Cursed FPS Limits!
Original Source: https://x.com/Kiwi_Dox/status/2110315018663108742?s=20

Pt1: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1190784

Pt2: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1190785

safe hopefully

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

Small vore art since it’s my birthday and couldn’t come up something detailed

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

I drew this in to practice faces and putting tinies in mouths.

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 >~<

You know...I don't really mind but most of the time after having sex. Boys always end up shoving us into their cock to settle and churn inside their balls. After we melt into cum, these cum will get pump into someone ass or womb, filling or impregnating them with our remains.

Is there any specific reasons why you boys or futas love to shove us into your cock?

For years I was prey, but last year my busty boy boyfriend let me perma unbirthed him. So now I’m the dom pred of the relationship.

Like the title said, I wanna know from fellow Prey, what's the best way to hide from a Pred that wants to gulp you down? Perhaps while in a local bar do I hide inside the bathroom? Or maybe while I'm in a museum hide near one of the exhibits? Please lemme know your best hiding spots!

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.

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.

Nothing ike a friendly competition.
Second part already available at my page
https://subscribestar.adult/bacardont

I didn't know if it had a unique name, but I freaking love it.

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.

This was a commission artwork from Hueleo Arts made for Oodelally57942 on Twitter. Unfortunately though, the original post was deleted, and Oodelally57942 doesn't seem to have an account anymore. PLEASE lemme know if you have this image!! (And no, it's not the one still visible on their account, it was a removed alt that was beneath it).

EDIT: I am trying to find the reel BTW I'll post a comment when I do

I was just dying laughing. She's like "wow she looks so beautiful with her walk". She actually accidentally discovered the eating people mechanic and her jaw dropped and she looked so excited and she is trying so hard to do it again. She has this big smile on her face "how do I do that again!!!"

I couldn't stop laughing 🤣 😭 😂 💀

My first thought is like which one of you toolbags recommended that game to her? And my second is if nobody recommended her that game then where on earth did she find the game? The second one is way funnier. The first comment is "is that one of them games from ekas portal?". All of her other videos are normal gameplay footage so no I don't think she's into vore.

They were already big enough...