Juliet's Story Thread [10 stories written]

[Juliet]

I have written fiction for a time now, but I am only just now exploring vore. All of my stories are shrinking based, there is no growth or full size vore. All preds are women. I am extremely open to feedback, positive or negative. Please leave your thoughts in a comment. Direct requests to my email, which is on my profile, or PM me. I won't always write them, but it's worth a shot.

I'll begin the thread with two of my stories. Read below.

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Feminine
Otto goes too far while arguing with his girlfriend, and pays the price inside of her stomach.
(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, unaware pred)
Written Feb. 14, 2017
3155 words

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Collection
Thom and Lana aren't fond of each other, and Lana just so happens to have the ability to shrink people.
(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, minor scat elements)
Written Apr. 26, 2017
2530 words

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Window
A man finds himself unable to escape a girl's stomach.
(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, vomit, odor, unaware pred)
TW: Bulimia
Written Sept. 9, 2015
3460 words

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Yah Yah
K. has to be initiated into the crew before Melina will give her the time of day. It's far more than she bargained for.
(FFFFFF/f, soft vore, mouth play, insertion, breast play, optional scat ending)
Written Apr. 27, 2017
2638 words

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Farrah in Chicago
It isn't safe to walk alone at night, Farrah learns the hard way.
(FF/f, soft vore, mouth play, insertion, anal, violent, unwilling prey, r*pe, optional scat ending)
TW: Very in depth depiction of r*pe
Written Apr. 29, 2017
3402 words

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Dying Naked Vomit Girl
Friends are friends, but food is food.
(F/f, soft vore, mouth play, violent, unaware pred, entrapment, optional scat ending)
Written May 4, 2017
2163 words

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Life of the Party
Another slave gets fucked.
(MMFFF/f, soft vore, mouth play, violent, gore, entrapment, insertion, giant, cock play, couples, watersports, slave, optional scat ending)
TW: Bodily harm
Written Sept. 16, 2017
4142 words

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Like Glass
Meenah gets eaten.
(F/f, soft vore, mouth play, insertion, violent, unwilling prey, r*pe, optional scat ending)
TW: R*pe obviously
Written Dec. 17, 2017
2353 words

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"Swallow Her!"
Some broads try to prank Anali, but it goes disastrously wrong.
(FFFF/f, soft vore, mouth play, unwilling prey, torture, optional scat ending)
Written Dec. 19th, 2017
4334 words

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Cupcake Angel
Cleo and Ari want to enjoy their day at a bakery, too bad Ari's rich sister is such a huge bitch.
(FF/f, soft vore, mouth play, violent, unaware pred, entrapment)
Written Jul. 4th, 2021
5019 words

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[Juliet]

Feminine

Otto goes too far while arguing with his girlfriend, and pays the price inside of her stomach.

(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, unaware pred)
Written Feb. 14, 2017
3155 words

Above him the ceiling slid away until everything around him was brightly lit and revealed to him. The floor was like one massive brown hill that extended very far in all directions. As far as he could see there were more and more of these hills deeply allocated within large holes in the ground. Separating each hill were several red walls that snaked all around him. From what he could tell, he had been put into a box of chocolates.

He had just been out with Phoebe and her friend but now he was here, almost as if by magic. From what he could recall they had been together out getting salad. He traced his day back through his mind.

She had woke him up at what felt like only a few hours ago, very late into the afternoon. It was her idea to go out on a date for Valentine's but it was his idea to bring her friend along, against her wishes. He had his eyes on her for a long time now and was hoping to make the switch as soon as he possibly could. Now seemed as good a time as any.

Like he always did, he immediately started fucking around with Phoebe as soon as Ariana showed up, maybe to seem like a funnier guy to her and maybe start something. She wasn't very receptive at all, but today after he finished yelling at Phoebe for texting while they were on a date, he felt pretty confident in himself. Whenever he stood up to go to the restroom his hopes were finally realized as Ariana smiled and told Phoebe that she had to excuse herself as well. Walking to the restroom felt like a final victory lap.

And what a surprise when he had finished using the restroom that Ariana came behind him while he washed his hands and put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who," she said. He didn't even bother to speak, he turned around and pulled her in for a kiss, bending down to reach her lips. As they both closed their eyes he felt a jolt in his hip, like a sudden cramp, and then he was on the floor and unconscious.

He faked being asleep to avoid any trouble, but he still saw where Ariana put him. She slid him into an opened, heart shaped box of chocolates, right in the center piece. Once it was closed he made sure to not slide off the chocolate so he wouldn't get crushed down in the crevice between it and the wall.

It was sickening to be sliding around and shaken repeatedly as Ariana went back to her seat, but he was able to dig his hands into the chocolate deeply enough to stay put. He would be able to run off the most easily if he kept the high ground anyway.

Ariana had walked back to her seat and discreetly slipped the chocolate into Phoebe's purse, by her side on the floor. Then she took a seat and waited.

"Huh, Otto's taking his time, isn't he...?," Ariana asked to Phoebe. She looked in the direction of the restroom and nodded. "Maybe you should call him or something, if he's taking so long."

Phoebe looked to her lap and then back to Ariana, "What if he walks out while I'm using my phone? He might get mad again, I don't wanna ruin our date any more than I already did."

Ariana replied, "I'll back you up if he blows up again, just call him. I bet he'll be happy to see that you care enough to check on him." Phoebe looked away then back toward the restroom. Finally, she sighed and gave in.

She took her purse from the ground to get her phone out when she saw the box of chocolate laying at the top of everything. "Oh, geez, who put this here?," she asked, then she laughed nervously. Ariana oohed and nudged her on. Flipping the box over, Phoebe found a tag attached. 'From: Your amazing boyfriend; To: The best girlfriend someone could ask for.' It even looked like his handwriting.

"This wasn't even in there a second ago! What the hell, how did I not see him put it there? I've been trying to pay attention to him more."

"I didn't see either, that's pretty weird!," Ariana laughed, "Maybe you should save it for later?"

"No, I think he'll be happier if he sees me eating the chocolate when he comes out. Oh, yeah, I was supposed to call him, right?," Phoebe reached back into her purse to take out her phone then rang Otto. He took his phone from his pocket to answer and tell her what was up.

"Oh, what the hell?," he yelled when he saw that his phone was all black. It wouldn't even respond when he tried to turn it back on. Totally bricked.

That was about the time that he noticed his mistake by sticking to the same place. The chocolate had melted below him and he was partially submerged into a crater he formed. At the moment it was barely anything, so he figured he could stand back up and move. His clothes being dirty wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. But as he came to his feet, the thin bit of chocolate left collapsed and he fell deeper into the puddle, now almost in the interior of the chocolate itself.

He wasn't going to be moving unless he tried like hell. Phoebe wasn't touching the chocolates yet, but she would soon. Maybe this works like quicksand..., he thought to himself.

Sitting still to float to the top didn't work, he actually felt like he was sinking further. After a minute of that bullshit he was finally set into actual action when Phoebe's hand came over the chocolate.

Her slender fingers, tanned caramel, wriggled around as she was picking which one to take first. At one moment they came so close that he could see his reflection off her pink enameled fingernails but finally they moved away and he was safe again. The box creaked slightly as she pulled one chocolate out from behind him and took it to her mouth. She didn't take a bite of it just yet.

For a moment he had been entranced, but as she came to a pause he realized the urgency of his situation. Staying still wasn't going to work, his best bet was moving to the nearest solid chocolate and pulling himself out. The longer he stayed in one place, the more that the chocolate near him would melt from his body heat.

The candy had seemed to partially envelop his feet, but he was able to free himself of it after losing a shoe in the struggle. There was no way to swim through the mess, he simply hobbled along the candy until he reached the edge and then started to pull himself up. The chocolate was still melting between his fingertips as he tightened his grip on it, constantly collapsing under him and moving the ledge further and further away. He had to focus.

When he finally managed to get enough of a hold to pull himself out quickly enough, Phoebe finally took the piece to her mouth and bit into it. A string of liquid chocolate spread out from it as she pulled it away from her face. It lightly drizzled down her brown lips, her tongue came from her mouth to lick it off and then she pushed the rest of the chocolate into her mouth, licking the melted bits off of her finger tips.

But none of that mattered to him, he was already running along the top of the chocolate to get out of the box. It was already hard to run with one shoe, but the chocolate covering him left him stumbling about until he finally came to the small gap between chocolate and wall, small enough to jump. Landing on the wall, he slid slightly and flew off the wall into the piece south of him. He was getting closer to the edge of the box.

It would be smartest to run along the walls, but the prospect of jumping again and sliding back into the other piece didn't interest him. Running enough would eventually pull the chocolate from at least his feet so he could jump better. Coming to a stand still, he pulled off his shoe and started to run again.

Phoebe swallowed and returned to the box of chocolates. Above him he tried to listen in on her conversation with Ariana. Phoebe sounded like she was telling Ariana about their fight this morning. What the fuck?, he thought. Why would you talk about that shit in a public place?

The listening had slowed down his progress. He was only a fourth of the way across the current piece when Phoebe's hand flew by again, moving erratically to select the next piece. As her hand flew closely to his piece, he fell to the ground from the air displaced by her movement. Watching her hand soar over him felt almost like slow motion, like watching a plane fly directly overhead. The sound of her hand moving was almost as loud.

She didn't pick his piece, she picked the one directly next to him. Her fingers pushing the plastic wall around to grab at it left the entire floor shaking so strongly that he had to have tripped five or six times just standing up. Good thing all of this shaking seemed to be doing a good job of getting the chocolate off of him.

Another piece into her mouth, this time in a single bite. Now he was running directly toward her, at the bottom edge of the box. He was able to watch as she slowly chewed and then brought the piece down into her mouth, the lump running down the length of her neck. Ariana was probably thinking that he was going to be a part of one of these pieces, didn't she?

He cleared another piece and Phoebe selected another as well, this time the center piece that Otto had been on. If Ariana had thought that Otto was still asleep, then she would have been thinking that he was finally done for. Or maybe she knew he was moving, or even worse, she might be watching him right now. He couldn't tell how small he was, it had to have been barely bigger than a grain of sand, or maybe about the same size.

The lack of chocolate on his feet meant he could come onto the wall and run along it more safely. It seemed like he didn't have to worry about getting eaten anymore.

That relief didn't last long. As the pieces narrowed down, the range of Phoebe's hand became smaller and smaller. Eventually it seemed like her hand was above him at all times. Wasn't she supposed to be eating them so he could see her doing it? And why didn't she get up and look for him either? Whatever, he thought.

All of this thinking left him distracted enough to not even try to dodge Phoebe's hand as it flew over him again, sending him rocketing into a crevice between a piece of chocolate and the wall. He slid down further and further until the two met and he was wedged tightly enough to not even be able to move.

"Jesus fucking christ!," he yelled up to the sky. The most he could move were his hands. He was thinking that he could dig into the chocolate and climb back up, but the more he moved the more he realized that he was wedged between the piece and wall even more tightly than he could imagine.

Phoebe's hand occasionally shadowed the light above him, like an eclipse. Staying stationary like this left him unable to avoid melting the chocolate around him, and soon he was completely stuck and nearly submerged in chocolate. He felt the wall of candy past the chocolate, something also liquid, but more solid. Caramel?

Pulling away and out wasn't working, even though the melting of the chocolate had given him more breathing space. As his face began to lower further and further into the chocolate he started to shout out Phoebe and Ariana's names and flail around desperately. All of the prayer ended up saving him.

His piece was finally lifted from the box. Again he was subjected to the motion sickness of a giant person pulling you around. When he was totally still again he wasn't in the right direction to see Phoebe, but he could feel her breathing around him, coating him in a deep scent of candy.

Whenever he felt he had just made amends with God and was ready to die, Phoebe took a bite. The first bite wasn't enough to reach him completely, but it was so close that he could feel one of her teeth through the chocolate, mixing the saliva with the melted mess around him enough to save his life.

The melted chocolate had been freed of the solid walls around it and began to slide off of the piece. It came down in a drop and then completely disconnected, falling all the way down to the table. The impact was incredible, but it seemed like the chocolate around Otto kept him safe enough to not completely die, at least not any more than he felt like he already had.

He could finally watch as Phoebe shoved the rest of the piece into her mouth. It seemed like he was saved. The chocolate gave away around him as he stood to his feet again. When he turned he could see the grinning mug of Ariana. What a bitch...

Just as he started to emerge from the chocolate, his escape was ruined. "Whoops," Phoebe said, as she ran her finger along the table to collect the drop of chocolate onto her finger, bringing him along with it. The warmth of her finger behind his back was almost like a wake up call of sorts. Above him Phoebe's face grew closer and closer.

Her finger raised him higher, past her midriff to her breasts, then he was shadowed by the locks of Phoebe's hair, dyed pink and slightly frizzled. When he reached her lips he stared in horror as her tongue slithered out between her two lips. The mixture of chocolate and saliva coated it, some of it slowly running down along the length of her tongue as if it would drip off, but Phoebe was fast enough. She pressed her finger onto her tongue and quickly licked the small drop of chocolate off and brought it into her mouth.

Otto had been run along the wet muscle under him so that he could feel the bumps along it and then he was stuck and pulled back into darkness. Phoebe ran her tongue along her hard palette, collecting the remainder of the chocolate into her mouth toward the center where he was completely submerged and surrounded by the wet warmth until he was pressed higher and higher. The chocolate all moved back onto her soft palette until it was totally collected and pooled at the entrance to her esophagus.

With a resounding gulp, everything drained deeper as Phoebe's epiglottis pulled away. Otto was sucked into the tube of her throat until he was once again totally stationary and tightly contained.

The esophagus ensured the transfer of Phoebe's chocolate through peristalsis, pulling Otto deeper and deeper down. He pushed all around him, holding his breath to keep the disgusting shit all around him out of his mouth and especially his lungs. Eventually the fleshy walls opened up further and further, and then he was pushed against a hard valve that suddenly retracted and emptied everything into the sack of Phoebe's stomach.

Otto screamed as he fell onto one of the walls and then slid down further and further into the deepest section of the stomach. As he came off of the wall he was sent flying through the air, and then he made impact with the liquid of Phoebe's stomach; some mixture of bile, water and all of the melted and masticated chocolate that she had been eating.

The mixture was even worse than the melted chocolate he had been stuck in earlier, now it was like a thick stew that enveloped him and pulled him deeper and deeper in with no possibility of swimming to the surface. He wasn't fast enough to close his eyes and he felt the incredible sensation of them burning. To scream he opened his mouth but that only let in more of the liquid. Inhaling sent him into a frenzy, until he finally sunk to the bottom of the pit.

He struggled to escape the liquid in any way, until he finally pulled apart the wall and slid into a wrinkle. Immediately he was able to vomit into the fleshy cave and then scream for the moment before even the cave collapsed and his mouth was full of the slick muscle and he totally fell silent.

Above him he listened to the sound of more and more chocolate splashing into the stomach, sinking down until it layered over the walls and he was unable to escape under its weight. He finally begged for his life to God and tried to rebuke every time that he had hit Phoebe or screamed at her, but nothing came to him.

The walls undulated around him and contorted his body until he felt like he was about to snap. With no air, soon his inhalations only brought mucus from the membrane around him and he was unable to even move as all consciousness escaped him. Before he completely expired he felt tears pooling around his face as he thought to himself how sorry he was, and how he would act if he could do everything all over again.

Finally, underneath the blorps of the stomach's movement and the pulsating heart beat above him, there was one massive bubbling and then the walls broke him completely, totally ending his life. Slowly, bits of stomach acid slipped into his cave until he was totally submerged, then broken down into a soup like the rest of what Phoebe had eaten that day.

When everything was one homogeneous stew, it all drained into her intestines where everything was absorbed, including the fraction of a calorie that Otto provided.

Above all of this, Phoebe lightly burped and took a drink of her water to wash down the taste of chocolate in her mouth. "Wow... maybe I got carried away eating all of this. We need to look for Otto already."

Ariana lightly frowned, faking concern for her friend. "You're right, let's get some help and check out the bathroom. I hope he's okay."

[Juliet]

Collection

Thom and Lana aren't fond of each other, and Lana just so happens to have the ability to shrink people.

(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, minor scat elements)
Written Apr. 26, 2017
2530 words

The room was spinning. Second by second Thom dwindled in size. The entire room was fading in and out as he was brought closer to the floor. Above him was Lana's towering figure. Her shadow slowly crept over him while he shrunk, almost like she was an enormous statue. First he passed by her sweater, and lower was her black skirt, then her stockings and finally he came to her shoes, two white Chucks with her shoelace wrapped around the ankle.

When he finally came to a stop he had to have been as small as a carpenter ant. Lana still stood in front of him, with a visible smile creeping across her face. "I'm glad that went well."

Lana was, essentially, Thom's worst enemy. Their hatred for each other didn't stem from any one event in particular but their personalities clashed pretty extremely. It looked like when their relationship came to the point of Thom personally spiting her at every given opportunity, and Lana herself spreading bullshit rumors about Thom, it had finally come to her to take the situation in her own enormous hands. She knelt down and they both came, like two huge caramel walls coming to crush Thom. At his size, it was impossible for him to outrun them or escape. That didn't stop him from trying.

He ran directly toward Lana, like a roach, but as he came under her skirt she finally boxed him in with her hands. Now he stood in the center of a structure of flesh circled around him, a colosseum. Lana moved and put her knees down on the concrete ground and peeked down at Thom.

"I bet you didn't expect that, huh?" she said, pausing at the end of her sentence expecting a response. When she saw Thom shouting up to her and realized she couldn't even hear his shouting, she giggled like a kid. "Shit, I can't even hear you. I think I have to pull you in closer."

At Thom's size there was no way that Lana could grab him between two fingers. She licked the pad of her pointer finger then pressed it against Thom, sticking him to her like an adhesive. Spit flooded into Thom's mouth, he was totally unable to move away. His stomach bottomed out and he screamed for help whenever she started to lift him toward her ear.

Brown and blonde hair framed it. She stopped moving her hand and held him as closely to the ear as possible. From his size it was like a huge, disgusting cave. The interior was too dark for him to make out anything inside of it. That was probably for the best.

"Alright, you can say something now."

Thom started to shout to her. "You fucking bitch, what did you do to me!?" He didn't receive any reply.

"I'm waiting, talk, go ahead. Come on." No matter how loudly he shouted to her she wasn't able to hear him. "Oh wow Thom, you're just so small that I don't think I could ever hear you at all. What a shame, huh?" Something told Thom that she already knew he wouldn't be heard in the first place. She was just fucking with him.

Next she brought her hand around to her face. Thom couldn't see her well because he was plastered to her finger face first and looking over his shoulder wasn't the best method of looking. From what he could make out he saw the right side of her face (from his perspective, from hers it would obviously be her left), the swoop of mascara coming from her brown eye and in general he was close enough to make out the detail of her makeup all around her face. Her two lips, glossed with brown lipstick, shone in the sunlight a little bit. By far it was the most intimidating sight.

Her eyes focused in on him, pretty obviously straining just to look at him because of his size. When she spoke her stale breath washed over him, "I think we should get going to my place. Is that cool with you?" It wasn't cool with Thom at all, but what could he do? "Don't say anything if that's cool." He said something, but she still couldn't hear him. "Great! I'll take your silence as a yes."

By the time that they'd gotten to her car the spit holding Thom to her finger was starting to dry. Lana was smart, though, when they got in she noticed that he didn't seem to be sticking so well anymore. Just before he came totally undone she wiped her finger along the dashboard carefully, scraping Thom off in a fantastically brutal fashion. When he was free he couldn't even move anymore.

Lana didn't say a single word as they drove home, at least not to Thom. After a few minutes she plugged her iPhone into the radio and spent most of the ride singing along to the music. They pulled into her driveway, Lana was singing, "White Iverson... when I started ballin' I was young..."

A sort of alarm started when she opened the car door, one repeating beep over and over and over. The speaker it came from seemed to be close to him, all of the vibration had driven him pretty mad. After Lana did her weird spit finger thing again to take him he was freed of all of that shit. Now they were outside again.

It seemed like all of the 'carefulness' Lana had exercised to grab Thom and put him in the car was forgotten. She gently swung her arms around like any normal person with her steps. All around Thom the wind rushed and blew at him. Keeping himself together was getting to be an impossibility, or close to it. He was given reprieve when she stepped into her house.

"Mom, I'm home!" she shouted. As she started to walk up the stairs to her bedroom her mom replied.

"Hey! What took you so long?" Lana stopped her ascent. Leaning over the wall lining the staircase she shouted back.

"I was hanging out with a friend, we just got tea. Is that okay?" Her mom just laughed in response and Lana continued upstairs.

None of this conversation was in English, it was actually in Lana's native language. So for all Thom knew she was talking about him, and that's exactly what he assumed. So even her mom was a crazy bitch, huh?

Weirdly enough there was a teddy bear on Lana's bed, laying against a pretty throw pillow with a big red heart stitched into it. The walls were painted different colors, one for each wall. Yellow, pink, green and baby blue. Lana laid put her phone on its charger, holding her finger with Thom away from it, then she took a seat on her bed.

Again she brought Thom to her face, "I got you alone now, you dickhead. Got anything to say?" Thom did, actually, but as established she couldn't hear him. "It's funny how quiet you are now considering you can't stop shit talking me everywhere else. Didn't think it would catch up to you, huh?"

She snorted. A grin brought the left edge of her mouth upward. "I guess we should get this all over with. I'm gonna make this as fun for me as possible."
Thom tried to yell at Lana and call her a cunt. She squinted then smiled even brighter. She stated plainly, "I'm gonna eat you."

What a fucking joke. It was Thom's top priority to get himself off this finger and get the hell out of dodge. The saliva encrusting him was starting to dry again and he was able to start peeling himself off. Obviously that made him fall off and start soaring through the air like a bird... down into the palm of Lana's other hand.

Again with the snorting. Lana repeated, "I'm gonna eat you," this time with emphasis on the eat. "You're fucking dead, dude."

Thom scrambled to his feet and ran to edge of her palm against the pain all in his body. The palm curved into a bowl and he slid down into the center and got wedged in the crevice between the folds of the skin of her palm. Lana gave Thom a dry, sarcastic smile then brought him to her mouth.

Two gigantic brown lips coated in wax, her lips parted and revealed the interior of her mouth. Heat came from her breathing, washing over Thom. She stuck her tongue out and pressed it against Thom.

The spit kept him glued to the tongue. His head pressed against one of her taste buds. Unable to pry himself away, he quickly started to drown. Everything receded around him as Lana slithered her tongue back into her mouth, totally consuming Thom into the humidity. She still held her mouth open. When the tongue came to a rest he could still barely see the outside world. Her teeth gleamed in the incandescent light of her room.

With no warning, Lana closed her mouth and pressed Thom into her hard palate. The muscle enveloped him, rubbing all over him and shifting, pulsing. Gravity pulled him down, down, down toward the back of her throat. When he got close her tonsils around him convulsed and a blast of air sent him flying back to the front of her mouth, landing right between her tongue and bottom incisors. All of the pink around him was too slippery for him to grab onto anything.

At this point Thom was screaming hysterically. He was completely powerless against Lana, he truly was fucking dead. Still he squirmed around, desperately grasping at anything around him to get a grip. The waves of spit pushed him to and fro throughout her mouth, all the way underneath her tongue. She must have felt him, because she pushed her tongue downward and squeezed to the side of her mouth then prodded at him, trying to pull him back up onto its surface. Bright light flooded back into the mouth. There was a blast of cold air, and then all of the warmth returned as Lana began to speak, announcing, "Oh God, Thom, you taste amazing!" Her laughter and talking had her tongue flying wildly about. Thom was finally sliding to the back of her throat again.

As he started to complete the descent the walls convulsed again. With the last of the light in her mouth he could see her epiglottis open. Last words came from her, "Make sure to struggle really hard for your favoritest girl in the world..." At the entrance to her esophagus he screamed as loudly as he could. Coming to a rest along the valve closing it off, all at once it opened under him for just a second. Saliva crashed around, flooding down along with him, and with one loud gluck there was darkness.

Slimy walls pressed and squeezed Thom, peristalsis pulling him toward his eventual destination. With horror he thought of her stomach and the fact that he was going to die in it. Inevitably the fall came, one long drop down into her stomach until... plop.

Bile and chyme gently drifted about, dragging Thom's nearly unconscious body about. He couldn't see it, but the walls of the stomach were slowly moving around, tightening. Whenever he finally managed to sink down to the bottom of the pool, weighed down by chunks of vomit stuck to his body, the stomach started to beat everything in it.

It was all a big mess of organic sounds, squelches and squirts each time he was pulled into a crevice along the wall then ejected out back into the soup of her stomach. Even with his eyes closed he felt them burning out, like they were melting. Everything was on fire and nothing made sense. There was no fighting the will of Lana's stomach.

Lana lifted her sweater and patted at her tummy. Smiling, she laid back onto her pillows, grabbed her teddy bear and started giggling. "Oh Thom, this really was great." She slowly drifted into a nap with a big smile across her face, her hand still resting on her tummy.

Eventually the movement in Lana came to a stop. Thom sat in the deathly silence, only surrounded by the pounding of her heartbeat and the sounds of blood rushing throughout her body. The pool he sat in began to drain under him, pulling him deep down into a pocket of the stomach until he rested against another valve. It opened for just a second and then he was sucked into the small intestine.

He was barely awake at this point. Nothing could keep him from moving deeper and deeper down into her bowels, even when he used the small amount of strength he had left to weakly paddle back toward her stomach. He knew what he was being taken to, he wanted to be anywhere but there, even if it meant melting away from her stomach acids.

But there was no mercy. Villi swaddled him like a baby, wrapping around him and trying to suck all of the precious fluids from his body. Occasionally he was able to dip into a pocket and suck in the rancid bits of air he could to stay alive. Part of him still wanted to make it through Lana's innards alive and well, unharmed even if stuck in a fucking toilet bowl. The drifting continued, moment by moment he was drained of fluid and brought to the one place he feared he would end up.

Another valve and his dry husk emptied out into her colon. Now totally devoid of any air except for the rancid gasses, he went unconscious within moments. His final thoughts were of the horror he felt for where he was and of his inevitable fate in Lana's colon. He couldn't stop crying. One final shout of anguish and then he was done for.

As Lana slept above, the large intestine dragged Thom into the mess that was building up in its depths. When his curled cadaver settled against the massive wall of human waste it was quickly buried in all of the waste behind him. Over the course of Lana's nap more and more shit pressed him until he was no more. The pressure alone pressed him into a smear, a mess of broken bones that simply popped and mixed in deeply with her shit as it slithered further toward her rectum.

It only took a few hours until any features or aspects of him were unrecognizable, everything from his body had been spread out into different places so that he was blended in with all of the waste. The small remnants of his corpse crept further and further along until it was all packed against the end of her rectum, one long, solid mass.

Snoring gently, the grand finale came as Lana let out a gentle toot, even the gas mixed with bits of Thom. After the eighteen years of his life, he finally had come to his end as the gas from the rear of the woman he hated the most.

[eatmeup]

Thanks for posting these. I enjoyed the descriptive sequence in "Collection," regarding the psychological reactions of the prey and the physical details of the digestion. Some writers that try to make digestion explicit don't really develop the scene very thoroughly. I quite enjoyed the realism of it, and the phrasing that builds anticipation, such as 'deathly silence.' It was quite erotic and descriptive in the right places.

[Straxacore]

Amazing stories. I really hope to see more ^_^

[Juliet]

Thanks for posting these. I enjoyed the descriptive sequence in "Collection," regarding the psychological reactions of the prey and the physical details of the digestion. Some writers that try to make digestion explicit don't really develop the scene very thoroughly. I quite enjoyed the realism of it, and the phrasing that builds anticipation, such as 'deathly silence.' It was quite erotic and descriptive in the right places.

Thanks. I take great inspiration from Zombie Slave and supernova, but the goal is to beat them at their own game.

Amazing stories. I really hope to see more ^_^

You will. Sometimes I'm slow to write but it always happens eventually.

[Juliet]

This is the first vore story I ever wrote. The style is drastically different from my recent writing and the English is much, much poorer (English is not my native language.) Don't expect anything masterful or very erotic from this one, I guess it's more to showcase how much I've grown. Enjoy...?

Window

A man finds himself unable to escape a girl's stomach.

(F/m, soft vore, entrapment, mouth play, vomit, odor, unaware pred)
TW: Bulimia
Written Sept. 9, 2015
3460 words

I've found myself in the overt and rank darkness of a stomach. A moistened, tight pit dimpled by deep crevasses filled with bile and mucus. The walls are throbbing, shifting under my body and bringing me deeper into the chasm. Around me is little to no air, only the choking fumes that are produced by food that's broken down and eventually digested here. With no light to guide me I use my hands to grasp at the flesh I'm on and get an idea of what my standing is, here, in this stomach. As I'm blindly flailing around, examining the ground with my hands, I feel the entirety of my body being caked with the slime all over the place, between my fingers and toes. I decide that there's no way that I'm going to figure out what to do, especially not with the entrance to this place, her lower esophageal sphincter, likely twitching far about me and completely out of reach. I hear the sounds of her interior all around me, the groaning sound of the stomach shifting about especially, peppered with the occasional blub or blop, what I'm guessing is chemicals oozing nearby. The stench of my surrounding environment is sour, a smell that intrudes upon my nostrils and bites at the inside of my lungs causing me actual physical pain to inhale the gastric odors. It's musky, difficult to even move through as it feels like my limbs are being groped or enveloped in the thickened gasses, forcing me back down to the ground, or what I think is the ground. It's only three of four seconds until where I was has now traveled far away to the beat of each movement of her stomach, working fast to determine its own contents.

From above there are occasional drops of saliva and mucus, the sphincter opening and releasing enough to cause an audible dripping noise far away from me, where it falls is only decided by this girl's position. Squinting my eyes, I listen as closely as possible in order to find where the next drop falls, so I can have an idea of where the sphincter may be far above me. Completely focused, I ignore the moans of the moving stomach, and let the stomach move me as much as it pleases. I close my eyes and listen. Almost immediately afterward, I hear the sound of her sphincter contorting and then opening, blowing its load into the stomach and then unexpectedly, onto myself. What's got to be a mixture of the usual -- saliva and mucus -- is now more than on my body, it's in my mouth and lungs as well. Spitting at first, I scream in discontent until more quickly than I'm used to I can hear the sphincter opening once again. I roll to the left to avoid the force of whatever this girl's swallowed but, like a fool, I'm pulled into a crevasse. Feeling the new texture beneath me, and then noticing the spit that's pooling around me, I'm unable to react before the fold consumes me with a resounding slurp, and without my consent my sense of direction is taken from me. Replacing it is the tight embrace of soft, slimy walls that probe at my body gently, massaging me, flipping me in all four cardinal directions and further. Attempting to gasp in air, instead my lungs are filled with the thick bile that I'd completely forgotten about, and so I begin to panic. With all of my energy, I punch at the walls closest to me, as the chamber is so small that it can only take so long to escape. Finally, feeling at a fault, I hurriedly push myself through and tumble out, down into a massive pool of liquid, hacking my lungs out all the way. Thick globs of bile come from my mouth, the taste absolutely rancid, until I've finally begun vomiting out not just my mouth but also my nose, burning my throat and interior of my mouth, the vomit seeping down into another crevasse, possibly the one I'd just came from.

When I finally come to, I notice something disconcerting. No longer am I in an empty albeit wet pit, instead there's a rather generous amount of a liquid that I'm sitting in. At first I stand and back away as quickly as I can, but as I splash around shouting in fear I notice that, instead of digestive fluid, the liquid is water, lukewarm water in fact. I look up again, although I still can only see the pitch darkness, I figure that this must be where the things deposited here by the sphincter have been collecting. Other than this small observation, I'm disappointed at there being nothing particularly interesting that's happening. I try to stand up, but the floor is still violently moving around me and I fall right back down. It's only now that I'm starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of any real or significant amounts of oxygen in this cavern. Scared that I may faint and never wake up, I crawl or more like roll to the closest thing that feels like a real wall and clutch at it, pushing my fingers deep into the fleshy walls that give out disappointingly easy, and instead of receiving a fistful of stomach lining I only fill my hands with more of the stringy, congealed mucus that's covering the walls. Having been still for too long, the 'wall' becomes a floor, and eventually it develops into a slope under my dumbfounded ass and I roll right into the lake of now rather hot water, back at square one. I sit still and breathe lightly. I figure, if this situation is going to actually develop into something life-threatening, then I'm going to have to take careful steps to determine the best course of action, and make sure I conserve my energy and especially the oxygen. Every time the girl decides to swallow something of decent size, I know that with that comes a tiny bit of good air that she's swallowed, even if the stint in her esophagus has made it uncomfortably warm.

Before I start actually putting my brain into good use to figure out what I'm going to do here there's the sound of the sphincter somewhere above me opening, a very organic sound, and instead of a shower of water I hear what's got to be actual, physical food dropping down upon me. I back away from my stomach-based hot tub and try to stay grounded on a shallow slope a bit further back. I can't see what the girl's eating, but I can definitely smell the floury scent. It's the best course of action to stay where I am, I decide, and instead possibly wait until there's a real murder of food in here and use it as a serious hill to touch or stimulate the sphincter. Of course, I don't completely know what doing that would cause, but I figure the higher up I am the lesser chance I have of actually making actual deadly contact with any digestive chemicals and enzymes that are going to be secreting around me in just a matter of minutes, I'm guessing. At this point I think it's been thirty seconds since the first impact, so the second impact of whatever this girl's eating will be here any moment now. Although there's no true silence, the ambiance of the stomach's slurping is more than tense enough to make this a very polarizing experience. Listening with 100% of my ears I hear the powerful sound of her esophagus bringing down her meal, and then finally there's the regular noise of it pushing it all down in here as a macerated mess. There's very distinct noises of slapping and splashing down at the bottom of the stomach, and now again I'm left waiting.

In even less time than before there's more food crashing down into this pit, and eventually I can tell this girl's eating fast enough to provide a near constant flow of sludge down here. The smell has gone from reasonable to sweet, sour, bitter as well as very very strong in a short amount of time. Attempting to nudge slightly closer to get a better idea of what I could be dealing with, suddenly there's a very powerful shift under me and I'm sent tumbling down near the viscous food that I've been very much not wanting to copulate with. The moment that I make contact I'm pulled within, deep within this gigantic mess. The sounds of groaning are replaced with slushing and the slapping of each time a large chunk of food is dropped onto the pile. I squirm and twitch, trying to worm my way out of this place, but the liquids are much too thick for me to exit. After bringing myself to near exhaustion and actually feeling the pain of my lungs begging for oxygen, I try to sort of swim up to the top of the slop, until I've very barely brought my head into the open. My arms are still stuck below the surface, so I'm not able to wipe off my face so I just blow and sometimes lick it off so I can clear up my nose and inhale. The taste of this is absolutely obscene, not because it's actually bad but because I know what I'm swimming in. It tastes strongly of a like sandwich, probably, or something else with bread and meat in it, but alongside that there's a synthetic, kind of cheesy taste that I can't get past. Finally able to just breathe, I now open my eyes and try to move out of the mess.

As I slowly find my way to the left, I can definitely tell the girl's ate a lot more, as I'm swimming a long way. Occasionally I can feel actual bits of solid food, but this is maybe unnaturally rare, instead it is almost entirely a dissolved and nonhomogenous mess. Finally, when I think that I've gotten past all this swimming, instead of being released into the sort of cleaner sections of the stomach, I only hit a wall. Absolutely surprised and taken aback for a moment, I finally pull my head out of my ass and realize this girl's eating a lot, more than I would expect from when I had seen her petite figure. I look up and try to figure out if I can see any sort of roof, but of course I can't actually find out anything at all, and in return my eyes are coated with more chewed up food, burning them pretty intensely. Really, the only way that I can avoid being pressed into the top of this girl's stomach and smothered is if I get back near the center, where I'll be furthest away from the ceiling. Unfortunately, I can't actually figure out which way I'd come from, so I just pick a direction and move. It's like two meters and I meet another wall, so I turn another way, swim, and again I've hit a wall. I shout in frustration, and unsurprisingly my gills are quickly filled with goo. Finally I just kind of relax and start drifting around until I genuinely find out what the origin of the sound that's being produced by food falling into the stomach is coming from and I move over there.

Being a fool, I forget to actually stop before I reach the real center and now there's the ooze being deposited right on top of my head, pushing me way deep into the stomach. Again I'm totally unable to breathe, but this time when I swim back up to get just the tiniest bit of air and find my bearing to get back to the plan, I find a wall. Or not actually a wall, it's the ceiling, unless the girl's laying down but, really, why would she be laying down while she's still eating? I can hear her stomach now expanding to take in all this food and I'm in fear of if I'll drown before this girl stops. When I truly think I'm done for, like about to kick the bucket or throw in the towel, there's no more sound of the food flowing in. Instead it's just the disgusting noises of food being shifted, kind of turned around and mixed up further, and sometimes a rather loud groan of discontent from the stomach's capacity being totally violated. Brushing my hand against the ceiling, I try my hardest to find the sphincter before it's completely too late, and soon enough I don't feel just average stomach lining, but instead I'm touching a rough pucker, which is really either the bottom or the top of the stomach, but the idea of it being the bottom is too much for me to take in right now. The stomach is definitely full because there's not even the smallest pocket of air for me to take refuge in. Abandoning this ridiculous plan altogether, I go on a mad frenzy trying to find a crevasse, similarly to earlier. Approaching a wall and getting near a crevasse, I don't actually get that far before something's begun to happen.

What's around me is pulled backward, toward the sphincter, myself included. I am sucked incredibly far back until I slam against the absolute top of this stomach and the convulsing sphincter momentarily opens, allowing myself and a rather minute amount of liquid, an amount that's totally surrounding me, to exit. Peristalsis works in overdrive and I realize that wow, that really was the bottom of the stomach. I'm rubbed about again, similarly to my stint in the esophagus, and pulled further down into the great big pit that this girl has tucked within her. Without any air, I finally decide to just faint instead of allow myself to just peter out like the rest of the contents of the girl's stomach, and just go to sleep indefinitely. As I close my eyes, and let myself go, the darkness I've been seeing constantly is replaced by a powerful light, an almost blinding one in fact. In only a fraction of a second I'm sent out the top of the girl's esophagus pushed out very strongly, until I'm freefalling and I land right against the incredibly yellowed and abnormally concave teeth of this girl, and instead of being able to get out I'm just slipping around because of how broken down these teeth are. Before I can actually think or peer down between the girl's teeth to see where I might be going, her massive pink tongue slams into me, taking me up and then flicking me right out into the air, straight into the depths of a toilet bowl.

When I hit the water, I damn near go unconscious. I float on my back, disgusted with what's happened, my vision fading out slowly, until I look up to see exactly what the hell is happening, and I see a sight that utterly disturbs me. The girl, sans shirt, stands 1.72 meters tall, her head tilted very slightly up, with three fingers down her throat. Far from me are the walls of the toilet, covered in very small chunks of food that this girl is forcing up. After thinking about what's going on for a moment, the girl makes a gulping sound and pulls her three fingers from her mouth rather quickly, bending over and emptying more vomit into the toilet. Fortunately, I remain off near the edges of the bowl, avoiding extreme contact with the vomit, but the violent waves send me further to the center, where I'm finally caught in a pretty thick and large chunk of vomit, and I'm completely stuck. I look back up at the girl, again with her fingers down her throat, and after listening I can hear the sound of her tap running, and the bathroom's fan blasting very, very loudly. As she again gags, pulls her fingers out, and as she keels over I see for just a small second her puffy, red eyes, and her tacky blue hair framing her face, actually hanging down to the edges of the bowl, and then again a massive amount of watery, foul smelling vomit is spilled onto me. The waves around me, much more violent, are not nearly enough to stir the bit of food I'm trapped onto, and eventually the small floating bits of vomit stick to it, only adding more onto its weight.

I spit and blink a lot, my eyes still not used to all of this light, but soon enough more vomit empties onto me. The water of the bowl has become a dark, very brownish yellow. Now the walls of the toilet are rather generously speckled with what was previously the contents of this girl's stomach, and looking up I can see that her tummy has bits of vomit on it too. Removing her hands from her mouth, she bends over and vomits into the bowl, now having liquid blasting from her nose as well, down past her lips and into her mouth, then directly onto me again. The largest serving yet, I suddenly recoil in pain and feel that she's gagging up gastric acid along with her food, and it's started eating at my flesh with extreme vigor. I try to pull away and swim to a corner that looks more pleasant and clearer, but when I think I'm almost free the girl vomits onto me again, huge chunks of food dropping right onto my head and a whole lot of it into my mouth, where I don't really feel the effort to do anything but just swallow the food and struggle harder. My skin's now a very mild shade of crimson, enough to worry me, and I'm itching all over, and scratching provides no relief. Still squirming, more vomits falls onto me from above, and the water splashing up all into my face and my eyes, burning them intensely and when I try to wipe them, I only manage to rub it all in and now I'm nearly blind; not like pitch black blind, but instead the previously distinct shapes have all become a blur to me, a big yellow blur, and the girl vomits right on top of me again, trying to empty her stomach desperately.

It's got to be thirty minutes I sit here, the tap still running very loudly and the fan blasting, and the only observations I'm able to make are the changing smells of the murky toilet bowl, as well as the top of the water now being covered in a layer of viscous fat that stinks to high heavens. I can't tell what's actually happening, but every now and then a crumpled sheet of toilet paper drops down and hits the area I'm in, but never close enough to dislodge me. I've ceased squirming long ago, not feeling the motivation to attempt to escape this place so long as I am blind and probably losing a lot of my motor functions, what with what seems like my nerve endings having been burnt out like a light bulb. I blink, the thick layer of bile being removed from my eyes, and lean back onto the slime that's imprisoned and totally doomed me from the moment I got near it. Still I can hear the constant sound of gagging and retching, then vomiting into the bowl where I'm given, fed essentially, a serving of partially digested food from this girl's eating binge, which has now become a purge.

After an unnatural moment of silence, there's squeaking noises and then more toilet paper, a lot actually, is thrown into the bowl. It drifts close enough to me when suddenly a real wave coming from another bit being thrown in slams right into me and dislodges me from my prison. Instead of swimming to an edge, I'm completely unable to actually move at all, and instead I sink like a rock, pulled deep down into the depths of this unflushed toilet bowl, where the largest chunks of food have gathered now all around the entrance to the pipe. I settle down on top of them, not breathing or trying to move at all, and then above me all of the light, at least the little bit unobscured by the thick layer of vomit atop the water, is finally shut out by another bit of toilet paper, likely being used to clean the interior and exterior of, even the floor surrounding, the toilet bowl. After another moment of silence, there's an ungodly loud crashing and screaming noise of the toilet actually being flushed, and all of the suction pulls me real deep into the piping.

[EdibleLaura]

Great stories!

[Juliet]

I had the energy to write something new tonight. Maybe my motivation will last for a few more stories, or maybe this will be the last for a while. Who could know?

Yah Yah

K. has to be initiated into the crew before Melina will give her the time of day. It's far more than she bargained for.

(FFFFFF/f, soft vore, mouth play, insertion, breast play, optional scat ending)
Written Apr. 27, 2017
2638 words

It was half past six. They drove down the street to Melina's apartment, where K. was gonna meet her girls. Her 'crew,' that's what Melina called them. It seemed pretty corny to K., but that was beside the point. She stared out the passenger window at the passing street lights, watching the lines in the road curve and bend to the swerving of the car. Melina was way too strung out to be driving this late into the day.

Stars were speckled across the sky by the time that they arrived at Melina's place. Up the stairs and through the door, K. was greeted by the whole crew. The lights were dim, most of the light was provided by candles throughout the house and the moonlight bleeding through the curtains. Melina took K.'s hand and guided her to the center of the loft, where everything was supposed to be going down for the evening.

Initiation was supposed to be some weird challenge to get K. into Melina's crew so they could start being fuck buddies already, as far as K. knew there would be a whole load of drugs involved, only a moment after walking into the apartment half of the girls were snorting soap. K. gladly accepted their offer and slammed a line across the coffee table. The room suddenly became a lot bigger...

At first the initiation seemed to be focused on arbitrary chores or whatever. It didn't even seem like hazing or anything, just her straight up wiping the dust off the girls' nostrils and eating them out one after the other. Being passed around like that wasn't unfamiliar to her, for the most part it was her life. Everyone needs some sort of escape when you're in your twenties raising a kid alone. Some people just get pleasure from different things.

It got real late, all that was left to light up the place were the candles that seemed to be getting dangerously close to burning out. Melina was sipping from a styrofoam cup when she sleazily looked over to K. "Alright, I think it's about time we got started with the initiation."

K. smirked her way. "It hasn't already? What's up next, then?"

Melina set her cup down then crawled on all fours to K. "We need to get to know you better..." K. felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and then a pleasurable chill swarmed across her body. It was like all of her limbs had suddenly fallen asleep. Red flooded over her vision as she slumped back and put her head against the couch behind her. Everything was hazy. When she tried to stand up and get this initiation thing over with already, that's when her stomach turned and then there was puke all across the carpet. Melina didn't seem to mind, "That's normal, come on, sit back down." K.'s vision faded.

Some sort of liquid was all around her when she came to. Floating on her back, she lazily readjusted herself to be right side up, treading water. The liquid was freezing, totally scrotum-tightening. Waves pushed her along until... BAM, she crashed into an enormous ice cube.

Trina stared down into the glass, moving it away from her lips. "Shit, she's awake already, huh? Fish her out of there," Melina said to her. Before she could even recover from the impact a finger pulled her out of the water then threw her onto the coffee table, dejected and wasted in a shallow puddle of Sprite.

"K., are you all there? Hey, look... it's time to start the initiation. You hear me? You've gotta meet the girls, you need to show them what you've got..." Melina snorted then laughed. Lynn, the white girl with her hair pulled back into Kardashian-style braids, laughed with her.

"Can I go first?" she said. Melina was cool with it, and Lynn picked up K.'s inch-tall body and looked over her. Raising her head, K. saw that she was before two enormous, glossy lips. They curved into a smile, slowly parting until a pink serpent, the tongue, lashed out and wrapped around K. She was sucked into the abyss instantly.

First she was thrown against Lynn's front teeth. Panicking, she pushed at the tongue and tried to stand, but the saliva under her just left her bare feet unable to get any traction on anything. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the f—" is all she could get out before she was stunted by the sensation of the tongue squirming between her legs. Oh God...

The wet muscle rubbing across her pussy sent her into convulsions of pleasure. No longer could she shout out for help, instead it was all replaced with her erratic groaning. Every time she managed to worm away from the tongue, it scooped her back up, slammed her against some teeth and went back to licking. There was nothing she could do.

Orgasmic pleasure erupted across her body, sending her into shock as she shouted out as loudly as possible until her mouth was filled with saliva and the flesh around her. As she uncontrollably pissed onto the tongue, finally it ceased. She had felt like she was drifting into unconsciousness when fingers again wrapped around her and pulled her back into the real world. She didn't have very long to catch her breath before the fingers were replaced with another hand under her.

Warmth emanated from the hand, it almost felt safe to K., like a mother's hand on her cheek. It all stopped when she was again tossed onto the coffee table. Regina prodded at her limp body. "She isn't dead, is she?"

K. tried to shout that she wasn't, but she couldn't really get out anything. She was too exhausted, out of breath. Wispy thoughts circled through her head... so this is initiation, huh? Another voice came through, a girl she hadn't memorized the name of yet. "She's fine. Come on, hurry up. I wanna go next." More fingers, more movement.

She was flipped onto her back then pressed down flat onto the table. Before she could push herself back up, more liquid poured over her. Something thick and warm, bubbly against her skin. She was being spat on. More laughter came from some of the girls. "Aw, is she even gonna try fighting back?" That alone made K. not want to try, so she wouldn't let the girls get the best of her. But, hey, wasn't this initiation? She had to get on their good side anyway. She started wildly thrashing.

Most of the girls fell silent. Regina spoke again, "Oh, she's a tryhard. Wow, okay, you can have her Bailey." Oh yeah, that was the other girl's name, huh? Her shrill voice came through the cloudiness distorting her hearing.

"Give her a break, don't be a bitch about it. I'm gonna give her a real good time for being so obedient." Bailey scraped K. off the table into her palm and dropped her onto the carpet. With a thud, she slammed into the thick tan threads. There was silence. K. didn't know what to expect next.

Wind blew past her ears, there was movement above her. Turning around, she could see, barely illuminated by the moonlight, Bailey's enormous pussy hovering over her. She whispered, "Alright, come on now," down to her, then scooped her up and pressed her against it.

It was all like a huge, slick, rubbery mass that was surrounding her. Bailey dragged her across the lips and pushed her face first into her clit. It didn't take long for Bailey to get wet, and, admittedly, K. was feeling more waves of pleasure as well. But she was too exhausted to go through any more fucking. Weakly she pushed back more and attempted to flail against the enormous fingers grasping her. She couldn't even fight back without any energy, all she could do was be rubbed raw and drown in the fluids dripping onto her and Bailey's fingers. It was so warm now...

Eventually Bailey finally ceased. Her muscles along her legs tightened and untightened several times. She let herself roll onto the carpet, dropping K. onto the floor. "Wow Melina, you got a real keeper, huh?" After a moment she started to pull her panties back on, her rolling sending vibrations across the carpet, shaking K. K. moaned in response, tortuously gasping out, "Are we almost done yet?"

None of the girls could hear her. A large, dark skinned foot pushed at her and then wrapped around her with its big and second toe. Leah dragged K. across the carpet and then picked her out from between her toes. K. finally faded away and passed out, but not before she felt Leah's huge red lips press against her bare body, and then the sensation of another tongue pressing against her.

When she came to, she was sliding out of Leah's mouth into her palm. Another girl whose name K. couldn't even manage to think of snatched her away from the hand then clumsily shoved her between her tits. The jolt immediately woke K. the hell back up, and she let out a hoarse shout. The skin yielded to her pushing, but she couldn't stop her sinking into the crevice under her. Before she was totally consumed she heard the nasal laughing of the girl above her.

With the flesh totally surrounding her, K. was soon slicked over with a layer of sweat. She thought to herself, God help me, but nothing came to her. Again she came close to passing out, but more fingers pulled her out from between the breasts then harshly slid her across them to the girl's nipple. It hardened underneath K., slowly becoming more and more of a total fucking rock that kept slamming into her head. Melina whined, "Don't fucking kill her, you dumbass."

"Fine," the girl said, and then K. was tossed back onto the coffee table. "I think it's your turn anyway." K. could barely make out the huge head of Regina, slamming another line from the table. Bailey was totally wigged out at this point, slouching across the couch with her hand down her panties. She was clutching a bag of pills in her other hand.

The moment that Melina grabbed onto K., the last of the candles went out. "Fuck! Bailey, go turn the lights on." Melina tried to make out Bailey but couldn't, all Bailey responded back with were tired moans. "Jesus Christ, you do it Regina." She did.

Light pierced into K.'s half open eyes. In response she squinted and held her arm over her face. Now she could make out all of the weed smoke calmly drifting around the room in lopsided spirals. Melina turned her to face her directly. "Hey, I hope you're still awake. We're almost done."

Now Melina's fist was wrapped around K. She pushed her arms against Melina's fingers, but the grip was way too tight. "Don't fucking fight back, you're being an idiot." K. stopped her movement and then stared up at Melina, gazing deeply into her bloodshot eyes, pupils totally as huge as possible. "I hope you enjoy the initiation..." Air whirred around K. and within moments she hung over Melina's open mouth, and then she was falling, falling, splat.

Slippery taste buds brushed across her as she slid deeper and deeper down into Melina's mouth, flying to her throat. The pink walls of her mouth flew by, and then two huge tonsils, and finally she slammed into the back of the throat. Melina brought her head up normally and heavily gulped, sending the lump of K.'s body down into her gullet, descending down her neck then disappearing behind her breasts.

Fire lashed across K.'s body as the muscles of the esophagus compressed and pushed at her. She tried to claw at the walls, screaming, "Bitch, you bitch! You bitch!" but she couldn't even leave a mark. Without warning the walls disappeared behind her, and then she was in Melina's stomach.

Initiation. What the fuck ever, K. knew she was done for. The moment she splashed into the vomit filling Melina's stomach she wanted to just pass out already. Huge chunks of chewed food came over her, the stinging sensation of alcohol burning at her skin. A stomach wall moved closer to her, until she impacted it and bounced back toward the center of the pool. Blinking her eyes, she tried her hardest to make out anything, especially what was above her, but she couldn't. So she didn't see the waterfall of alcohol spill down into the stomach from the sphincter.

Melina was sipping at a bottle of Cîroc, each gulp forming a lump along her throat, while the actually conscious girls laughed hysterically. Lynn sarcastically cheered, "Go, go, go, go," then passed her spliff to another girl next to her. "God, how the fuck can you even drink that? It's liquid fucking fire, dude..."

70 proof alcohol burns if you're small enough, FYI. K. screamed as she clawed at her eyes, trying to rub the mixture of stomach acid and vodka out of them, but it only made it worse by pushing it all deeper into the sockets. More and more came in periodic bursts, another small splash every few minutes. It stopped when the stomach seemed to start shuddering. The last voice of reason in K.'s head thought in joy that Melina was finally going to puke across the floor like K. had earlier. But there was no such luck.

Melina pulled Bailey's barely conscious body toward her from the couch. Hastily pulling off her top, she laughed quietly to herself. "That dumb bitch, I can't believe I actually ate her." More marijuana smoke wafted to Melina's face. Coughing, she grabbed Bailey real close to her and bit her in the collarbone. "Wake up, sleepy head, the initiation's over." Bailey was totally out of it, no way she would wake up.

By now the stomach was draining itself into the small intestine. Mucus lining the walls coated her body, wrapping her in a sort of bubble of it. She was being strangled. Opening her mouth to pull in any air just caused her to swallow vomit, small chunks of digesting food being inhaled into her lungs. Energy came over her suddenly and she instinctively swam up to find oxygen, but she just made contact with the top of the intestine. Soon her lungs gave out and in terror she opened her eyes and tried to see anything she could climb into. There was nothing.

After dying, her body curled into a ball and was swept through the digestive system, sucked clean of nutrients and turned into a thin husk of a human. Her eyes were still open, permanently locked in the fear she had felt while dying.

Melina wildly fucked Bailey, Regina climbed in to join the fun. All three of them awkwardly jumped each others bones, rubbing their sweaty skin against one another. The sun rose to the loud sound of Melina's orgasm.

- Optional Scat Ending -

The next day Melina tiredly shuffled off of her couch. Pushing Bailey's body off of her, she worked her way to the bathroom and let out a good, long piss. After finishing up the pressure of shit came over her asshole, and a long log smoothly slid out into the yellowed toilet water. All that was left of K. were some fat cells on Melina's ass, only enough to count on one hand. She had already burned the infinitesimally small fraction of a calorie absorbed from her while fucking Bailey.

After farting softly into the toilet, she wiped, scraping small bits of K.'s body off her asshole, then flushed. Everything K. had ever been spiraled down into the drain, spinning, spinning, and then gone.

[Juliet]

Another story, something darker.

Farrah in Chicago

It isn't safe to walk alone at night, Farrah learns the hard way.

(FF/f, soft vore, mouth play, insertion, anal, violent, unwilling prey, r*pe, optional scat ending)
TW: Very in depth depiction of r*pe
Written Apr. 29, 2017
3402 words

Any pretty woman knows that walking out alone at night is serious trouble. And that's exactly what Farrah was thinking as she trodded quietly down the sidewalk, nearly two A.M. in the middle of the city. Street lights illuminated the path before her, casting a long shadow into the road beside her. No cars nearby, basically every establishment nearby completely dead. Typical night stuff. The moaning of crickets was a great way to give her serious heebie-jeebies.

Stupid, she thought to herself, why am I so fucking stupid? Only a few hours ago she had been with the rest of her friends, tirelessly clubbing it up, or whatever, and in general just having a good time. Funny how quickly that changes, huh? Like an idiot she didn't get back to her car in time before it was towed, and now she had to either walk home or somehow catch a ride. Of course, her phone was dead and Uber just wasn't an option.

Oh, it doesn't matter how many times your parents warn you about strangers, you'll fuck up eventually. Passing by one of the few establishments open in her proximity, some sleazy looking night club (and not in the good way), the first car she'd seen in hours slowly came to a halt beside her. That was already pretty sus, but she was desperate. Tinted windows kept her from seeing anything inside, but it didn't matter. The passenger side rolled down after a moment.

It was just some girl. She didn't look weird or anything, in fact she looked pretty nice and inviting. Under the incandescent street lights it wasn't totally possible to make out all of her features, but Farrah got the basics. First of all she sure didn't look drugged the hell up, her green eyes were quite crystal and devoid of any redness. Totally flawless chestnut skin, no bags under the eyes. Everything seemed alright to her. Farrah stood silently, staring at the woman. She didn't know what to expect.

After staring her down for a moment, the woman said, "I'm guessing your car got towed?" Farrah blushed and looked to her feet. Man, how did she guess?

"Yeah, it did. I'm looking for a ride... so, uh..." The woman's face was totally stoic. "Yeah... a ride..." Still no clear response.

They both pretty much sat there awkwardly for a few seconds until the girl finally said, "Ha, yeah, duh, huh? Hop in the back, we'll take you to your place." That was the first time that Farrah realized there was another person in that car. Wow, stupid. What if the other person wasn't nearly as, like, approachable as this lady? Too late now, she guessed.

Hopping in the back she was immediately hit by serious weed smoke. Clouds wafted all throughout the car, making her vision unclear and smoky. She quietly coughed, trying not to look too uncool. For a clubber, she wasn't too well versed with weed. Or any drugs outside of alcohol, really. The driver turned back to her. "Where are we going, then?"

Good news, the driver was another relatively pretty girl. Compared to the first lady, she wasn't all that great. But at the least she was prettier than Farrah herself. Farrah awkwardly replied to her, "Uh, yeah... we're gonna need to get on Ohio. We have to catch 90 to get to my place. Give me your phone, I'll punch it in on Google maps."

The driver squinted at her. "I think I can find my own way. Get on 90? Are you from here? There's a faster way than going down Ohio." Farrah bit her lip. No, she wasn't new here, she was actually raised here. She had lived in the same place her whole life... with her parents. She would think that she knew the fastest way home from the only club she ever even went to these days. She didn't reply fast enough and the driver just blew air out of her nose in discontent. She shifted into drive, hit the gas and went on her way.

Everything still seemed pretty awkward, but the other two girls started to talk with each other. It was weird, they never really acknowledged Farrah for the first few minutes, it was like she wasn't there. She felt transparent, forgotten. Maybe she was just being self-conscious, but this is why she didn't fuck with pretty girls. They're not the nicest bunch to people like Farrah.

Soon enough one of the girls, the first one, tried to hit up Farrah. "You were clubbing, right? I can tell from what you're wearing... you kinda look like a mess," she laughed, "I'm just messing around. What's your name?" Wow, what a bitch, huh? Farrah didn't want to respond, but she was probably going to have to be genial to these girls since they were giving her a ride home and all.

"Farrah. Yours?" You know, it didn't look like they were getting any closer to 90.

"Nesi. She's Sith," she said, gesturing to the driver. "We were out clubbing too. At Cuvee. And you?" Oh geez... clearly Farrah was in deep waters, huh? Since when was Cuvee even letting in non-white people? A frown came to her face. Well...

Whatever, who cares? "I was at Paris." Neither Nesi nor Sith said anything for a few seconds. Eventually she got a response.

"Huh, you don't look like the type. I don't think that's really our type of venue." Sith nodded.

"Yeah, not our venue." She laughed. Paris wasn't even that bad, was it? She paid two-fifty just to get in. Cuvee wasn't even that expensive, the bouncers were just dickheads. Farrah turned to the window and didn't respond. The moon had more personality than these bitches.

Okay, clearly they weren't going toward 90. She was being played. Best case scenario, they were going to dump her in the middle of nowhere. Worst, God, what could be the worst case scenario? Her hand instinctively moved toward the handle. Was she going to open it while the car was moving? Moron.

She just didn't have the heart to speak up. Even if she did say anything, she really couldn't get out of the car if they didn't let her out. And why would they let her out? And also, they were still already in the middle of nowhere anyway. If she got kicked out here it wouldn't be any worse than if they kicked her out in, what, like, Englewood or something. This was the last time she trusted anyone. Any person at all. Ever.

Anyway, Nesi didn't take kindly to the silence. "Aren't you going to say something? We're giving you a ride, you know." Farrah clenched her jaw. Just ignore them, she thought. It can't get any worse than it already has. "Seriously?" Sith was silent. Slowly they pulled over at the curb. "Whatever, we're here anyway. Get out of the fucking car."

No choice. She did just like Nesi asked her to. Sith was the last to get out. She immediately snatched her wrist and started guiding her to the nearest house, the only one with lights left on at this hour. Farrah started pulling away, trying to run. Sith's grip tightened harder and harder, and Farrah kept pulling. When she felt like she was pulling as hard as possible, Sith gave. Her hand slid off Farrah's wrist and Farrah crashed into the floor, feeling one of her high heels snap under her.

Moaning, she tried to stand back up. "What the fuck, what the fuck... get away from me, you cunts!" Nesi had kept walking to the front porch step of the house, and now she stood observing from a distance.

"You're pretty fucking stupid," Sith told her. Before Farrah could even stand fully Sith grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her across the asphalt toward the house. Any time she tried to grab at something on the ground to stop herself, Sith pulled harder, rubbing Farrah's hands raw across the ground. Now she was really scared. Every time she kicked Sith twisted at her ankle until she screamed.

By the time they had gotten to the front door Farrah's clothes were ripped to hell and her back, neck and hands bloodied. Not to mention the injured ankle, since she couldn't really stop herself from kicking over and over. Nesi opened the front door and Sith finally just picked Farrah up already, like she was a baby or something, and carried her into the house slowly. Clearly Sith wasn't all that strong since she wasn't doing too hot holding a whole person in her arms.

When they got inside and the door was closed, Farrah pushed Sith away, causing her to drop her. Farrah crashed into the hard floor underneath her. Oh God, she thought, my butt, oh God my butt. Waves of fire went through her legs. She groaned and got to her feet.

Sith didn't fight back. Instead, Nesi forcibly turned Farrah around and started shoving her forward. There was a cocking sound behind her head. Silence came over Farrah, her blood running cold. Freezing metal rested against her neck, not the feeling of a barrel, but of a sphere. Was it a taser or something? That's the last thing she thought before there was a shock, and then she was out cold.

Piercing wails filled her ears as she came to. It was a horrible squealing, one monotone pitch filling her head. As she sat up it faded from her ears, receding into the back until everything was quiet again. It was all dark, so dark that she couldn't tell the difference between having her eyes opened and closed. The ground under her... was it wood? A table? Didn't take long until she learned the answer; the lights came on above her extremely suddenly. Light pierced and burned at her eyes, she wasn't able to shield herself quickly enough. She jumped in fear, "Oh fuck!"

Before she took her arms away to see her surroundings, something huge impacted her from the side. When she looked she finally saw in complete horror the forms of her two captors, infinitely bigger than they had been before. The whole world was enormous now, even the table under her was several football fields. She had been shrunken, she thought to herself fearfully, this is what they'd been talking about on the news lately. Serial shrinking, it had sounded like a prank before. It was too late now.

What had impacted her was Nesi's hand. Her fingers wrapped around Farrah like serpents, submersing herself in the radiant heat of Nesi's skin. Quickly she was pulled up to Nesi's face and then stared at intently. Nesi smiled wickedly. "Wow, just wow. It actually works, huh? You weren't shitting me." Farrah heard Sith snort behind her.

"Yeah. It did. Let's get on with it, you go first. I don't even know what I wanna do with her yet." Nesi looked over Farrah at Sith, her expression at first blank. After a moment she grinned.

"Alright." Carelessly she tossed Farrah back onto the table. The fall was painful, but at that point Farrah had almost gotten used to it. Without any pause, Nesi started to get undressed, pulling off her dress. First her full, round breasts were exposed, and as she continued Farrah got to see the rest of her too. Only a second had passed of her glaring at Nesi's pussy before it was shoved in her face.

Sith yelled to Nesi, "Hey, wait, make sure you don't kill her before I even get to touch her. Don't go shoving her up there or something." What a let down, huh? Nesi seemed content with that, she said it was cool then took her left hand to her pussy. Farrah was disgusted to know what was about to happen.

Like an animal, Nesi started to masturbate over Farrah's beaten body. Watching her slender fingers run over her clitoris Farrah tried to stand to her feet, but she didn't get the chance. Juices started to lazily accumulate across Nesi's pussy lips. When one finally disconnected and dripped onto the table directly next to Farrah, it was like a transient earthquake. Only more came from there, some only barely missing her. Every time she tried to get to her feet more and more vibration came. Droplets shattered and splashed about the table around her, some growing closer and closer, until finally...

Monumental force slammed Farrah down onto the table. A thick, blazing hot liquid, Nesi's pussy juice, had finally dropped directly onto her. The pain in her body was unspeakable. Bubbles rose to the surface of the droplet as Farrah screamed bloody murder. Through the haziness of the liquid around her all she could hear was the exasperated moans Nesi was letting out. She had to get out before she drowned.

Cold air spilled over Farrah as she thrust forward, jumping out of the droplet. Her slippery skin kept her from getting traction on the table, and she simply slid forward a few feet before she finally came to a stop. Now she was facing Sith. Ominously she laid there on the couch, blankly staring at Farrah. Silence filled Farrah's ears, and then she was grabbed again.

Nesi cried out, wildly rubbing Farrah across her clitoris. Farrah screamed in terror, flailing against Nesi's strength. Liquid spilled over her, filling her mouth and blinding her. The sound of organic squelching overwhelming even Nesi's moaning. Life started to leave Farrah's tear-filled eyes, before a loud voice came through the ruckus. "What the fuck did I tell you?" Sith grabbed Nesi's wrist and forcibly snatched Farrah away. The transfer was explosive to her, snapping her joints in several directions with the movement. Screaming only made it worse at this point. Coming to a stop, Farrah laid her head against Sith's knuckle and sobbed.

"Shit, you killed her, didn't you?" Everything ran cold. Actually, Farrah wished she were dead, yeah. But pretending she was would only get her, what, buried alive? If these psychopaths even had the empathy to give her that. Energy returned to the room when she lifted her head and began to struggle weakly again. "Oh... thank God." Funny to hear that from Nesi after she had just recklessly used her as a fuck toy. "I guess you can have her now. I'll just watch."

"You really wanna watch? Ha, okay." Whatever could that mean? Much more gently than Nesi had ever handled Farrah, Sith began to lower Farrah toward her pelvis. Oh geez, Farrah thought, not this again, please, not this again.

Before she fully came to Sith's crotch, the arm curved over behind Sith. Now she was moving toward her ass. A frog formed in Farrah's throat. She couldn't breathe. This girl's ass was going to be her deathbed.

Sith hastily lifted the back of her dress and pulled down her thong, exposing the cleft of her cheeks to Farrah. Larger, larger, the two brown spheres grew in size as she moved closer. Another hand crept behind Sith, pulling her right cheek aside. Now Farrah could see the gigantic pucker, literally about to fucking eat her. They came together.

Against her skin the asshole felt like a rubber mattress at first, then as she was pressed deeper and deeper it just felt like she was being shoved against stone. She was caught in the folds of the asshole, sinking further in. When she was fully sucked into it the pressure stopped.

It smelled like shit. Well, duh, but the smell of shit was stronger than anything could remotely describe. The walls of the anus chewed at her, battering her into a pulp and compressing her into a ball. Struggling only seemed to pull her further down the cave, she couldn't find her way out. The walls grew softer and softer. Jesus Christ, she was going to end up suffocating in this bitch's colon if she didn't get out. Farrah wept, consumed by her fear. This was it, she was going to die as a piece of actual shit.

But then, miraculously, she returned to the outside world. For a brief moment at least, before she entered another cave of sorts. From Sith's asshole she had been sucked into Nesi's mouth. She was getting eaten in a shitty rim job. Now she had to die, this really had to be it, right?

Farrah had never really considered the actual weight of dying, not in an asshole or in Nesi's guts. Even when Nesi swept her up into a monsoon of saliva and sucked the sense out of her, her mind was set on the idea of being chewed to death. But no matter how much she was thrown around the mouth, she didn't ever come to rest on any teeth.

Really, she couldn't reason through anything at all. Slamming violently into Nesi's hard palate, she only begged that God just let her die already. The saliva pooled all around her, submerging her totally. Her skin lightly burned, signs of pre-digestion. Reasoning returned to her when she felt the tug of peristalsis around her, she wasn't being chewed. She was swallowed. There wasn't even any air for her screams to even travel through.

Watching the last of Farrah disappear behind Nesi's breasts, Sith too masturbated, spread across the couch. Nesi opened her mouth, showing her tongue to Sith. "I actually swallowed her, oh wow!"

Her fall into the stew of Nesi's stomach felt endless, and she wished it had stayed that way. Crashing through the surface of the liquid, she slammed into solid bits of digesting food, literal vomit, sending her body contorting violently into twisting positions. The chyme was so thick that struggling pulled her deeper and deeper like quicksand, weighing her down under the congealing mess of Nesi's broken down meals. Gently settling at the bottom of the chamber was like the last of God's compassion giving her one final shred of mercy.

Farrah couldn't hear herself think anymore, if she was even thinking at all. Through the cloudiness of Nesi's surrounding body she could hear desperate moans. They were both still getting off on her death...

So she stayed there. Any tears that came to her eyes only made everything hurt worse, but still she sobbed to herself. In sorrow she thought to herself, why God do I gotta suffer...? And so with the remaining shreds of her energy she pulled herself into a pocket in the lining of Nesi's stomach. Against her own reasoning she greedily gasped in the air there, small slivers of oxygen misted over by droplets of gastric acids. Blood erupted from her mouth and she cried out whatever air she had managed to collect anyway.

Above her Nesi laughed away, eating from a bag of chips. Sith stared at the bulge in Nesi's belly. "Give that to me," she said, taking the black out Nesi's hand. Cracks and pops came from its end as she sucked on it.

"Hey..." Nesi whined at Sith, but she didn't really care. They sat quietly for a second, reveling in their post-orgasm wispiness. Gurgles came from Nesi's belly, she looked down and said, "Sith, what, what do you think it's like to be in there right now?" Sith didn't say anything, and instead took a hit out the black.

Splattering echoed through the stomach as bits and pieces of chips exited the esophagus. Each plop shook Farrah's world. Disgusted by the sounds of the constant slushing of Nesi's belly, her stomach upended, and as she finally died, overwhelmed by the disgust and terror over her final fate, vomit and blood spilled from her mouth, filling up the last of the crevice she occupied, essentially drowning her in her own expulsion.

- Optional Scat Ending -

The remains of Farrah's body slithered through Nesi's innards, compounded with the rest of the waste and packed into a long tube. Any nutrition left in her corpse was stolen by Nesi, and over time the crumbling pieces of Farrah were completely indistinguishable from the rest of the shit.

And so the next morning Nesi sat on the toilet, finished pissing, and squeezed out the non-essential fragments of Farrah's body. After hearing three heavy splashes, Nesi wiped herself and threw the toilet paper into the muddied water, flushing and sending everything down the drain, where all waste belonged.

[R_U_Snacksize]

Excellent!

[Juliet]

I'm out of ideas for now, no clue when I'll find the motivation to write again. If anyone has any requests then now's the time to speak up.

[Juliet]

Dying Naked Vomit Girl

Friends are friends, but food is food.

(F/f, soft vore, mouth play, violent, unaware pred, entrapment, optional scat ending)
Written May 4, 2017
2163 words

"Please help me, dear God please help me," Anna mumbled desperately into the yellow sludge around her. Struggling only pulled her further into the mess like quicksand. As she sunk deeper she came closer to the intense heat of the hot dog beneath her, searing her back and only causing further distress. Above her was the nonchalant chitter-chatter of Anna's best friend and soon-to-be murderess, Thalia, and the rest of her relatively uninteresting and ultimately unimportant friends.

Each second was like torture. Having to watch Thalia talk above her, as if she was teasing Anna with the prospect of her consumption. She wasn't, of course. Thalia had no clue of her friend's fight for her life happening right under her nose, in what looked to be just a mediocre hot dog in general. But that didn't matter, food was food.

Eventually the mustard had to give. With one mighty contortion she somersaulted out it and back onto the surface of the hot dog. The pink meat beneath her was fire an inferno to her at such a small size. Trying to crawl back to the safety of the mustard only slid her bare skin x the ground and seared her even more. The worst was when she finally got a grip onto the hot dog, only to have it give and break away from the rest, resulting in her only being further filleted from the overwhelming heat.

Thalia still chatted on above her. "No, it didn't go like that," she giggled, "Jose grabbed me by the shoulder and...," it didn't matter. All of the sounds were drowned out by the pathetic racket Anna was screaming out. Finally she was able to dig her hand into the hot dog, burning it to hell, and she pulled herself back into the mustard. Its' cool embrace almost felt like a haven to her, something that could save her.

Passionfruit came on the radio, one of Thalia's friends laughed and said, "Hold on, I need to go..." before she stepped away to build with her SO. The girls watched her walk away then they all looked back to each other. There was a silence, Thalia took it as an opportunity to get to digging into her food.

Anna's relaxation came to a swift end as the world around her spun and swirled. She became fully aware of what was happening, snapping her out of her trance bringing her back into the action. Clawing out the mustard she stumbled x the searing surface of the hot dog, yelping in pain, making a run toward the bun. With the ground shaking under her she slipped and was sent tumbling and spinning toward the bun where she made impact and immediately started to slide.

The grease of the hot dog was like a firey lubricant that left her skidding down the hot dog. Thalia held it at an angle that resulted in Anna mercifully shooting down toward the opposite end, to the relative, albeit bone-shattering safety of a fall back toward the table.

"Oh fuck," Thalia said as a drop of mustard dribbled off the end of the hot dog. She whispered, "Shit," before readjusting it to keep any of that from happening again. Anna's hopes were shattered as her momentum slowly came to a stop until she was no longer moving, still a distance away from the end of the wiener.

But she was far enough down it that she wasn't going to get taken in the first bite. Trying to stand to her feet to run to the end of the hot dog, she pulled away and screamed in pain as her skin ripped away from her arm. It had been baked into the hot dog from the heat. Now bloodied and injured, she immediately fell back to her knees and began to sob in terror.

Echoes of music resounded x the room, "Passionate from miles away, passionate for things you say," supplying a cadence to the shouts of desperation Anna was supplicating. The hot dog was drawing closer to Thalia's mouth every second.

Thalia opened her mouth, pushing the front of the hot dog into it. Anna watched as the bread creased and crumbled on contact with the edges of Thalia's lips. Warm, stale breath washed over her. Thalia's top lip hung tallest above her, its glossed skin shining in the pale light of the room. Thalia's incisors pierced the hot dog. Anna heard the pop of the meat giving in and saw it recede into Thalia's mouth, settle on her tongue and then disappear behind her closing lips.

Thalia chewed and Anna watched. Anna was sickened to see Thalia rudely chew with her mouth hanging half the fuck open, exposing the mastication of her food to everyone. Pork intermixed with melting bread under the pressure of her teeth. Soon she closed her mouth fully and loudly swallowed it all, sending it down her throat like all food is.

Luckily the hot dog had begun to cool and now Anna could stand back to her feet. Regardless of the temperature, the skin of her legs too ripped cleanly from her as it was plastered to the hot dog as well. Pain screamed throughout her body but she still crawled and lurched along to escape.

One of the friends returned as Thalia finished her second bite. Passionfruit faded from the speakers and was slowly replaced by childish crooning, "The club isn't the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go..." Thalia laughed and said, "What the fuck, they're playing this?" All of her friends basically agreed on the total corniness of whoever the fuck the DJ of the party was.

Whenever Thalia set the hot dog down, Anna was given the opportunity to skitter down it and leap off the edge. She clumsily spun about the greasy flesh until she finally reached the end, where she could escape to freedom and hopefully somehow come back to size, injured but alive.

It didn't take long before Thalia came back for another bite. Whenever the hot dog once again soared into the air Anna involuntarily spiraled back into the mustard extremely violently, burrowing her deeper than she had ever been before. Without a single bit of her exposed to the outside world, she was now unable to breathe, or even see for that matter. Abandoned by her senses she had no idea if Thalia was about to eat her or not.

No, she wasn't. Thalia got another bite in and now there was one bit of it left, the part that Anna was trapped in. Anna gruelingly pulled her way through the mustard, picking a random direction in hopes that it would lead her to the edge. She picked perfectly right. Thalia spoke to her friends, and as she pulled the last bite into her mouth Anna dripped from the hotdog in a blob of mustard, down onto the paper that the hot dog had come in.

Unfortunately she was still trapped in the grip of the mustard. Having been stuck in it for so long, it started to burn at her skin and work its way down her throat and into her lungs. When she finally emerged out onto the paper she retched and vomited globs of mustard x the floor.

So she was safe. The mustard still felt like acid on the exposed muscle in her arms, but sobbing and crying wasn't helping anything. Her best bet was to stand up and get the fuck away from Thalia before something else happened.

But she couldn't stand. The excruciating pain of the mustard covering her raw legs kept her jittering and shaking like jelly, she only fell back to the floor. Just as she began to give up, she saw the long, caramel finger of Thalia coming to scoop the remaining mustard from the paper so she could eat it too. With a renewed sense strength, she crawled and stumbled away from the mustard screaming at the top of her lungs. But it wasn't enough.

Thalia's finger pressed down into Anna and slid x the paper, gathering any remaining juices, crumbs and mustard, Anna included. Thalia brought her finger to her mouth...

"Thalia, Thalia!" Anna screamed. Sobbing, she hoarsely shouted out, "You have to see me!" before Thalia pushed her finger through her lips, silencing Anna's protesting.

The finger slid through the lips and Thalia was suffocated and engulfed by the glossed flesh. Sweetness filled her mouth at first, but when she passed the incisors and was forced into the tongue it was replaced with the warm sludge of Thalia's saliva. The finger receded and Anna was left stranded in the center of the tongue, pressed against the hard palate as Thalia tried to suck the life out of her. The tongue was engulfing her entire body, one enormous wall of solid muscle pressing her against another.

All at once, the remaining slop that was once a hot dog gathered to the center of Thalia's tongue, bringing Anna with it. Her world was now one huge pool of thick, unforgiving slime. She wanted to hurl again.

Then Thalia swallowed. Everything was sucked to her esophagus. Her hard palate above Anna became her soft palate, and then Anna violently slammed into the bouncy wall of her tonsil and easily slid with the other food toward the valve keeping Anna from what she knew was going to kill her. Anna continued pathetically weeping, hoping against hope that somehow she would be noticed, coughed out or anything to let her survive this ordeal.

But nothing came to her. For only a split second the valve opened, and that was enough to suck everything down into the esophagus. Now Anna was pressed at all sides by contorting and convulsing muscle that worked to move her deeper and deeper, toward her death. To a careful observer outside, you could see the lump that was Anna sliding down her throat, down, down, down until it disappeared behind her collar bones, and then Anna was forgotten.

Another valve opened and Anna was shoved through it down into a boiling pit that was much, much smaller than she had wished it would be. Slippery flesh left her bouncing and skittering through the chamber until with a wet plop she was submerged in the lurching vomit of Thalia's stomach.

By now Thalia and her friends were walking away from the table, out the door to get out to somewhere else. Her rapid steps shook the contents of her stomach, mixing and blending it all up into a further unrecognizable slurry of pre-digested food, food including Anna.

All of the food in Thalia's stomach weighed down on Anna's thrashing body, sucking her deeper into the mess with a sickening shlorp. The chewed and masticated food slipped all along Anna, pulling her around and slamming her further down. As Thalia continued to walk her stomach produced squelches to the slushing of the vomit. Bits and pieces slid between the folds of the stomach, sometimes including Anna in its unstable current.

To no one in particular Anna attempted to delusively mutter to herself, repeating, "Why didn't you see me, why didn't you see me..." as if it would reach Thalia. Her consciousness was slowly sapped out of her as the slush in the stomach was compressed by the walls around it against another valve and then ejected into the tunnel of Thalia's small intenstine.

Thalia and her friends drove along thirty-five, unaware of the dying woman tucked behind her slim midsection.

Small, pebbled tentacles rubbed into Anna. Peristalsis slowly wormed her through the small intestine, villi ensuring that the extremely small amount of nutrients inside of her were greedily sucked up to supply Thalia. Mucus collected around Anna's unmoving body, encasing her in the goo. Unable to fight back, Anna contorted and bent as the mucus compressed her further. All of the oxygen was taken from her, and in horror she felt the power of Thalia's digestive system finally completely suck the life out of her, leaving her as only a morsel for Thalia's gluttonous appetite.

- Optional Scat Ending -

Collected waste surrounded Anna's wrinkled cadaver and entombed her. Everything was packed into a firm tube, resting at the end of Thalia's colon. Anna was thankfully not alive to experience the complete horror of her fate, being reduced to her best friend's shit along with the rest of the meal she was greedily consumed with.

The next morning all of the shit squeezed out of Thalia's bottom, individual logs heavily splashing into the toilet and sinking deep into the piss water. Thalia sat on her iPhone, swiping through friends' Snapchat stories. A friend dm'd her, asking if she had seen Anna. She worriedly replied no and hoped that Anna was okay, unaware that she was disposing of her friend now by flushing the toilet, leaving all the shit to spiral down into the drain like everything that came before it.

[Juliet]

Hope ya'll enjoy.

[ChibiToy]

So I've read your first three stories up until now. My comment isn't gonna be all happy though!

Spoiler: show

Well, where to start... eatmeup wrote about how he/she enjoyed the realism of that. While I know where he/she's coming from I have to admit that I'm not the same opinion. You try to be as realistic as possible and you give it a real effort, I'll give you that, but there are still some things left that kinda spoil the mood for me.(I'll think logical about happenings like these) I admit being as big as a grain of sand or an ant has no appeal to me whatsoever, but my personal preference aside, I think it's illogical for an object of barely a millimeter size. to "get pressed and squeezed" by the muscles of the esophagus of a being which is much more than a hundred times bigger... Before I go into much more details and just start bit'+ing about my preference I'll just say, I think the pov you describe is still thought too big for the actual size of the prey. I assume you want to keep a certain level of interaction between pred and prey but there's a size where this simply won't be possible any longer(except pure fantasy instead of realism) --> to be blunt, you can't have any kind of interaction with a grain of sand or an ant it just doesn't work out anymore(--> but that's my opinion!).

Also in "Collection" you let Lana say how good Thom tastes but again, to me it's highly illogical that you could possibly be able to savor the taste of an ant --> maybe just from the teasing pov, that's okay... Like I said, from what I read until now you try to base your stories on realism, but in my opinion there's lots of room for improvement on that topic...(sorry to be so harsh, but I really like realistic settings and like I wrote for my taste there are quite a few things which disturb my "realistic mood" during your stories) Also I(but that's really just a personal opinion!) don't believe someone could hear how the sphincter to the stomach opens - food being pressed through yes, don't doubt that, but not the muscles contracting or extending(Stomach is a different thing for me considering it's sheer size compared to the tiny sphincter...)

I can't say much about your characters, the story and the interaction between them is just to short to make them look credible or incredible. That's a shame because I think you could create credible characters without much problems(the direction you took it with what they acted was good)

Considering your writing style. I'm honest, you throw so many words at me, which I - as a non-english native and a bit illiterate person - don't understand right now, without looking them up, that I can't really say a thing about it right now. Except: I do get that you try to be diversified with your choice of words and from a laymen's view I'd say that you did a great job there. I only noticed one mistake up until now: Humans don't have gills. Correct me if I'm wrong but for me that's the breathing organ of fishes

It's a shame you don't write longer stories! You kinda just rush a few hasty passages of words to create a scene and then go very in-depth to a (sadly mostly just) in-stomach view. This isn't a negative critique from my side directly. Just saying you waste a lot potential here since you prove at those passages that you very well do know to have your way with words. Also I praise your use of adjectives and adverbs. Now I don't know if I just tend to overuse them, but a few more here and there wouldn't hurt I think! But I emphasize that's just my opinion and I generally think you're good with how you did it!

Now I don't wanna sound like it was all just negative so to sum it up: Give it more thoughts on the human digestive system and how things would feel as the prey - not only, but especially the size! I'd like it if you'd not just write a story about a short digestive scene, but a bit before and after as well!(more "story" if I had to word it). I really liked how lively you described the inside of the stomachs, felt picturesque enough to me! And I like how you express yourself, but sadly that's mostly only on the in-stomach part. I've read "Feminine", "Collection" and "Window" so far but I'm honest: I can't say they are so overly great stories(but to remind you, you don't hit my specific preference so that may doubt my judgement here!), too less details and love overall(just in the stomach I can feel your love for the story) in my opinion, but their decent to good. I see great potential that you could write an overwhelming story if you give your story love from start to finish, not just in the middle. Gonna read the rest and if you like it, I can give you a in-depth critique on each story.

If you have anything to say to me regarding my critique, feel free to do so! I'd like to know if said something wrong here(still don't feel very confident about giving critiques - especially when my preferences aren't hit 100 percent) but I want to encourage you to improve your abilities and create more/better things...

[Juliet]

So I've read your first three stories up until now. My comment isn't gonna be all happy though!

Spoiler: show

Well, where to start... eatmeup wrote about how he/she enjoyed the realism of that. While I know where he/she's coming from I have to admit that I'm not the same opinion. You try to be as realistic as possible and you give it a real effort, I'll give you that, but there are still some things left that kinda spoil the mood for me.(I'll think logical about happenings like these) I admit being as big as a grain of sand or an ant has no appeal to me whatsoever, but my personal preference aside, I think it's illogical for an object of barely a millimeter size. to "get pressed and squeezed" by the muscles of the esophagus of a being which is much more than a hundred times bigger... Before I go into much more details and just start bit'+ing about my preference I'll just say, I think the pov you describe is still thought too big for the actual size of the prey. I assume you want to keep a certain level of interaction between pred and prey but there's a size where this simply won't be possible any longer(except pure fantasy instead of realism) --> to be blunt, you can't have any kind of interaction with a grain of sand or an ant it just doesn't work out anymore(--> but that's my opinion!).

Also in "Collection" you let Lana say how good Thom tastes but again, to me it's highly illogical that you could possibly be able to savor the taste of an ant --> maybe just from the teasing pov, that's okay... Like I said, from what I read until now you try to base your stories on realism, but in my opinion there's lots of room for improvement on that topic...(sorry to be so harsh, but I really like realistic settings and like I wrote for my taste there are quite a few things which disturb my "realistic mood" during your stories) Also I(but that's really just a personal opinion!) don't believe someone could hear how the sphincter to the stomach opens - food being pressed through yes, don't doubt that, but not the muscles contracting or extending(Stomach is a different thing for me considering it's sheer size compared to the tiny sphincter...)

I can't say much about your characters, the story and the interaction between them is just to short to make them look credible or incredible. That's a shame because I think you could create credible characters without much problems(the direction you took it with what they acted was good)

Considering your writing style. I'm honest, you throw so many words at me, which I - as a non-english native and a bit illiterate person - don't understand right now, without looking them up, that I can't really say a thing about it right now. Except: I do get that you try to be diversified with your choice of words and from a laymen's view I'd say that you did a great job there. I only noticed one mistake up until now: Humans don't have gills. Correct me if I'm wrong but for me that's the breathing organ of fishes

It's a shame you don't write longer stories! You kinda just rush a few hasty passages of words to create a scene and then go very in-depth to a (sadly mostly just) in-stomach view. This isn't a negative critique from my side directly. Just saying you waste a lot potential here since you prove at those passages that you very well do know to have your way with words. Also I praise your use of adjectives and adverbs. Now I don't know if I just tend to overuse them, but a few more here and there wouldn't hurt I think! But I emphasize that's just my opinion and I generally think you're good with how you did it!

Now I don't wanna sound like it was all just negative so to sum it up: Give it more thoughts on the human digestive system and how things would feel as the prey - not only, but especially the size! I'd like it if you'd not just write a story about a short digestive scene, but a bit before and after as well!(more "story" if I had to word it). I really liked how lively you described the inside of the stomachs, felt picturesque enough to me! And I like how you express yourself, but sadly that's mostly only on the in-stomach part. I've read "Feminine", "Collection" and "Window" so far but I'm honest: I can't say they are so overly great stories(but to remind you, you don't hit my specific preference so that may doubt my judgement here!), too less details and love overall(just in the stomach I can feel your love for the story) in my opinion, but their decent to good. I see great potential that you could write an overwhelming story if you give your story love from start to finish, not just in the middle. Gonna read the rest and if you like it, I can give you a in-depth critique on each story.

If you have anything to say to me regarding my critique, feel free to do so! I'd like to know if said something wrong here(still don't feel very confident about giving critiques - especially when my preferences aren't hit 100 percent) but I want to encourage you to improve your abilities and create more/better things...

Thank you for your in depth critique. I agree with a lot of your sentiments, namely, not putting heart into the pre-vore scenarios, at least for the first three stories. It can take a lot of suspension of disbelief to follow the scale of my characters, I wish I had thought through it more.

In terms of detail being put in the pre-vore, I think you would appreciate my most recent three stories. I thought them through more and tried to bring the setting to life; I wanted to create a more fleshed out scenario to add to the darkness of the stories. I would like to hear your opinion on the three.

Thank you again for the critique. I, too, am not a native English speaker, so I understand your problems with the English I use. Sometimes it doesn't reflect something accurately because I can't write it in clear words.

[ChibiToy]

Before I start this, I'll point out that I'm at night shift right now so I might not be in the best condition so I'll try to hold it rather brief and generalized.

Spoiler: show

First of all, I'm pretty sure it won't be everyone's taste but I like that darker touch of your stories. It kinda emphasizes the nature of vore. But still, in these three I feel there's something missing hard to put it in words out of the blue.

I'm not quite a fan of this directly, but I'll give you a HUGE bonus to write stories in which you dare to touch such a sensitive topic like drugs. No one can deny that drugs are indeed very common in the modern world and most of us came in contact with them - whether it was just seeing it or taking them ourself. So touching this topic inside a story makes it waaaaaaayyy more credible in terms being realistic and stuff than the best description of how things would happen!

Like I said above I'm not that fond to the topic itself but overall from my first impressions, I'm not sure if "Yah Yah" or "Farrah ist in Chicago" is your best story so far.(objectively, personally it's "Yah Yah" since it's closest to my preferences) They are both very well written and much better than your first few!(seen a few minor mistakes every now and then though) I noticed that you personally address the reader here and there and I couldn't help but smile, but I think to perfectly embed such things in a story(in terms of atmosphere), it would help to make it obvious that "someone" tells that story.

As for your most recent story... I'm kinda confused about these "x" but I guess you meant these as "across"... I think it was a nice try but for me personally it disrupts the flow a bit. (But you still get bonus points for giving it a creative touch ) Taking a closer look, I even think there are some sentences you could've worded a better way. Also, at some sentences, I can see that your thought of this part of the sentence ends, and the next one begins, but I can't see the comma :3 (But I admit I'm still a bit unsure about this stuff myself) Also I personally think that the title could use a bit more love since when I try to translate it into my language it sounds kinda... yea... and stuff

Overall I like the way you write. Like I kinda implied at the beginning already, I'm under the impression that you're still searching for something in your stories and while you're close to finding it, I'm afraid it slips away. That may very well just be my imagination or myself looking for said something though. While I noticed that you're gradually improving on the way... About your growth as a writer, when I consider the last of your stories, I'm a bit disappointed because the quality did go down a bit, but when I just include the one's before: You did great and I'm hoping you'll continue with such work because I'm certain, if you do, you'll eventually get a favorite (even) from me!

Now you'll probably wonder why I haven't given you a favorite by now... Well to put it bluntly: I'm very, very picky! And if you managed to get over that, your story still needs to... *ahem* I think you can imagine *ahem* and while I kinda enjoy your stories, for me, there's still something missing/a downer on the way...

And one more thing regarding atmosphere in (specifically your) stories: If you touch such a sensitive topic like drugs AND use direct speech, you absolutely won't get around to touch a very, very difficult topic for non-english speakers: Slang! I took drugs myself at some point in my life and if you let such a person speak formal english, it totally destroys the credibility of said character. You won't get around the help of a born-and-bred english person with that... (and overall, it increases the credibility of characters quite a bit IF you can touch this - makes me wonder why it's rarely really used)

I know I'm kinda harsh to you but if you want to be the best, you need to work hard! - BUT to add to this, in my case, I experienced that if I don't have fun and enjoy writing the story myself it won't get as good as it could be - no matter how hard I tried.

Additionally, if you aren't already, I'll give you same hint someone gave me: Use thesaurus.com. It's great because it not only gives synonyms and antonyms to words you look up, but also explicitly describes any meaning of the word in every possible context.

If I have the time and inspiration, I'll try to give you a real in-depth critique to your stories - with specific examples of how to improve, and where I'll also point out the really good things you did, not just the somewhat bad like I did here mostly(sorry!) But I won't tell you lies: Don't get your hopes up too much because I need a lot of time to do it with love...

[Juliet]

Before I start this, I'll point out that I'm at night shift right now so I might not be in the best condition so I'll try to hold it rather brief and generalized.

Spoiler: show

First of all, I'm pretty sure it won't be everyone's taste but I like that darker touch of your stories. It kinda emphasizes the nature of vore. But still, in these three I feel there's something missing hard to put it in words out of the blue.

I'm not quite a fan of this directly, but I'll give you a HUGE bonus to write stories in which you dare to touch such a sensitive topic like drugs. No one can deny that drugs are indeed very common in the modern world and most of us came in contact with them - whether it was just seeing it or taking them ourself. So touching this topic inside a story makes it waaaaaaayyy more credible in terms being realistic and stuff than the best description of how things would happen!

Like I said above I'm not that fond to the topic itself but overall from my first impressions, I'm not sure if "Yah Yah" or "Farrah ist in Chicago" is your best story so far.(objectively, personally it's "Yah Yah" since it's closest to my preferences) They are both very well written and much better than your first few!(seen a few minor mistakes every now and then though) I noticed that you personally address the reader here and there and I couldn't help but smile, but I think to perfectly embed such things in a story(in terms of atmosphere), it would help to make it obvious that "someone" tells that story.

As for your most recent story... I'm kinda confused about these "x" but I guess you meant these as "across"... I think it was a nice try but for me personally it disrupts the flow a bit. (But you still get bonus points for giving it a creative touch ) Taking a closer look, I even think there are some sentences you could've worded a better way. Also, at some sentences, I can see that your thought of this part of the sentence ends, and the next one begins, but I can't see the comma :3 (But I admit I'm still a bit unsure about this stuff myself) Also I personally think that the title could use a bit more love since when I try to translate it into my language it sounds kinda... yea... and stuff

Overall I like the way you write. Like I kinda implied at the beginning already, I'm under the impression that you're still searching for something in your stories and while you're close to finding it, I'm afraid it slips away. That may very well just be my imagination or myself looking for said something though. While I noticed that you're gradually improving on the way... About your growth as a writer, when I consider the last of your stories, I'm a bit disappointed because the quality did go down a bit, but when I just include the one's before: You did great and I'm hoping you'll continue with such work because I'm certain, if you do, you'll eventually get a favorite (even) from me!

Now you'll probably wonder why I haven't given you a favorite by now... Well to put it bluntly: I'm very, very picky! And if you managed to get over that, your story still needs to... *ahem* I think you can imagine *ahem* and while I kinda enjoy your stories, for me, there's still something missing/a downer on the way...

And one more thing regarding atmosphere in (specifically your) stories: If you touch such a sensitive topic like drugs AND use direct speech, you absolutely won't get around to touch a very, very difficult topic for non-english speakers: Slang! I took drugs myself at some point in my life and if you let such a person speak formal english, it totally destroys the credibility of said character. You won't get around the help of a born-and-bred english person with that... (and overall, it increases the credibility of characters quite a bit IF you can touch this - makes me wonder why it's rarely really used)

I know I'm kinda harsh to you but if you want to be the best, you need to work hard! - BUT to add to this, in my case, I experienced that if I don't have fun and enjoy writing the story myself it won't get as good as it could be - no matter how hard I tried.

Additionally, if you aren't already, I'll give you same hint someone gave me: Use thesaurus.com. It's great because it not only gives synonyms and antonyms to words you look up, but also explicitly describes any meaning of the word in every possible context.

If I have the time and inspiration, I'll try to give you a real in-depth critique to your stories - with specific examples of how to improve, and where I'll also point out the really good things you did, not just the somewhat bad like I did here mostly(sorry!) But I won't tell you lies: Don't get your hopes up too much because I need a lot of time to do it with love...

I still have some difficulties with writing in English, I was never the fastest to catch onto the rules behind it while learning. I try to show my stories to my English-speaking friends for proofreading, maybe they aren't strict enough.

The title of Dying Naked Vomit Girl is my favorite part. I intended for it to be attention grabbing, and clearly it is, since it's my my viewed and reviewed story thus far. I would say the only title I think needs work is Yah Yah, but I still like that title, since it's supposed to be the sound of police sirens. I thought that fit with the very criminal theme of the story.

I understand your pickiness, I am extremely picky about what I enjoy as well. The reason that I started writing was to write stories that I myself enjoy. It sucks to not be able to find anything that I like, so I try to write it just in case anyone else is looking for the same thing but has trouble.

I do try to incorporate slang into my stories, because I myself have experience with drugs as well, and not in a positive way. I don't think that my characters speak in completely formal English, but they could speak differently. So I can work on that.

On your comment that you have to have fun to write a good story, I completely agree. I was having the most fun when writing Farrah in Chicago, and I think that it is the best of my stories. I did a lot of world building and backstory leading up to the actual shrinking, which is something I rarely do. So I like that the most.

Unfortunately, I would prefer to deny your request that I use thesaurus.com. I can look up definitions of words, but I prefer to challenge myself to think of my own words instead of having to generate a replacement for them using a website.

I think an in-depth critique for, at the least, Farrah in Chicago would be nice. It's my favorite of my stories and I think it is my best, so I would like to hear ways I can improve it.

Thank you again for all of the feedback, hearing people put time into reading and analyzing my stories to give advice motivates me to write more. It would also be cool if you told me some things you enjoy in a story so I could try harder to turn you on.

[ChibiToy]

A bit too long for a shout

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I get what you mean what you said about thesaurus, but it's only meant for existing words. You can still use neologism nonetheless(In my german stories which I wrote literally ages ago, I preferred to do that too, but in english I'm not very confident and hesitate to do that --> but speaking to you about that makes me wonder why... xD I'll learn a thing or two from you and try to include that in my next story too ) I kinda wrote it but after you pointed that out more obviously I have to rephrase: I like that about your stories as well! You go on with a very creative approach which only very few dare to just attempt so keep at it! (e.g. how can moonlight "bleed" through the curtain? - But I totally got where you wanted to go with that and I liked it alot! )

As for the stories I enjoy, either a scenario like "Dying Naked Vomit Girl"(unaware can work just as well) or "Collection"(a pretty cruel and teasing pred) --> generally I enjoy it if the prey is put in their place(domination) with a slight note of abuse(more physically than mentally but it's more enjoyable for me if it's intentionally), pushing the unwilling prey to its limits(with or without the prey breaking down in the process)... A cute girl is way more preferred than a beautiful --> makes me think, MAYBE you could work on your character description, you give the most important facts but I'd love it if you go into as much detail as possible (e.g. a plain and casual "her smooth, golden hair is swaying in the wind, tickling her waist, when she walks into the room...") --> that's just SOMETHING that came to mind! :p It doesn't have to be all in one go, wrapping it into small portions intensively focusing another part each time is a good way to go about it... And if you want to profile my most desired pred: Black hair, waist-length and smooth, unusual eyes(red, green or even purple, but that's not too important), white skin(maybe slightly tanned) and a rather short, curvy body with realistic proportions(e.g. no way too oversized breasts --> and I admit I prefer smaller one's ) and not too skinny. --> but like so much, the appearance is just a bonus, it doesn't really matter how she looks, what matters is what's "inside" her

And to be honest, I like it even more if the prey didn't deserve it at all and the pred just does that because it feels like it. My preferred size is (shrunken prey) about 3-6 inches (which makes it kinda impossible to go for unaware) since I think that's a good size to keep the maximum of interaction between pred and prey(considering the description of all senses of both parties). Also, it let's the prey have the illusion it can fight back and if the pred has to go through some effort to gobble it up, all the better! A foreplay is requested because it is very important to influence the mind and thoughts of the prey before it gets to a part where it is forced to accept the reality of its new situation.(not necessarily in a sexual way, that's just a bonus for me) Showing the aftermath(if the pred just goes on about its day) can be very enjoyable either. Telling both perspectives on the way and comparing them to each other regularly after the worlds of prey and pred have been separated is important to me too! And it's much more important to me to give each respective part the necessary amount of details - for me the prey parts should be longer and more detailed than the pred's side since it will be an incredibly intense experience for the prey.(e.g. It's just a burp for the pred, casually and totally normal, not worth of giving it much more thoughts/descriptions except maybe a pred's sentiment, on how the prey may feel about that - but for the prey, it's a terrifying and highly uncomfortable situation where it gets pressed and squeezed, and ultimately robbed of the oxygen which it desperately needs down there). I enjoy it if there's a shift in the balance of power and it doesn't need to be gentle for the prey at all. Vore IS a cruel and atrocious thing after all BUT it's a absolute no-go if the prey dies before reaching the stomach. Also take into consideration that the more the prey will suffer before its stay inside the pred's stomach, the less it will care about the pain it will eventually feel inside.

And like I say all the time keep it real! After swallowed I doubt the prey can still understand the words the pred says, but that could very well be possible. The pred hearing the prey talk to it (especially if it's under the suffocating sounds of its churning gut) IS just impossible with this size.(Of course, let's just say the pred has a stethoscope, it can happen anyway) Also that's one of the things that kinda irritate me at your stories: In our stomachs the food is being somewhat liquefied. If it's a really small prey, it can enter the intestines more or less alive and whole. But(don't know the exact size at the moment) at a certain size the prey has no other choice but to melt down before it can be processed further.(Doesn't mean you can't describe it, just take that into consideration). Human stomach acid works in a really sophisticated way, sticking to the food and drenching it, slowly starting to separate the individual components to melt it down. Try to imagine how that would feel and describe your thoughts accordingly if you want to keep the prey alive to this point. And you can keep up the optional scat endings - not too much of a fan myself, but I can't deny the ultimate result of my favorite part of vore...

Well I talked my ass off here and I think that should cover it. I tried to go into as much detail of each individual aspect. Doesn't need to have all of them! Just to get you an idea of what and why I like it (and hopefully, maybe some kind of inspiration). Now I would say "be creative" but your one the few persons that doesn't need to be reminded so I'll say this instead: Have fun!

[Juliet]

A bit too long for a shout

Spoiler: show

I get what you mean what you said about thesaurus, but it's only meant for existing words. You can still use neologism nonetheless(In my german stories which I wrote literally ages ago, I preferred to do that too, but in english I'm not very confident and hesitate to do that --> but speaking to you about that makes me wonder why... xD I'll learn a thing or two from you and try to include that in my next story too ) I kinda wrote it but after you pointed that out more obviously I have to rephrase: I like that about your stories as well! You go on with a very creative approach which only very few dare to just attempt so keep at it! (e.g. how can moonlight "bleed" through the curtain? - But I totally got where you wanted to go with that and I liked it alot! )

As for the stories I enjoy, either a scenario like "Dying Naked Vomit Girl"(unaware can work just as well) or "Collection"(a pretty cruel and teasing pred) --> generally I enjoy it if the prey is put in their place(domination) with a slight note of abuse(more physically than mentally but it's more enjoyable for me if it's intentionally), pushing the unwilling prey to its limits(with or without the prey breaking down in the process)... A cute girl is way more preferred than a beautiful --> makes me think, MAYBE you could work on your character description, you give the most important facts but I'd love it if you go into as much detail as possible (e.g. a plain and casual "her smooth, golden hair is swaying in the wind, tickling her waist, when she walks into the room...") --> that's just SOMETHING that came to mind! :p It doesn't have to be all in one go, wrapping it into small portions intensively focusing another part each time is a good way to go about it... And if you want to profile my most desired pred: Black hair, waist-length and smooth, unusual eyes(red, green or even purple, but that's not too important), white skin(maybe slightly tanned) and a rather short, curvy body with realistic proportions(e.g. no way too oversized breasts --> and I admit I prefer smaller one's ) and not too skinny. --> but like so much, the appearance is just a bonus, it doesn't really matter how she looks, what matters is what's "inside" her

And to be honest, I like it even more if the prey didn't deserve it at all and the pred just does that because it feels like it. My preferred size is (shrunken prey) about 3-6 inches (which makes it kinda impossible to go for unaware) since I think that's a good size to keep the maximum of interaction between pred and prey(considering the description of all senses of both parties). Also, it let's the prey have the illusion it can fight back and if the pred has to go through some effort to gobble it up, all the better! A foreplay is requested because it is very important to influence the mind and thoughts of the prey before it gets to a part where it is forced to accept the reality of its new situation.(not necessarily in a sexual way, that's just a bonus for me) Showing the aftermath(if the pred just goes on about its day) can be very enjoyable either. Telling both perspectives on the way and comparing them to each other regularly after the worlds of prey and pred have been separated is important to me too! And it's much more important to me to give each respective part the necessary amount of details - for me the prey parts should be longer and more detailed than the pred's side since it will be an incredibly intense experience for the prey.(e.g. It's just a burp for the pred, casually and totally normal, not worth of giving it much more thoughts/descriptions except maybe a pred's sentiment, on how the prey may feel about that - but for the prey, it's a terrifying and highly uncomfortable situation where it gets pressed and squeezed, and ultimately robbed of the oxygen which it desperately needs down there). I enjoy it if there's a shift in the balance of power and it doesn't need to be gentle for the prey at all. Vore IS a cruel and atrocious thing after all BUT it's a absolute no-go if the prey dies before reaching the stomach. Also take into consideration that the more the prey will suffer before its stay inside the pred's stomach, the less it will care about the pain it will eventually feel inside.

And like I say all the time keep it real! After swallowed I doubt the prey can still understand the words the pred says, but that could very well be possible. The pred hearing the prey talk to it (especially if it's under the suffocating sounds of its churning gut) IS just impossible with this size.(Of course, let's just say the pred has a stethoscope, it can happen anyway) Also that's one of the things that kinda irritate me at your stories: In our stomachs the food is being somewhat liquefied. If it's a really small prey, it can enter the intestines more or less alive and whole. But(don't know the exact size at the moment) at a certain size the prey has no other choice but to melt down before it can be processed further.(Doesn't mean you can't describe it, just take that into consideration). Human stomach acid works in a really sophisticated way, sticking to the food and drenching it, slowly starting to separate the individual components to melt it down. Try to imagine how that would feel and describe your thoughts accordingly if you want to keep the prey alive to this point. And you can keep up the optional scat endings - not too much of a fan myself, but I can't deny the ultimate result of my favorite part of vore...

Well I talked my ass off here and I think that should cover it. I tried to go into as much detail of each individual aspect. Doesn't need to have all of them! Just to get you an idea of what and why I like it (and hopefully, maybe some kind of inspiration). Now I would say "be creative" but your one the few persons that doesn't need to be reminded so I'll say this instead: Have fun!

I usually stray from describing characters because it can feel awkward or forced to write out one long sentence explaining a person's characteristics. I've gotten more descriptive over time with my characters, I think that appearances are relatively fleshed out in stories like Collection and Yah Yah.

Agreed on the prey not deserving their fate, I've tried to make the deaths of the prey more unjust and immoral with my recent stories.

Personally, I don't find your description of a giantess to be attractive, but I don't find myself so invested in the appearance of a character that it would make a story harder to write. I can try to incorporate it.

I do try to show both perspectives post-vore, but I do love your idea of making minor actions to the giantess appear more devastating to the prey. I'll try to incorporate that.

From what I know, the majority of digestion is done in the intestines. The stomach functions to squeeze and pound large solid objects into a more broken down form to fit in the intestines, the actual melting starts in there.

I try to make the thoughts and experience of the prey very pronounced, but if you think it isn't enough then I can try to make it more of a horrifying experience.

Thanks for calling me creative, I definitely try. And thanks for the feedback once again. I'll be sure to use it for my next story.