Marcus Returning To (mostly) Human Form After Gorging Himself On Some Poor Soul. His Stomach Acid Is

I don't think I ever posted this here! Funny little vore tropes~ if ya'll have any other tropes you'd like illustrated like this these'd be fun to make

cortisolmaxxing victimcel

The first time I brought him a meal, it was an accident. I didnt know what he was, I didnt know what would happen.

He had no name that I could speak, no true shape that he would show me, but he had hunger.

I brought him more. People who wouldn't be missed. People who might have deserved it. People I barely thought about once they were gone.

I watched him take them, jaws parting to accommodate them whole. The silence after was always the most satisfying part. Quiet. The confirmation that the world had swallowed them up, and no one would ever know where they'd gone.

Except me

Then, after, I took care of him. I brought cool water. I pressed my hands to the swell of his stomach when he was too full to move. He shifted and groaned, his voice like claws scraping against old stone. This was my ritual.

I should have died in that explosion—in the bloom of heat when the car burst into flames. But I walked out of it, my skin untouched, my clothes barely singed. The air smelled of ash and burned meat-- none of it was mine.

I told myself I was lucky. That it was chance. And the confusing nature of the event, it must have been survivors guilt.

But then the shadows started following me. And I knew things I shouldn't.

I told him about it the next time I brought an offering.

He was sated, draped in the darkness, in the basement, same as when Id first found him.

The grisly echoes of his last meal settling in the deep of his belly. I pressed my hand against it, felt the heat of his digestion like a furnace beneath his skin.

and said, "Something's wrong with me."

I told him everything that had happened. He listened, uninterrupting until I had told him everything.

He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. "Ah."

"Ah? That's all you have to say?" I demanded. "I walked out of a burning car. I see things. I hear things. And I know it's connected to you."

"it is."

There was an apology in his voice. He adjusted himself, his stomach gurgling over its latest burden.

"You've been offering me sacrifices for months. You're bound to me now. These are... side effects."

I stared at him. "Side effects."

He stretched, his form shifting, a rippling shadow in the dark. "Devotion has power. And you've been quite devoted, haven't you?"

That horrified me. I didnt want to be his devotee. "I just like watching you eat."

"That," he said, "is close enough."

Had he tricked me?

"So, what, I'm your priest now?"

"If you want to be." He tilted his head, regarding me not in the way a human or animal would. "Or you can just keep bringing me meals. Either way, the benefits remain."

I let my hands press into him, kneading the firm swell of his gut, feeling the way his stomach gurgled beneath the pressure.

A god’s belly, full with an offering I had given.

"You're very proud of your work," he said, amused.

Again, I smoothed a hand over his belly flesh. Like being allowed to run your fingers through a lion’s mane

A strong rolling gurgle answered my touch, a sound deep, growling, proof of the work being done inside.

His belly was stretched tight, but not quite like mortal flesh. It shifted strangely under my hands, half-solid, half-shadow, as though his body couldn't quite decide if it needed to follow the rules of the world it inhabited.

The weight of him was immense, his form languid with satisfaction. I pressed deeper, kneading slow circles against his full belly, feeling the dense pressure of his meal, the warmth of it rolling back at me. He groaned, long and low, and his stomach clenched beneath my hand.

“Hhhroourrp—” The belch tore from his throat, vibrating through his chest and against my palms.

I petted his stomach, gentle, praising. No part of me wanted to stop doing this.

arctic merman and lost arctic explorer

[i will turn this into a comic eventually i promise]

"g-good g-g-god it's freezing out here"

"yknow my mouth is always open if you wanna hop in~ i mean it's warm...and uh...warm"

"i i w-will not feed myself to you, you perverted s-s-siren"

"aw cmon...it's so sad seeing you all cold like this when my organs are right here. i mean they're super warm. doesn't being wrapped up in a sack of flesh inside my tummy sound comfy?"

"i won't yield myself to an agent of the devil! also that does not sound nice at-t-t-t all

[gurgle] "it gets a lot colder at night..."

"..."

"but my tummy stays nice and warm. i mean look at this blubber, it's not just for show~"

"f-fine! you can eat me!"

minors dni

i’m a horny asexual - of course im into vore

(i'm on a sleepy vore fix right now sorry)

a bunch of tinies sneaking their way into a pred's mouth as they sleep, slowly filling up their belly until they wake up absolutely stuffed with giggly preythings.

maybe they jerk awake suddenly just as the last tiny climbs into their mouth. they're still half-asleep though, so they don't fully process what's happening. they roll them around in their mouth. instead of spitting whatever it is in there out, the exhausted pred decides to act on instinct instead and just swallow whatever it is. it tasted good, after all, so it must be food...

do NOT swallow nagas tail first!! directional friction means that it’ll be very difficult and you might even lose your lunch (hehehe)!

instead eat them headfirst, and once you’ve got their human half down your throat you’ll be AMAZED at how easily they slip down into your belly! the positioning of a naga’s scales makes it so that even if they’re trying hard to get back out, any sort of movement from them will just work them even quicker down your esophagus :)

um. any nagas reading this look away this is private

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

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he hid them in his belly