Reblog If You Support Squishy Bellies, Have A Squishy Belly, Or Have The Desire To Summon Satan

Thinking about how I would actually be so uncool in a g/t vore situation underwater. I have crazy thalassophobia so if a big mercreature was trying to eat me I would be too freaked out to get anything out of it :/

Unicorn prince ✨

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

hmmmm he can take some more..

part one || part two (you are here) || part three (soon)

part four?

This is massive news

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

Finale of Finn's stuffing challenge

Cutting it off there. Thanks ya'll for participating!

Saw another couple artists do something like this so I figured I'd give it a shot. I don't expect it to get much traction but I figured I'd try anyway.

Chat, stuff this twink

petplay / g/t / vore

keeping your half sized pred as a pet. Making a luscious bed for them, a plush nest of ornate silks, thick furs, and pillows stuffed with downing feathers

Each night, completing a ritual of Feeding. Preparing tinies on a gold guilded dish, only thr most luxurious for your rare pet. Tiny after tiny, hand delivered to their waiting mouth until their stomach grows visibly round and plump.

Giving your pet a belly rub, pressing your comparatively massive hand onto their belly, feeling the restless little meals under your pets skin. Pressing down enough to make the pred jolt, their cheeks turning red as a small belch escapes them

saying "good pet," as the pred curls up around their full belly, their small palms kneading into the heavy, taut mass in their stomach.

Watching over them as they fall into a deep, digestive sleep. Their tummy continuing to squirm long after they fall into slumber. Watching as your pets belly eventually ceases all movement, and begins to grow smooth and round, softer, as their dinner of tinies gurgle away.

Your pet lounging much later, their paunch noticeably plumper after their most recent feeding. Pressing your hand into that squishy pouch, which annoys the pred slightly.