Zz26thletter - Hell Is Real And I'm Him

feedism is hilarious because it sounds so wildly wholesome in some regards. like oh you like making sure your partner eats well? or you like it when your partner does the same for you? you like eating together? what a fucking deviant. what a perv. i bet you probably like hand-making little cards that say "i love you" too, don't you, you absolute sex freak. wait no post cancelled i just thought about a feeder slipping romantic notes into generous packed lunches for their feedee every day and now i'm getting hard

Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.

Pred pressing you into their belly because you keep complaining about being cold to give them a hint to eat you, and as you're blushing they don't even tease you, and you realize they aren't even trying to be sexy, they're genuinely trying to help you get warm. You tell them you're still cold and they grab some of the biggest, comfiest blankets they can find, and set you down on the couch asking if you want a cup of hot chocolate. You're a little disappointed they aren't taking the hint but it isn't the worst thing that could've happened. You don't feel like getting eaten anymore, so you just remind yourself to try a more obvious hint next time, since clearly they're not good at taking them.

poor little guy is hungry.. surely you'll let him take a sip?

ouugh I love tiny vampire guy.. I have 2 more parts (4 panels) planned but perhaps if there are lovely kofi tippers I'll add some more :>

part 1 (you are here) || part 2 || part 3

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.

Some guy at work: I didn't like sweets until after 40, but now *pats gut* you can see how much I like em!

Me, very normal: haha yea

"There ya go.. Just a little more..." He tilts the legs back, lifting them so it's easier for the Pred to swallow. There's not much left outside, just leg below the knees.

Another strained swallow, followed by a whiney groan. He's getting somewhat impatient with the Pred, tempted to try pushing the Prey down, but he reminds himself this is the Pred's first time doing this... and he wanted it to be enjoyable.

Gently, he strokes down the Pred's neck, massaging into it to encourage another swallow.

"You're doing so well~ I bet you're so full already..."

The Pred manages another swallow, pulling the legs in up to the ankles. He decides now is fine to let go of the Prey, there's no way they're struggling can interfere now. Running his hand over the Pred's rounded stomach, he presses down on it, attempting to create room for the meal. They've been at this for some time now- nearly an hour? The Pred's really struggling...

Another swallow brings the feet into the Pred's mouth, followed by a quick gulp that finally- finally- sends the last of the Prey sliding down towards their gut. The Pred pants heavily, huffing and moaning with difficulty as their stomach expands far beyond its full capacity.

"Ohh,... iit's too much.." The Pred whines.

"That's a good Pred.... You'll be just fine..." He reassures, rubbing thorough circles into the trapped Prey.

They'll see- being a Pred is great! They just need to get used to it...

Let me preface this by saying that I don't usually make these kinds of posts. Please don't harass or contact the user in question.

It's come to my attention that a user in the SFW/Nonsexual vore community who's gained some notoriety has a history of being a serial harasser and dumping sexual trauma on others without consent, which came to light after an argument that they instigated in a server. This person can be a threat to other users in the community, particularly minors, and we've developed a document with the details of why this person is best avoided.

Heed the content/trigger warnings, keep yourself safe, and please don't send this user any harassment. If you have any questions, ask either in dms or off anon.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VOQcgI-PusKNcU3hYKAI3lyD6G1AZ-3EtT99S2qGC6Q/edit?usp=sharing

Is it necessary to toxicize? Is it necessary to be the first to call out literally everyone who doesn't like to consider vore as a kink and minors creating blogs for minors? What were you even thinking when you wrote this in a pinned post? Okay, taking into account the BPD, I can understand what you were thinking at the time of writing. The question is, what were you thinking about when you left it? And also in the most visible place, and not in an ordinary post that can get lost among other posts and fly out of memory. You literally signed the "I am the aggressor" pact. And considering how long it has been hanging there in the pinned post, no amount of BPD can justify it.

Literally has nothing to do with my BPD, I'm just not a creep who likes kids looking at the porn I draw. So sorry.

You know what, no. Fuck it. I don't care what my mutuals think of me for finding this out, it's too important not to share.

I am an adult. I enjoy adult things. I enjoy NSFW things. I enjoy vore as one of those things. And there has been one too many times that my adult interests (vore) have shared community spaces with minors.

Minors, listen up. And I am speaking to EVERYONE under the age of 18. I don't care if you turn 18 in the next hour, I'm talking to you.

There is no such thing as a SFW kink. There is no such thing as SFW vore. There is no such thing as safe for work kink or vore.

Can it be nonsexual? Yes, definitely. But it is still not sfw. IT IS STILL A KINK.

Even if you are interested in it sexually as a minor, you should NOT be interacting and communicating with the community. Engage with it from a distance. I'm well aware that minors can have kinks, I was a minor once myself, and I get it. But this isn't about kinkshaming, this is about actual child endangerment.

Not only are you putting yourself at risk of being harmed or groomed at worst, you're also putting us as adults in danger. There is genuine legal trouble that we can get into for allowing minors to engage with kink content such as this. Imagine if you, a hypothetical 13 year old (which is an actual age that I saw interacting with these blogs btw!), showed up to a BDSM club, DEMANDED entrance, and then whined about not being allowed in because it's "not sexual for you" and "just an artistic interest." Because that's what this is comparable to.

To the minors reading this, disengage with the public vore community. I'm not the only adult that is bothered by this. This is a GENUINE, ACTUAL ISSUE that SEVERAL other adult bloggers (even the nonsexual ones!) have brought up as an issue. I'm only speaking up about it myself because it's managed to cross paths into a very small fandom that I'm in. This is unacceptable behavior, and these kids need to be held accountable.

Tl;dr nonsexual kink is still a kink, and minors should not be engaging with vore content. If you're an adult vore blogger that allows minors to interact with you, you're fucking disgusting and I want you far away from me.

Non vore blogs/enjoyers are encouraged to reblog. I know there's plenty of lurkers who might see this, as I'm one of them.