”

“No, stupid. I’m literally going suck you up my proboscis, digest you, and then shit you out.”

Bradley’s face contorts into horror, but contradictorily he gets a new boner.

“Y-you’re serious? W-wait, you’re a pred?”

“Yes.”

Angelina is very horny from Bradley’s fear. She can’t wait for her friend to be helplessly sliding down her throat, where he’ll assimilate into her forever. Her immense amount of power over him and mediation of his fate turns her on much more than his loving praise of her did. She gets on the bed and starts crawling towards him.

“wait… w-wait! But I thought you said you loved me!”

“I never said that.”

“B-but I said it so many times! I thought we were friends! I-I thought you cared about me.”

“I do like you Bradley. I think you’re going to be the best meal I’ve ever had in my life. Look at this body that made you cum so easily. You’re gonna be a part of it.”

Bradley is extremely turned on, more so than he ever has been in his life. He’s masturbated to the idea of being a woman’s meal before, but never thought it would actually happen. He’s horrified, but the part of himself that would do anything for Angelina doesn’t allow him to attempt to save his life.

“oh-oh… fuck…”

Her dominant, primal, feminine energy entrances Bradley. He wanted to be dominated by her, but he didn’t expect to be as real as this. Angelina continues climbing onto Bradley until she straddles him and holds down his arms to make sure that he can’t escape. Not that he was trying to.

“I’ve actually wanted to eat you from the moment I met you. I’ve only kept you alive for this long because I like you. But I can’t resist anymore, I need your meat. You’re gonna be delicious for me, Bradley. You said you’d do anything for me, right?”

Bradley starts crying.

“I-I… I don’t wanna die! Please, I’m not ready! M-maybe, someday… but not right now! I don’t wanna die yet! There’s so much shit I haven’t done! There’s so much shit I haven’t done with YOU!”

“What would the point of it be though? Bradley, just accept that the point of your existence is to fuel me. You’re gonna become my energy, my fat, and my shit, and that’s that. Now shut up and be my second dinner.”

Bradley’s tears keep falling across his cheeks, but he’s so aroused that the prospect of being devoured doesn’t sound so bad. He can’t help but grind his once-again hard dick against the woman who’s about to kill him.

“I do love you, Bradley. I won’t forget you, even after you’ve passed through my bowels.” Angelina can’t help but cruelly laugh at him. (He’s so, UNGODLY pathetic. Oh, he’s gonna taste so fucking good. I love him so much.) “I’ll miss talking to you Bradley, but, trust me, this is a lot more intimate.”

Bradley’s entire body is drenched in sweat, and his breathing is ragged. He thinks (holy shit, this is it, this is actually it. Angelina’s gonna eat me… I’m gonna be my coworker’s shit… I’m gonna be Angelina’s shit… I’m gonna be fly shit.) Bradley cracks, finally accepting his fate.

“Ok…” he sobs, “I… fuck, eat me Angelina! Make me into you! Oh, fuck! Do it! You beast! I wanna get shat out of your ginormous, gorgeous ass! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck no! Fuck! Eat me! I wanna fuel you! Wait, I don’t wanna die! Just-“

Not being able to hold back any farther, and fully aroused by her prey, Angelina goes to town on her feast. He starts kissing against every inch of Bradley’s body, completely manhandling him. She isn’t kissing him out of love or affection, she’s doing it to taste him, claiming him one last time before for good. 

She moves Bradley’s helpless body all around to taste every inch of him.

“FUCK! YOU’RE DELICIOUS MEAT! YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD! YOU’RE MY MEAL YOU FUCKING ANIMAL! I’M YOU’RE DEATH!”

Bradley stops talking, fully accepting his new role as Angela food. He just moans and murmurs, twitching about from the sensation of having every piece of his body licked up, being fully claimed by a stronger woman.

“YES! FUCK, GOOD JOB! OH, BRADLEY YOU’RE BEING SUCH A GOOD FUCKING MEAL! MM, OH YOU TASTE SO GOOD! GOOD JOB! THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!”

Angelina keeps doing this for minutes, tasting all of Bradley — his very erect dick, his sweaty ass, his flailing arms — until she finally cums. She pulls Bradley close to her, and wraps him into a tight, warm embrace in sheer love. It's the final act of affection that Bradley will ever feel in his life, and he is filled with nothing but love for the woman who’s about to eat him. They stay like this for minutes until Bradley speaks up.

“Mmm… don’t let me go… oh… I’m sorry for crying… I just wanna make you happy… if you want to eat me, do it… that’s my purpose…”

Angelina takes her time to sniff Bradley’s hair, taking in his scent for the final time.

“I’m sorry for scaring you… I love you… well, actually I don’t obviously, but I do like you. Hopefully you can be happy knowing that. I guess I’m also not actually that sorry for scaring you, it was really hot.” The both laugh. “Ok, you ready to get gobbled up, you sack of meat? Ready to fatten me up?”

Bradley breathes hard with a depraved lust. “Yes, Angelina. I hope I’m extra filling… I hope I make your best parts nice and bigger…”

“Oh totally, you’re gonna supersize my ass. This thing.”

Angelina shoves her butt into Bradley’s face.

“Oh fuck… I’m also gonna come out of it.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be my shit, cutey. Some big ol’ turds. Some gargantuan brownies. I bet you’ll clog the toilet you disgusting boy. You’re gonna be so big and brown, and stinky. A meat boy slurry… and… fuck, enough stalling.”

Angelina abruptly lunges at Bradley with the ferocity of an apex predator. He gasps from the suddenness of it, then moans from the sensation. His head slips past Angelina’s labellum and starts getting sucked up her proboscis. Bradley’s hands latch onto Angelina’s titties, as it’s the last chance he’ll get to ever touch them. He begins arbitrarily apologizing:

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Angelina doesn’t know what he’s sorry for, but is turned on nonetheless. She keeps sticking him deeper and deeper into her throat, and Bradley is completely overwhelmed with emotion. The wet saliva that is completely around him, the fleshy inner walls of her proboscis, the sheer power through which it takes her in, the lingering scent of the hot pockets the two had shared earlier — it’s all too much for the poor boy.

“Oh, turn me into your shit mommy! Make me into a meat pie! I am shit! I deserve this! Punish me! Fuck! Fuck! Mommy! Angelina! Take me in! Ohhh!! Fuck!”

Angelina finds his existential ramblings amusing, but she’s too focused to laugh. She keeps sucking up Bradley. As his body and mind continue scrambling, head reaches her throat and his shoulders reach her labellum. All that Bradley can here is the squelching of his spittle and throat muscles moving around him and her satisfied moans. 

She keeps sucking until his chest is at her labellum, his shoulders are in her proboscis, and his head is halfway through her throat. His legs twitch chaotically and Angelina rolls back her eyes. Soon enough, his big squishy hips go past her labellum and his head reaches the stomach. She licks his dick a ton as it goes past her tongue, and is astonished by how meaty, big and delicious his ass is. Finally, his feet disappear up her proboscis and she keeps swallowing until he is fully in her stomach.

By the time she is finished gulping him down, Angelina is covered head to toe in sweat and breathing very heavily, not unlike Bradley was earlier. She feels like a complete Goddess, an apex predator. The way that she tricked Bradley for so long only for her to end up treating him like a snack gives her immense, depraved pleasure.

“Fuck. Thanks Bradley. I needed that. Ha, and I think you needed it too.”

Bradley starts to explore her stomach, squirming all around in it and moaning in delight while he touches his dick, and Angelina lets out a big, greasy burp.

“Now, start digesting, you little shit. I have no more affection for you; you’re just food now. You better have filled my ass with tons of more fat by the morning.”

With that, Angelina collapses onto the bed. She almost immediately falls into a deep slumber.

Her final words to Bradley aroused him in a depraved way. It turned on his inner feeling of self-worthlessness a lot. He continues squirming and jerking off, causing Angelina’s belly to bulge and growl. She unconsciously, satisfiedly moans.

Eventually, Bradley finally cums. After that, he just awkwardly curls up in his flesh prison. Soon enough, Angelina starts snoring deeply, signifying to him that her care for Bradley has truly diminished, at least until the morning.

The novelty of being inside a strong, voluptuous woman begins to wear off, and suddenly Bradley doesn’t want to die anymore. The digestive juices really start to do there work on Bradley, and the pain and heat is becoming unbearable.

“Uhm, Angelina? Are you awake?”

Snore.

“Um…” Bradley starts to tear up in his eyes. “Could you spit me out now? I changed my mind, I don’t actually want to die!” He starts bawling and hyperventilating. The reality of not existing anymore, aside from as ass padding and shit, is starting to set in for Bradley. He’s never gonna masturbate again, he’s never going to see his friends or family again, he’s never going to play video games again, he’s never going to make that video game he’s already wanted to make, and he’s never going to get married or have sex. Well, tonight was probably close enough to sex. At least he had kinda gotten to do that.

Bradley starts to feel betrayed. This was all so sudden. Had Angelina really only ever been nice to him because she wanted to make him her meal? No, that can’t be. She had said it herself that she had waited longer to eat him than she was going to. That must have counted for something. But the way she was talking to him in his final moments…

“Angelina! Please let me out! PLEASE! HEAR ME! I DON’T WANNA DIE! NOT LIKE THIS! I DON’T WANNA BE FOOD!”

Bradley concedes that she can’t hear him and gives up. He tries to get turned on by the sexy part of this again, and succeeds a little. His final moments are spent thinking of how Angelina is going to shit him out before he loses consciousness and melts.

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The next morning, Angelina yawns and stretches. She slept very well and peacefully last night. She briefly looks over to Bradley’s bed and wonders where he is, before recalling last night’s events. She’s a little saddened that she’ll never see him alive again, but then notices her new, bigger ass.

“Hmm… nice work, Bradley. Shout out to the small intestines as well.” 

She gets up and looks in the mirror. Her Bradley-filled ass is perfect. It’s completely ginormous. Two people could easily use each cheek as a pillow, and then some. She’s quite proud of herself, how she dominated another sentient being so utterly. 

It’s a Monday, so she picks up her phone and texts her boss that neither her nor Bradley will be coming in today. She then takes some pictures of her new ass and uploads them to a website for voraphiles, along side some pictures of her and Bradley before she ate him as well as a description of last night’s events.

She then texts her sister and a few friends of her achievement. She considers reaching out to Bradley’s friends and family to tell him he’s gone, but decides that can wait.

She gets up to make herself breakfast, having an apple and a bowl of Reese’s puffs. She turns on some stupid YouTube videos and watches them while awaiting Bradley’s return.

Meanwhile, deep in Angelina’s large intestine, what’s left of Bradley heaves its way through. It’s a massive, steaming brown mass filled to the brim with Bradley’s entire being and legacy. Bradley has completely merged with the hot pockets that Angelina had last night, creating a thick, brown, stinky sludge. Since Bradley was so meaty and squishy, he digested very well. 

Despite being a heavy load, Angelina’s body took him in flawlessly without indigestion. His organs, flesh, skin, and bones have all been seamlessly transformed into either Angelina’s ass fat or poop. The only evidence that the massive turd used to be Bradley and not an abnormally large amount of hot pockets is his hair and a couple of his fingernails and toenails, which the small intestines were not able to break down. These few parts are buried in the shit-human-slurry, intrinsically deep in it. 

As she watches her YouTubes, Angelina feels perfectly content. She has fulfilled her role in the world as predator and converted her prey into where he belongs: her ass and bowels. She gropes and pets her ass and imagines that some depraved sentience of Bradley can still feel her affection.

The massive, steaming meat-boy-slurry continues heaving its mass through Angelina’s powerful large intestine. As it approaches its exit, some of the disgusting gas escapes the colon, causing Angelina to give out a wet, stinky fart. Angelina gets turned on by her own fart, because she knows that what she is releasing into the air is what’s left of her precious boy.

“Mmm… Ready to make your grand reappearance, Bradley?”

Rather than going to the restroom, Angelina grabs some paper towels and spreads them out on the floor while humming to herself. She sets her phone’s camera in sight of her placemat and makes it record. She then stands in front of the camera and talks to it, still completely naked.

“Hello. I’m Angelina, and last night I ate a delicious, adorable boy named Bradley. Here’s what’s left of him.”

She turns around and wiggles her ass.

“The little guy made my butt a lot bigger and energized me as well~. But now I have to poop out what parts of him I couldn’t use.”

She then kneels down and opens up her asshole. She lets out another big fart. Then, the tip of the Bradley turd can be seen, rising out of Angelina’s glorious, triumphant asshole.

“Mmm… yeah, he was a good boy. A nice meal. He was scared at first, but then he begged for me to eat him. I slept really well with him in my belly.”

Her asshole makes a ton of disgusting, squelching sounds ass it attempts to release the ginormous, stinking, bright brown turd. It’s pungent, and you can practically see the steam rising out of it.

“Mm… yeah, he’s really stinky now. I’m sure he’d love to watch this video, but I’m pretty sure his eyeballs are inside of these big brown logs I’m shitting out, so he can’t.”

Angelina turns her head to face the camera and places her fingers on her labellum. She keeps on farting and getting it all out. The mudpie keeps on coming out, its ridiculously ginormous. When hitting the ground, the turd starts to swirl up like an ice cream cone. A very disgusting and smelly chocolate ice cream.

“Mmm… welcome back Bradley. Getting you out feels good. Did you have fun in there?”

Finally, the first turd breaks off. However, there’s still more shit to come.

“Mmm… I think this is the biggest shit I’ve ever made. Let’s see… yesterday, I also had a chicken sandwich for lunch and some hot pockets for dinner, before eating Bradley. I’m sure those things are part of this turd, part of Bradley forever too.”

Her powerful ass muscles continuing secreting the solid, creamy brown sludge, filled with hair nails, out of her perfectly ginormous and round ass. Finally, she’s done, leaving a MASSIVE pile of steamingly pungent shit. Logs. Brown slurry.

“Mmm… look at that, it’s his hair.”

She pulls a glob of Bradley’s hair out of her turd, as well as some nails.

“Haha, and these are his fingernails.”

She throws down the remnants of Bradley then gives the turd a big kiss.

“Don’t worry, you don’t taste gross to me Bradley. I’m a fly.” She laughs. “We love eating shit. Um, that’s enough though.”

She pulls away her labellum and wipes off the brown smudge on it.

“Hope you enjoyed.”

Angelina then turns off the camera and watches the video. While she does, her fingers go down to her vagina and she masturbates. Once she’s down, she gets a trash bag and attempts to get all of the shit in it. Once she’s tried her best, she starts unloading the bag of shit into her toilet, one flush at a time.

“See ya Bradley.”

When she’s finished disposing of her waste, she goes to her bed to upload the video to the same Vore website as earlier. She’s gotten a ton of likes. One user even dmed her, saying that she would like to get eaten by her next. As Angelina texts her address to her next meal, she sighs. She feels a lot more energized and powerful now that she’s gotten rid of the poop in her, and can now enjoy her new ass properly. She remembers Bradley, and decides that eating him was definitely worth it.

Meanwhile, Bradley reaches the sewers.

I know Halloween isn’t even close yet, but Mariah Carey is already about to be released upon us. So, wanting to avoid the crowds of ravenous shoppers, I am looking for ideas on what to get some of my favorite preys and preds? New clothes, a get out of vore card, etc. I’ve been pondering all these ideas as I want to give them something thoughtful and that doesn’t just come from my stomach.

does anyone remember a twitter 4 panel comic where the vore happens off screen and the predator is implied to have transformed into a wolf because they have a wolf shadow? I remember the background wasn't white and I think it was a more dark yellowish colour if that rings any bells. Pretty sure it was oral vore as well.

A year on I finally got round to posting a story!

Any feedback on my writing and how I could improve for any future stories I post would be much appreciated!

This story can be interpreted in any way, if you wish to create any art or a comic of this story, feel free to do so, send me a DM if you post anything so I can check it out! Please make sure to credit this post if you do!

The Parry Secret

The old grandfather clock in the hallway had a habit of skipping seconds. It was the only thing in the house that didn't follow a strict schedule.

"Wait, what time is it actually?" Lily asked, her voice trailing off as she looked at the wall.

The grandfather clock continued its erratic dance, but the conversation had drifted far beyond the time of day. Lily had been explaining a complex theory to tim, her hands gesturing wildly, until she suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening behind her glasses. She looked down at her outfit and then at the window, realizing with a jolt of panic that she was completely unprepared for the event they had discussed.

"Right, the time! I’m completely late," Lily gasped, the sudden realization cutting through her theoretical rambling. She spun around, her long brown hair whipping across her shoulders like a silk curtain. She had been so engrossed in the conversation that the erratic ticking of the grandfather clock had faded into the background, leaving her blissfully unaware that the window of opportunity for her appointment was closing.

"I can't believe I'm this late!" Lily exclaimed, the suddenness of her realization cutting through the quiet of the room. In her rush to get ready, she barely noticed the odd weight in her belly—a lingering reminder of her eccentric appetite. Earlier that morning, in a fit of impulsive curiosity, she had swallowed a, plush teddy bear whole. It was a strange habit, a fascination with the feeling of consumption that she rarely shared, but it had left her thin frame with a surprising, smooth curvature to her belly, a slight rounding that contrasted with her otherwise slender build.

"Eyes shut, tim! No peeking, or you're banned from the chair for a week," Lily commanded, her voice playful despite the panic of being late. She scrambled toward the center of the room, her movements a blur of long brown hair and frantic energy.

tim, standing precariously on the mahogany seat of the dining chair, squeezed his eyes shut with exaggerated intensity. He felt the rush of air as she moved past him, the scent of vanilla and old books lingering in her wake. For tim, whose entire world was scaled to five inches, the room was a vast cathedral, and Lily was its towering, benevolent deity. He heard the rhythmic shuck-shuck of fabric sliding over skin, the soft thud of a discarded sweater hitting the carpet, and the frantic rustle of a dress being hauled from a hanger.

Driven by a sudden, treasonous impulse, tim cracked one eye open. Just for a fraction of a second, he stole a glimpse.

The sliver of light through his eyelashes was enough to set tim’s heart racing. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, risking the "chair ban," but the sight was an irresistible pull. In the golden haze of the evening light, Lily didn’t just look like a friend; she looked like a masterpiece of soft curves and sudden movements. As she shed the last of her layers, the light caught the pale skin of her torso, highlighting a peculiar, smooth rounding of her belly. tim didn’t know about her secret fascination with consuming non-food items, nor the plush teddy bear currently being processed in her gut, but the sight gave her thin frame a gentle, feminine swell that felt intimate and private.

The movement of her stripping away her bra was a slow-motion event for tim. For someone of his stature, the sheer scale of her was overwhelming. Her breasts, surprisingly full and round for her slender build, seemed to ripple with every frantic breath she took. When the fabric finally dropped, they hung with a natural, heavy grace as she bent over to retrieve a fallen sock, her nipples illuminated by the amber glow of the sunset. To tim, they looked like twin beacons of warmth and sweetness, a silent promise of comfort that made his throat dry.

As she turned to reach for her dress, the view shifted to the elegant curve of her backside. Her ass was a perfect, firm round shape that seemed disproportionately lush compared to her small waist, a silhouette that felt almost predatory in its fullness. All of this was framed by the cascading curtain of her long brown hair, which draped over her shoulders and back like a veil of mahogany silk, intermittently revealing and hiding the creamy skin beneath. He snapped his eyes shut just as she spun around, the guilt of his transgression warring with the lingering image of her beauty.

Lily paused, the zipper of her dress halfway up, leaving her boobs partially exposed to the cool air. The fabric was thin, almost translucent in the amber light, and as she shifted, the softness of her chest spilled slightly over the lace edge. She looked over at tim, perched on the mahogany chair, and a sudden flash of irritation crossed her mind. She was tired of his constant curiosity, his endless questions, and his need to know every secret of her world.

Looking down at his five-inch figure, a familiar, primal urge stirred within her—the time impulsive hunger that had led her to swallow the plush teddy bear earlier that morning. As she finished dressing, the desire only grew, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She approached the chair, the dress clinging to her slender frame, though she remained braless; her nipples poked sharply through the sheer material, announcing her excitement.

She bent down, her long brown hair cascading around her like a mahogany curtain, framing the small man on the chair. For a moment, she considered the absurdity of it, but the urge was an irresistible tide. In one swift, fluid motion, her mouth descended around him. tim felt the world vanish as he was swept backward, his head sliding down the dark corridor of her throat while her lips sealed firmly around his feet.

Lily stood tall, the amber light of the evening catching the translucent fabric of her dress. Her beautiful form was just visible through the thin material, but her focus was entirely internal. Her cheeks bulged as she lifted her head, the silhouette of her throat illuminated by the setting sun. For a heartbeat, she paused, her stomach itching with an anticipatory hunger to receive the meal currently held between her lips. Then, with one powerful, rhythmic contraction, she swallowed.

The first gulp dragged tim halfway down her throat, creating a prominent, sliding bulge that shifted under the light. A second, deeper swallow followed, and the bulge descended fully, emptying her mouth and depositing him into the warm sanctuary of her stomach. Inside, tim was a whirlwind of confusion and disorientation, the world having vanished and been replaced by the rhythmic, pulsing walls of Lily’s interior. As he struggled to understand his new environment, Lily felt him moving—a frantic, fluttering sensation that reminded her vividly of the time she had swallowed a mouse whole, though he was far more substantial and filling than that tiny creature had been.

She placed a hand over the top of her belly, feeling the distinct, rounded swell that had grown more pronounced with the new addition. Her skin felt stretched, and a low, audible groan emanated from her gut. It was a symphony of digestion; her intestines were currently processing the sludge of the plush teddy bear, while her stomach began to play with its new, living guest. The sensation was intoxicating, a heavy, warm fullness that radiated through her thin frame.

Lily leaned back against the cool plaster of the hallway wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensation. It was one thing to consume a trinket or a curiosity, but this was different. The frantic, rhythmic drumming of tim’s heart against her inner walls echoed through her entire torso, a living, breathing vibration that turned her stomach into a sanctuary of warmth. A thrill, sharp and electric, raced from her chest down to her toes; the sheer, intoxicating power of possessing another human being entirely within her own flesh. She imagined the cycle repeating—a ritual of consumption and release—where she could swallow him, hold him in the dark, velvet heat of her gut, and then, once he had recovered from the shock, do it all over again. The thought of him as a recurring meal, a permanent guest in her digestive tract, made her breath hitch in a way that had nothing to do with the pressure on her lungs.

Lily could feel A low, rumble through her lower abdomen, a churning sequence of bubbles and shifts that signaled the end of the teddy bear's journey. The plush fabric, once a toy, had been rendered into an unrecognizable, heavy sludge, now sliding slowly through the valves of her intestines as every last bit of energy and nutrition was extracted.

Lily could feel tim in her stomach, he was a physical presence, a dense and shifting anchor that pulled at her center of gravity. Inside the humid, rhythmic dark, tim finally stopped struggling. The initial panic had subsided into a surreal clarity as he realized the velvet walls surrounding him weren't a room, but a living organ. He lay there, suspended in a thick, caustic vat of digestive juices that shimmered like oil in the dark, wondering with a dizzying sense of betrayal why Lily would choose to consume him. He could hear the distant, booming echo of her heartbeat, a slow and steady drum that reminded him he was no longer a companion, but fuel to be processed into something unrecognizable and burned, as calories.

Above the visceral churning of her gut, Lily felt a strange, sympathetic ache in her chest. Her boobs felt heavy and tender, a, pulsing sensitivity that mirrored the curve of her belly. It was an instinctive, biological pull—a maternal urge to nourish the tiny, shivering creature now nestled within her. She didn't see him as a friend in that moment; she saw him as something fragile, something that belonged to her, tucked away where the world couldn't touch him.

She rested both palms over the swell of her stomach, her fingers splaying across her gentle curve, barely noticeable by anyone else. This was a protective instinct, a fierce, territorial warmth that mimicked the feeling of pregnancy. But while a mother guards a life being built, Lily was guarding a life being undone. She felt a predatory sort of tenderness, a paradox of love and consumption that made her lean her head back and sigh. The weight of him was a comfort, a secret shared only between her skin and his small form.

Lily pushed herself away from the wall, the sudden movement causing a soft, heavy shift in her midsection. As she stood, she reached for her bra, the lace feeling restrictive yet necessary. In the quiet of the room, a singular, miraculous bead of milk emerged from the peak of her left nipple, a ghostly white droplet born from a sudden, fierce biological shift. It vanished instantly, absorbed by the fabric of her bra, a secret shared only between her skin and the cloth as she shielded her breasts from the encroaching evening light.

She finished dressing with a slow, methodical precision. The dress was a whisper of fabric, a sheer veil that clung to her slender frame, leaving her silhouette exposed to the amber glow of the room. The only feature that remained visible beneath the translucent material was the soft, rounded swell of her belly. She looked down at herself, her eyes softening. There was a profound, secret love for that curve—a physical manifestation of the living weight she now carried. If a lucky stranger were to stand at just the right angle, the only part of her skin they would see was the gentle dome that served as the temporary home for her occupant.

As she shoveled more food into her stomach at the party, the frantic drumming of tim’s heart against her stomach walls gradually faded, replaced by a heavy, settling warmth. She could feel the solid form of the life inside her turning to sludge, moving onto the next step of its journey, a slow-motion descent of matter that felt less like a guest and more like a permanent part of her anatomy. The distinct, localized weight and occasional movement of him in her stomach dissolved, sliding downward into the depths of her lower gut, he was longer a person living inside her but nutrients to be extracted. He had become a dense sludge like the teddy bear, joining the line of matter packed tightly inside her gut being processed.

Lily tilted her head back, her throat working in a slow, rhythmic pulse as she swallowed the final morsel of the party’s leftovers. The motion was a subconscious mirror of the moment she had consumed tim, a lingering echo of that singular, powerful gulp. As the food descended, she felt a sudden, fleeting curiosity: would the remnants of the feast reach him? She wondered if tim, in his current state, could actually "eat" any of the calories she was shoveling down, or if he was simply a passenger in a storm of acids and enzymes.

The thought was fleeting, because she knew the truth of his status. He wasn't a guest anymore; he was matter.

Lily leaned back into the plush velvet of the sofa, her hand resting instinctively on the soft curve of her abdomen. A slow, humming warmth radiated from her core, and she closed her eyes, imagining the molecular alchemy occurring within her. She didn't just feel full; she felt an expansive sense of ownership. In her mind’s eye, she traced the path of tim’s dissolution, visualizing his essence breaking down into raw, shimmering energy that flowed through her bloodstream like a golden tide.

She imagined him being absorbed into every fiber of her being, migrating from her gut to the furthest reaches of her anatomy. She thought of the next firing neuron in her brain, the spark of a new thought or a sudden memory, being fueled by the very calories that had once been his heart. She pictured the subtle, lush curve of her ass and the soft swell of her thighs growing just a fraction more plump, the extra layers of feminine softness being meticulously constructed from his processed remains. Even the stray, ghostly bead of milk that occasionally escaped her breast felt like a sacred distillation—a liquid legacy of tim, transformed by her body into something nurturing and sweet.

The sensation was intoxicating, a biological conquest that left her feeling heavy and serene. Every breath she took felt deeper, as if her lungs were expanding to make room for the version of him that now existed as part of her own cellular structure. He was no longer a separate entity to be cared for or managed; he was the fuel for her glow, the hidden architecture of her skin, and the quiet energy pulsing in her veins.

Lily looked down at her belly, which had become a taut, glistening dome of consumption. It was far more distended than it had been when she first swallowed tim, now stretched to contain the sheer mass of food she’d shoveled into her stomach. The party leftovers—the rich creams, the heavy meats, the sugary confections—had acted like logs thrown onto a roaring fire, fueling a biological furnace that felt as though it were radiating heat from the inside out. The skin of her abdomen was pulled tight, a glossy mirror of her gluttony, making the slight, rhythmic churning of her digestion visible to the naked eye.

Lily traced the perimeter of her distended stomach with her fingertips, fascinated by the tension of her own skin. Deep within that warmth, she knew tim had ceased to be an observer and had instead become a contribution. He was no longer a five-inch man with a voice and a history; he was a series of chemical reactions, a caloric windfall that was currently being woven into the fabric of her hips and the softness of her breasts. The thought didn’t bring her grief; it brought a humming, electric sense of dominion.

The front door clicked shut, sealing Lily back into the silence of her own world. As she walked toward the mirror in the hallway, the aggressive tension of her stomach had finally begun to subside. The frantic, heavy churn of the party leftovers and the final dissolution of tim had settled into a quiet, rhythmic hum. Her belly, once a taut dome of consumption, had softened and receded, leaving behind only a slight, lingering curve—a ghost of the mass she had carried. It was a gentle, feminine swell that refused to flatten completely, a secret stowaway of nutrients now integrating into her tissues.

She stepped into the bedroom and began to undress, the sheer fabric of her dress sliding down her hips with a soft, shushing sound. Standing naked before the full-length mirror, Lily paused, her eyes scanning every inch of her reflection. She admired the pale glow of her skin and the way her long brown hair draped over her shoulders like a heavy curtain of silk. She looked for a sign—a sudden plumpness in her thighs or a new fullness in her breasts—but the mirror told her that not much had changed. She was still the time slender woman, five feet of soft edges and narrow bones.