SFX test of vore - belly expansion - @vore-acious
sweetietoothed
Imagine lying in bed with someone in your tummy. Resting and feeling your stuffed gut sinking into the matttress, covered by some nice, warm blankets. Hearing cute muffled snores coming from your prey as they sleep inside you. All the while keeping a hand on your middle, enjoying the warmth, the fullness, the relaxing gurgles of your satisfied stomach digesting your prey.
And when you wake up in the morning, you can hear your plush belly groan, what was once a person the same size as you now a soft and smooth mass sagging from your waist. All you need now is some tender tummy rubs to help them along.. ❤️
sweetietoothed
I want to gulp you down. I want to feel you slide past my lips and curl up inside my greedy belly as it whines and cries out hungrily, turning into delighted groans and gurgles when it finally gets to have such a wonderful, delicious meal tucked away inside of it..
I want to rub circles around and massage the adorable bulge you would make in my abdomen, to feel every wiggle, hear every muffled word that echoes from my pudgy, grumbling belly. I want you to feel how grateful I am to have tasted you, to know you’ll be mine, to keep you on my body..
More than anything, I want to absorb every inch of your body into my own, to feel you sloshing and squishing around as I tenderly rub my noisy belly. I want digest every last part of you, to keep all of you to myself. I want to massage and caress my gut as it happily churns you away, taking its time savoring you and absorbing you onto my body. I want to feel the excess air burping out of me so the only thing left in my belly is you..
I want to feel my already pudgy waistline swell and fatten with your added weight, to feel my now useless shirt riding up my middle as it stretches over you. I want look in the mirror and admire my lovely new rolls jiggling from my hips, let you peek out under my shirt and show you off to everyone. I want to have my and another pair of hands rubbing all over you, caressing you, pampering you as much as I can for giving yourself up to be mine..
Anybody that’s into Vore please like/ reblog this.
My dash is dry af and I’m looking for more blogs to follow.
An Update on My (Less) Willing Meal
I think my meal is starting to regret approaching me. She’s been much more restless today. I can feel her thrash about, and I think she is muttering to herself, though I can’t make out what it is.
I’m sure the fact that I keep eating and drinking doesn’t help. I wouldn’t want to be squished up against chewed up food or swimming in whatever I decide to drink. It would just remind me that I am food, and I’m sure all of her senses are currently telling her that.
I’ve been trying to make her feel a little bit better about her conditions though. I rub her through my stomach, and have been having little conversations with her. Right now, as I am doing some work, I am reading her some of the asks I have been receiving, and asking what her opinions are. Seems to calm her down, and sometimes I think she really begins to enjoy stewing away inside of me again.
I expect that digestion will really take hold tomorrow. My stomach has probably already started on her, but not enough for it to be the focus of her attention yet. I guess I’ll see tomorrow if she complains any more. Oh well, she wanted this.
I wonder if she, in the back of her mind, thought that vore wasn’t possible, even though she followed my blog and saw me frequently with a struggling belly of varying sizes. Even if she did think that, she still begged me to swallow her, and there is no way in hell I will let her back out.
Anonymous asked:
bigrumblingtummy-deactivated201 answered:
It is the best feeling in the whole world. It makes me feel so incredibly powerful and sexy. I am walking around, just doing whatever it is that I am doing, while I am reducing an entire person into mush inside of my body. Their hopes and dreams are irrelevant. Their relationships are irrelevant. Their career is irrelevant. Everything that makes them a person is irrelevant; all they are is my food. I am their entire world, and they are constantly subjected to my every wish and desire. And eventually, they will fall victim to the process of my stomach. No matter what, there is nothing that they can do to escape that. And despite everything that is happening inside of my stomach, it does not affect me at all - I just go about my day with a belly full of food.
I especially love it when people talk to me, especially if they are thrown off by the size of my belly. They usually try to avoid it, but are always obvious about it. If they do ask me about it, I just smile and tell them I had a big meal, and rub my tummy. For the most part, they have no idea. If they do, they usually end up there next.
The best places are in bars and while walking in the city, actually. It’s difficult to eat someone on the spot, so I have to lure them someplace private first, and I can usually find plenty of potential meals just minding their own business. Occasionally at work. Another surefire way is to just order delivery or invite someone over.
Currently, I’m not full, per se, but my belly is still occupied with the remains of my last huge meal. I should be done with them by this weekend, and will try to find someone to eat afterwards. And even if my gut isn’t completely empty, my new meal can just soak in the remains of my last one.
Anonymous asked:
Ooooh, this is very nice. I’d certainly do that, heh.
Anonymous asked:
Oooh, that would be amazing- to be able to actually sell vore, to be fat enough that a full-grown man could slide into my gut and you’d just barely be able to see them through all the blubber.
Anonymous asked:
Oh, it’s an honor, and I’d remember you fondly~


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