I’m A Horny Asexual - Of Course Im Into Vore

MINORS SHOULD NOT BE IN FETISH SPACES !!!

THIS INCLUDES VORE

STOP ENCOURAGING THE ENDANGERMENT OF MINORS

IT DOESNT MATTER IF ITS SFW

VORE IS STILL A FETISH SPACE

STOP PUTTING KIDS IN DANGER !!!

hi tummy enjoyers where are you guys gimme motivation to draw

treat

The apartment was quiet.

hunger gnawed at their ribs.

They hadn't eaten much lately. Grocery shopping was a skill they hadn't fully mastered yet, and takeout was too expensive to justify.

They’d made do with snacks, skipped meals when the hunger didn’t feel unbearable. But tonight, it was unbearable. A dull, aching hollowness in their gut, a raw craving that felt urgent. They needed food, now.

And then they saw it.

At first, they thought it was a doll—some forgotten thing left behind by the last tenant. It sat on the counter, in the corner, tucked away behind the kettle, quiet and inanimate.

But then it moved.

Its head lifted, small arms pushing against the surface as it stood, watching them with wide, uncertain eyes.

The breath caught in their throat. It wasn’t a doll. It was a person. A small, living person.

“…What are you?” They hadn’t meant to speak, but the words stumbled out, hushed and uneasy.

The little person hesitated. Then, in a voice so small it barely carried, they answered: “I live here.”

That didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense. But what struck them more than the impossibility of it was the aching hunger curling in their stomach.

Strange.

The raw, irrational thought that pushed its way into their mind, urgent and undeniable.

I could eat that.

They swallowed hard, hands tightening into fists.

“You can’t—” Their voice came out strained, but they couldn’t finish the thought. Hungry, that was all that mattered.

They were staring, now.

The little person must have noticed.

“You’re staring at me weird,” they said slowly. “Like you’re thinking about—”

They took a step back.

The new tenant took a step forward. The hunger twisted, pulling at something deep inside. Their stomach growled—loud, loud, loud

and they flinched at the sound of it.

The tiny person flinched too.

“You’re hungry,” they murmured.

Their throat felt dry. Their stomach clenched, aching, the hunger overriding every rational thought.

“I—”

They didn’t know how to explain it. Didn’t know how to explain why their mouth had started watering, why their hands itched to grab.

They didn’t have to. Because the little person understood.

And they bolted.

Their limbs were too short to carry them far. They barely made it past the edge of the counter before a couple of hands closed around them, lifting them effortlessly off the ground.

“Wait—” The little person squirmed, small fingers pushing uselessly against the grip.

"I can get you food--" they promised

“You don’t have to—” they pleaded

But they did. They had to.

They opened their mouth, hesitated for a single, breathy second—then shoved the tiny, wriggling body inside.

The taste was—nothing interesting.

But the way they fit against the tongue, the warmth of them sliding toward the back of the throat—that was real. And it was good.

Delicious.

Swallowing was too easy. Weirdly easy, for something so large... One push of the tongue, one reflexive gulp, and they were gone.

And then—fullness.

Their stomach swelled. The tight, aching emptiness was replaced with a heavy, solid weight, pressing outward in a way that stole their breath.

They staggered, hands finding their middle, pressing against the round, stuffed curve of their belly.

They groaned. It was too much. Too big. Like they had swallowed an entire thanksgiving turkey whole.

A weak movement pressed from inside. The little person was still there. They were inside.

Their stomach lurched, gurgling loudly around its unwilling meal, and they clapped a hand over their mouth as a deep, uncomfortable belch forced its way up.

Their face burned.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t normal.

People didn’t just do this.

People dont... eat borrowers.

They sat there, too full to move, still stunned by what they had done, another thought crept in.

That was good.

they licked their lips. Maybe, this was what they needed.

They groaned as they pushed themselves up, feeling the sheer weight of their belly pull them down.

It was so heavy, distended in front of them, stretching the fabric of their shirt too tight over the full curve. With a sigh, they tugged it off and went to the bedroom

swapped it for something looser— sweatpants and a baggy hoodie that still didn’t quite hide the roundness of their gut.

God, they felt good.

Warm.

Satisfied.

Full

Not hungry anymore. Not hungry at all, not even a little.

The heavy fullness in their stomach left them sluggish, but in a good way—like they were floating.

Their body knew what to do.

They patted their middle absently, then started on some chores. It was easier than expected, even with their overstuffed gut swaying with each step.

They washed dishes, folded some laundry, wiped down the counters—all with the steady, comforting weight in their stomach keeping them company.

Every so often, they’d pause to rub slow circles over the firm curve, soothing the occasional gurgle or hiccup that bubbled up.

They belched once or twice

Honestly? This was the best they’d felt in a long time.

Then came the knock at the door.

shut they forgot their friend was coming over

They barely had time to adjust their hoodie before their friend stepped in, dropping their bag by the door and stretching with a groan.

“Man, I’m so tired—”

Then they paused, eyes flicking down.

“Whoa. What’s with that?”

Heat flooded their face. “What?”

“The belly.” Their friend smirked, gesturing. “You look stuffed.”

Their stomach churned, loud enough to be heard, and they winced.

“Uh. Yeah.” they gulped

“…Yeah?” Their friend raised a brow.

“Dude. What did you eat?”

They hesitated, saying it out loud? That was risky. Still, their stomach gurgled insistently, and their friend was waiting. Why bother lying. Their friend would probably figure it out somehow - what if they spat up a bone or something? Whatever.

“…A borrower,” they muttered.

Their friend blinked. Then their eyes widened.

“No way.”

They shrugged, rubbing at their belly sheepishly. “I was hungry.”

Their friend grinned. “Damn. Lucky.”

They stared. “Lucky?”

“Yeah, dude.” Their friend laughed, plopping onto the couch. “Those little guys are so satisfying. You’ve never had one before?”

“…No?”

“Man.” Their friend shook their head, amused. “You’re in for a treat”

Another belch bubbled up before they could stop it, making them flush. Their friend just laughed harder.

They weren’t sure if they should feel weird about this. But as their friend went on about how good borrowers were, how filling, how their stomach was gonna love digesting that one down, they couldn’t help but feel… relieved.

Their friend seemed... weirdly supportive. And they knew about this, was this normal...? After all...?

Their friend leaned forward, eyes glinting with interest.

“C’mon, lemme see.”

Heat crept up their neck. “What?”

“Your stomach, dude.” Their friend grinned. “I wanna see it.”

They hesitated, fingers tightening around the hem of their hoodie. It was already obvious—there was no hiding the way their gut pushed out, round and heavy, the fabric stretched awkwardly over it. But showing it off? And why?

Their stomach let out a deep, sluggish glorp, and their friend’s grin widened.

With a sigh, they lifted their hoodie.

Their friend let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

They shuffled awkwardly, one hand resting over the tight swell of their bare belly.

It was huge. Round, firm, stretched full with the weight of their meal. And active, quiet gurgles and occasional shifts making it clear there was still something inside. Their friend reached out, pressing a palm against the curve. Rubbing just underneath their belly button.

“That’s a big one,” they mused. “How’d you even get it down?”

They flushed. “I don’t know. I just—did. Swallowed... uh.”

Their friend let out a short laugh, giving their belly a light pat. “Well, that’s gonna take forever to digest.”

They leaned back, shaking their head. “You’re not gonna need to eat for days... your digestive system will be too busy with this. Itll last you a good long while.”

you flushed.

Their friend shook their head, smirking.

“Man, you are gonna sleep so good tonight.” They huffed, rubbing slow circles over their packed belly.

“You think?”

“Duh.” Their friend pushed at the heavy curve of their gut, taut and round with its struggling occupant.

“That? That’s gonna knock you right out in a minute. Best sleep of your life.”

A low groan rumbled from their stomach, and they grimaced as something shifted inside. Their friend grinned.

“Damn. You look so stuffed.”

“I am,” they muttered.

“Bet you can barely move.”

“i can move…A little.”

Their friend clapped their hands together. “Alright. We gotta get you comfortable.”

Before they could argue, their friend was already helping them, guiding them to the big recliner by the couch.

They sank into it with a sigh, their swollen stomach settling heavily in their lap.

Immediately, their friend propped their feet up on the ottoman, taking the pressure off their middle. Then they grabbed a throw pillow and tucked it behind their back, followed by another one under their belly for extra support.

“Hold up,” their friend muttered, disappearing into the bedroom.

When they returned, they had a warm, fresh heat pad.

“Here. This’ll help.”

They blinked as their friend pressed it gently against the curve of their gut. The warmth seeped into them immediately, soothing the ache of the stretch and digestion.

“Oh…” They let out a slow breath. “That’s—nice.”

“uhuh.” Their friend flopped onto the couch and grabbed the remote.

“Alright. Let’s get a movie going.”

It was something they'd both seen before many times.

As the opening credits rolled, their friend shot them a glance.

“You still feel ‘em moving?”

They hesitated, pressing a hand against their belly. The weight inside wriggled, weak but definitely still moving.

A faint push pressed back against their palm.

“…Yeah.”

Their friend tsked. “Damn. Might keep struggling for a while. Its a big one, maybe that means it'll last longer. Less surface area or whatever I dont know.”

Their stomach let out another thick, wet glorp, working hard on its oversized meal. They sighed, shifting a little in the chair, one hand absently rubbing over the firm swell of their belly. The warmth, the fullness, the steady background noise of the movie—all of it was so nice. Their body was busy, still processing, and they already felt the creeping haze of sleepiness settling in.

Yeah. Their friend may be right. They yawned.

Their friend suddenly paused the movie, tilting their head.

A long, wet gllllrrk rumbled from their stomach, followed by a deeper, heavier

ggllurk.

“Ah,” their friend mused, glancing down at their belly. “That’s where all the noise is coming from.”

Heat rushed to their face.

“I—yeah, sorry.”

Another belch bubbled up before they could stop it, they hurried to clap a hand over their mouth.

Their friend chuckled.

“Dude, you don’t have to apologize. That’s normal.”

They swallowed thickly, cheeks still burning. “It’s just—uuorp--ugh—keeps happening.”

“Of course it does.” Their friend waved a hand. “You’ve got a lot in there..”

They pressed a hand to their belly, feeling the way it gurgled and churned beneath their palm.

Another low belch worked its way up, and they groaned, letting it out.

“urp…I feel bad for them,” they admitted quietly.

Their friend looked over, raising a brow.

“The borrower,” they muttered. “I mean, I just ate them.”

Their friend hummed, watching their stomach shift slightly with the last weak movements inside.

“Yeah. But, hey—you were hungry.”

Their gut let out another thick glorp, as if to confirm that.

They sighed, rubbing slow circles over the firm swell. The weight inside was settling more and more, the struggle fading into twitches.

The guilt was still there, pressing at the back of their mind, but then there was the warmth, the deep, heavy satisfaction of a real meal.

Their friend gave their belly an approving pat.

“Listen, borrowers make great meals.”

They swallowed, rubbing slow, absent circles over the taut swell of their gut. “I don’t know… it just feels weird.”

Their friend rolled their eyes. “You’re overthinking it. It’s way more ethical than buying meat.” They gestured vaguely. “No farming, no factories, no shipping—just straight from the source.”

They sighed, feeling another gurgling groan roll through their stomach.

“I mean, I guess…”

“And it’s free,” their friend added with a smirk. “You just saved yourself, what, a week’s worth of groceries?”

Their gut let out a slow, bubbling churn... all that food...

It really had been a long time since they’d felt this full.

Their friend stretched out on the couch

“you should enjoy this. It’s a treat. Quite rare. To catch one, let alone one so big.”

A quiet squirm made their belly wobble slightly, and they sighed, pressing a hand against it. It was so packed, so full, every inch stretched and rounded with the weight inside.

Their friend smirked. “And I mean look at that thing—that’s a big meal. A big treat.”

They licked their lips. Yes. Just a treat.

In honor of tumblr banning feedism let's take a moment to remember Sherlock Holmes being like "hello Watson every time I see you your waistcoat's a little bit tighter, and I'm noticing that a normal amount" in like 1890. Lighting a candle. Pouring one out for the noticing it a normal amount community

they should make weight loss ads illegal and I’m not kidding

Pred: if only there were a quick, fun and easy way to defeat this opponent..

The conveniently timed stomach growl:

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

sorry that i ate all of your rations and rubbed my cartoonishly distended belly and burped really loudly that was my bad

ppl have gotta find a better visual shorthand for cops being useless than fatness

How do I gently express my concern to a fetish content creator that they might have a life threatening illness