Quite Frankly Spooky

[allbelliesaregoodbellies]

Anonymous asked:

Not a bad answer. What about a whole person?

Now that would be even better. Feeling someone squirming around, then digesting to a hundred pounds of pure, lardy fat…

[kristenlikesvore]

Anonymous asked:

If it was possible to eat someone for real, like shrink them and swallow them, would you do it and would you only choose someone willing or shrink tasty looking randoms?

I would absolutely do it and I would choose whoever I felt like eating. Everyone is on my menu. : )

#askarchive

[kristenlikesvore]

Five Stages of Digestion, part II

[kristenlikesvore]

Note: the next few paragraphs are an explanation of this post. If you would like, you can skip ahead to the ***JUICY STUFF*** section and revisit this later.

So I thought that I would like to write a little more about this. One common criticism of the Kübler-Ross model is that not everyone experiences grief or deals with loss in the same way and in many cases the stages may be experienced in different orders, individual stages may be absent altogether (in a relatively minor cause of grief, such as losing keys, bargaining may be absent for example), or an individual stage might recur.

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross herself noted this as she studied grief more, particularly as she began to study cases of grief beyond the scope of the experience that led her to develop the model, which was working with terminally ill patients and how they grieved over their inevitable death.

So for example, stages for an individual in the vore scenario outlined may be bargaining, anger, and denial. The initial bargaining may be begging to not be eaten in the first place. The second stage may be anger, or perhaps more accurately frustration, at having been swallowed. After that, frustration subsides and is replaced by denial and there is no true acceptance. In this case blissful denial, or perhaps unwavering optimism, may ultimately be the final resolution.

Of course, these stages can also be applied positively. In vore, this translates to scenarios involving willing prey. Denial is more of an excited, “I can’t believe I’m really getting to experience this. : )” Denial can also be willing prey being a bit embarrassed to admit that they want to be eaten. Anger is replaced by an impatient eagerness. Bargaining might be begging to be devoured and digested. Depression may rather be blissful ecstasy. Acceptance connotes coming to terms and making peace with a negative outcome. In this case, anti-acceptance could be consolidated with anti-depression.

Of course, there is also a possibility of willing prey changing their mind when the fantasy becomes a grim reality, in which case it would revert from this antithetical model to the original stages of grief. However, that is perhaps going to be a future discussion. If this is the sequel, that might be the closing of a trilogy. For now, we will focus on the antithetical model.

***JUICY STUFF***

Stage 1: Bargaining - Bella and Allison had begged me to devour and digest them. After some convincing (of course, it did not take much convincing to devour two lovely, willing girls), I agreed to have them for dinner.

This is arguably more just begging than bargaining, though you could argue that offering themselves as meals in exchange for being devoured is bargaining if you want to be pedantic.

Stage 2: Denial - As previously mentioned, denial is more of an excited disbelief of experiencing something desired. In this case, Bella and Allison experienced a small level of “pinch me; I must be dreaming” denial at the realization that I was going to swallow and digest them alive.

Stage 3: Ecstasy, part I - rather than anger or depression, Bella was thrilled to watch an equally thrilled Allison being devoured before her eyes, just minutes before she was to be devoured herself.

Stage 4: Ecstasy, part II - I’ll be blunt – Bella and Allison went at it like rabbits inside of my belly. After that, Bella devoured Allison.

Stage 5: Bargaining - This time it was more pure begging than any form of bargaining, but Bella was quite insistant that I make a post announcing to everyone how I had devoured them and chronicling the experience in some level of detail.

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[kristenlikesvore]

I wish this got more attention like the first. If it does, I’ll definitely do a part three.

[kristenlikesvore]

With a very audible gulp, I swallow down the last bit of you and that was that. Now fully inside of my belly, you curl up tightly. The pressure of the muscular walls squeeze you like a vice, compressing your balled up form further. Any expectations that my stomach would be as spacious as a sleeping bag had been all but completely dashed by this point.

The worst part was the acrid reek of digestion. I don’t know what to say really. Honestly, did you expect it to be any different? The pungent odor of liquefied flesh of bygone meals churned down in seething acid baths was every bit as wretched and rancid as any sensible person would have expected, but apparently sensibility is not one of your defining characteristics. Had you expected the delicate fragrance of spring flowers in bloom? In all fairness, there are flowers whose aroma resembles this, specifically for the purpose of attracting insects that mistake it for the stench of a rotting corpse.

Everything around you was dark and coated in a putrid ooze that made your skin crawl, though perhaps it would be more accurate to say that your surroundings were crawling over you like a thousand slugs. Regardless, fluids of varying viscosity splashed and trickled and soaked your body. Perhaps it is better not to imagine what each one might be.

At this point it would not be much longer until everything really kicks in and once the fiery depths of my guts begin to stir up, you will then know of the most gruesome form of burning agony. Of course, this is of no consequence to me. You’re just another meal. I could say that perhaps I relished the knowledge of your agony, but really I’m more apathetic towards you as a living thing than anything else. It’s really not worth the effort to care about you one way or the other. You’re just another bulge in my midsection and nothing more.

[klover13-blog]

Something Amazing Just Happened

[bigrumblingtummy]

Well, it appears that at least one of you would-be meals lives in my area, and has put two-and-two together to figure out who I am.

About 25 minutes ago, I was sitting at the reference desk, putting together a presentation for a professor, when a woman approached my desk. I glanced up to see that she was of average height, wore glasses and school-themed sweats, and had her auburn hair done up in a bun; she looked familiar to me, but just like the plethora of students who come to the desk or pass by my office on a daily basis. I smiled as I minimized my applications, ready to help her with whatever question she had. As she approached, I couldn’t help notice some of her other attributes: mainly, a lovely set of breasts thrusting out in front of her that were (rather unsuccessfully) hidden underneath her modest top, and some delightfully thick thighs that were forced into some pants that were very clearly a couple sizes too small. She was someone who I wanted to end up in my pants or in my belly (or both).

I did my best to stop staring and make eye contact, and asked her what I could help her with. She told me that she was compiling a list of resources for a class she was TAing, and couldn’t find one of the books on the shelves. I told her I would help her look, knowing that somebody had probably grabbed it off if the shelf, and that she would have to wait until it was re-shelved for her to find it. As I got out from behind the desk, she turned around and started to lead me to the shelf in question. I should clarify: I wasn’t so much led by her, but by her big, perfectly round booty. I simultaneously felt hungry and turned on, and knew that I had found my next meal.

As I followed her, I started to plan out my next move. If the coast was clear, I could always just eat her in between the shelves, but it would be really risky, so I would have to be fast, which would mean that I wouldn’t have any time to enjoy her body before it was inside of mine. Maybe I could tell her that, since we weren’t very busy, I could take her back behind the desk, where the books are sorted, and we could look there. Still, it’s not in a separate room, and a coworker could easily stumble upon us.

I was deep in thought when we got to the shelf, and I absentmindedly walked right into her, knocking her down. I quickly apologized and offered to help her up, realizing that this would probably be my only chance to make this full-figured beauty my meal. I pulled my hand back, and got down to the ground, straddling my legs around her. Before I could cover her mouth and get my mouth around her head, she whispered, “Wait! You’re Kayli, right? From Tumblr?” I looked down at her, amused, before widening my jaws, “BigRumblingTummy!” She blurted out. I stopped. I couldn’t believe that somebody had actually recognized me (and that somebody like her was into my blog). I pulled back and stayed straddling her. “Yes.” I said, unsure of how to proceed with this exchange. She explained to me that she had found my blog last month, and recognized me around the library. I thanked her for being a fan, but told her that that would not save her from my stomach. I opened my mouth back up, and started towards her again. She squirmed underneath me, and begged me not to do it. “Wait, wait, wait,” I heard as my lips spread over the top of her head. “I want you to eat me, just not here. Not like this.” I reluctantly took my mouth off of her. She continued, “I got you alone to ask you to eat me, but I was hoping we could make something special out of it, like with dinner or something.” I chuckled and shifted forwards so that I could whisper into her ear. “I see. Well, I am always willing to accommodate someone willing like yourself, but the second I saw you, I decided that you are not leaving the library outside of my stomach.” She closed her eyes and shivered underneath me, clearly aroused. “I’ll tell you what though, we can still make something special out of this. We’ll go to one of the basement study rooms and have some fun first.” She vigorously nodded at my proposal, so I got up off of her and helped her up. I grabbed her ass like the piece of meat that she was, and told her to follow me, swaying my hips in front of her. I walked pretty slowly, which frustrated her a little bit, but I wanted her to enjoy her last moments outside of me. I don’t think she cared. We got to the reference desk, and I told her to wait right there, as I found a key for one of the basement study rooms - one with no windows. None of the student employees working at the other stations ever ask any questions about what the librarians do, so I wasn’t worried about being away. I motioned for my meal to follow, and sauntered downstairs for an early dinner.

I led her into the study room, and locked the door behind us. I pushed her onto the table, and told her to strip down to her underwear. There was no going back, and that she was about to be nothing more than my food; just a bulge in my belly. I slid my hands up her thighs, and let her know that if there was anything she wanted to do, no would be the time. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but let’s just say that I got her in my pants before I got her in my belly. I’ll leave it up to you to imagine exactly what that means.

After we finished, I didn’t waste any time. She told me that she wanted to be eaten feet-first facing downwards, so that she could see my flat belly expand with her body as she was being swallowed. I got to work, and slowly devoured her, taking time to enjoy every inch of her curvy body as it passed my lips and slid down my throat. She seemed to enjoy herself. I teased her a little bit, pretending like she might be too much for me too swallow, before permanently moving her into her new home. As I swallowed for the final time, I felt her begin to move around and try to get comfortable. I felt her head poke upwards and patted it, belching for effect. I thanked her for being such a willing meal, and began to put my clothes back on (I picked the wrong day to wear a button down shirt; my belly is exposed and it is COLD outside). After I got dressed, I collected up her clothes, threw them in a nearby trash can, and made my way back upstairs. Now, I am back at the reference desk, lovingly rubbing my belly, waiting for 5:00 so I can go home and enjoy my meal. I think this weekend is off to a great start. I wonder what I will have for dinner tonight.

The point of all this is: don’t be afraid to ask. You never know what could happen.