Zz26thletter - Hell Is Real And I'm Him

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.

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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!

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.

You made probably the biggest mistake an intern could make.

The CEO was still yelling. Muffled, furious, definitely still yelling.

<"You’re fired,"> they bark, their voice vibrating through your stomach walls. <"You hear me? Fired! The second I get out of here, I swear to god—">

You press both hands into the firm swell of your belly, trying to calm it, trying to calm yourself.

"Please," you say, voice tight, "can you—can you stop yelling?"

<"Stop yelling?"> they snap. <"You ate me, you little freak!">

you wince.

<"I am the leader of this company, I should not be sitting in some intern’s gut!">

You groan, curling further into yourself, shifting your weight on the supply closet floor.

It’s not comfortable—the CEO is heavy, far heavier than anything you’ve ever swallowed before. Your stomach is stretched to its absolute limit, packed full, groaning under the pressure.

"I panicked," you mutter, rubbing small circles over your middle, trying to ease the ache.

trying to will your stomach into speeding things up.

<"You panicked?"> The walls of your gut ripple as the CEO shoves against them, hard.

<"Spilling coffee on me is panicking. Forgetting your instructions is panicking. Eating me whole is--!">

Your stomach clenches down, cutting them off. You gasp.

The CEO swears, voice slipping-- nervous now, and you can feel their breathing- fast, shallow.

<"You need to let me out. Now.">

You swallow thickly. "I—I don’t think I can."

The CEO stills.

<"What?>

"I don’t—I don’t know how to... i dont know how to stop it."

You stomach gurgles.

There’s a moment of silence. Then the CEO kicks, hard enough that you yelp.

<"You little shit,"> they growl.

<"You’re going to regret this.">

"I already do," you groan, kneading into the firm swell of your belly.

The pressure inside won’t ease up, your gut is clenching. Relentlessly. Processing.

The CEO tries to push again, but it’s weaker this time. Your stomach is winning.

It always wins

<"Please,"> they say suddenly, softer now, less rage, more desperation. <"You don’t want to do this. I can fix this—I’ll—I won’t fire you, okay? I’ll promote you, even. You don’t have to—">

Your stomach groans, hot and heavy.

You shut your eyes, breathe in deep, and keep rubbing at your belly, feeling it settle.

---

You wake up to darkness.

For a disorienting moment, you don’t know where you are—only that the air is stale, your back is sore, and you must have had an extraordinary meal recently.

Then it clicks. The supply closet. The CEO.

The weight still pressing against your middle, no longer struggling, no longer yelling—only a warm, thick mass, settled deep in your gut.

You bolt upright, gasping, your belly sloshing with the movement.

Shit.

You went into a food coma.

You passed out in the middle of digesting your boss.

Panic shoots through you, and you scramble to your feet, wincing at the dull ache of your overworked stomach.

Your dress shirt is wrinkled, sticking to your skin, and when you press a hand against the swell of your gut, it’s still soft.

You push open the door, slipping into the dim hallway, blinking, bleary and disoriented. Still waking up.

Freezing as a voice calls out—

"Hey. Where’ve you been?"

Your head snaps up, eyes wide.

A coworker—one of the assistants, leans against the front desk, looking at you with mild curiosity.

You fumble for words. "I—I was just—”

"You look awful." They frown, eyes flicking over your disheveled form—mussed hair, flushed face... where your stomach pushes forward, heavy with its stolen meal.

Your gut shifts, contents pressing lower, and you have to bite back a groan.

"You should go home. It’s late." They say.

Your heart hammers. You nod quickly, very quickly.

"Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I—I should go."

You turn on your heel and walk—fast, stiff, legs fuzzy with pins and needles.

Forcing yourself not to clutch at your stomach, even as it groans with each step.

The office is empty, the halls quiet. No one else is here. Except for a few security guards who ignore you.

Your belly sways heavily with each movement, the remnants of the CEO being churned down into something useful.

you step out of the lobby doors, into the cool nighttime air. You breathe it in, deeply. You look up and you can't see any stars.

You don't know what tomorrow will look like for you. But at least you won't be needing breakfast.

What if Bowser secretly had a crush on Mario and also secretly was into vore, so he wrote a bunch of fanfics in which he eats Mario, and then Mario finds those fanfics and is, understandably, disturbed, believing that Bowser is some murderer, and everytime he has to go save Peach he is much more jumpy and scared of Bowser, and Bowser realizes that Mario found the fics and is incredibly embaressed. The next time they go kart racing, Bowser flashes Mario a awkward smile, and Mario just starts visibly shaking with fear, turning to Luigi to be like, "He's-a going to fucking kill me, he's-a gonna kill me, Luigi!"

Whoops! I'm re-addicted to Tumblr!

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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.