Concept: Clitoris Vore

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Concept: Clitoris Vore

Postby TSaPA » Sun Oct 18, 2020 2:43 am

I've seen futa CV stories that start with a woman's clitoris growing into a penis before consuming people ("The Growth" by Rhewin is an excellent example) and I think I've seen at least one pic in which a female hyena "unbirths" someone through their pseudopenis (no seriously they have those, look it up), but I don't think I've ever seen any stories or images where a woman uses her clitoris to consume prey directly, before any sort of Futa growth/transformation going on.

Now I can see why this idea is rarely touched on- not the least reason being the lack of an orifice attached to the clitoris itself- but with the clitoris being analogous to the glans of the penis in developmental biology it didn't take long for me to extrapolate another vorish biological impossibility (i.e. cock vore) onto its feminine counterpart. Naturally this would require some very specific scenarios to pull off.

Off the top of my head either use of extremely small prey relative to the predator either being shoved into an orifice placed roughly in the same place on the clitoris that the urethra is on a penis, or perhaps the prey are simply merged with/absorbed into the clitoris via physical contact in order to induce growth and thus increased pleasure and further potential for consumption.

Or we can just go the more common route and have the clitoris grow in size beforehand until it's roughly the size of a penis but doesn't quite meet all the anatomical qualifications to be called one, and have ourselves some Futa CV in all but name. To say nothing of the issue of where anything consumed by the clitoris actually goes.

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For a more specific scenario, I've got a bit of a one in the back of my mind for a scientist/researcher working in some alien/underground lab accidentally has a breach of containment when a small nematode-like creature finds its way inside her suit and into her pants, and burrows itself into her clitoris. The scientist does not discover or suspect this, but she does feel the momentary sharp pain and itch in her sensitive area clearly enough to warrant a medical examination. The results come in: it looks like she got poked or pinched by something down there, and there's clearly some swelling as a result, but there doesn't look to be any further evidence of contamination. She gets a slap on the wrist for potentially breaching containment, gets told to put ice on it for a bit, and is sent back into the field like nothing happened.

But then it happens again, with possibly more this time, heading for the same destination as their predecessor. Perhaps enough this time that she actually feels something amiss and begins decontaminating when she feels the itchy sensation on her leg and hips and rapidly disrobing when she feels the burning itch concentrating on her loins. Perhaps she is in fact able to pull her panties down just in time to witness the translucent tail of the last worm slithering its way into her bud, and, panicked, immediately calls for medical staff that were already on their way since the moment she rushed through proper decontamination procedure. Hazmat team arrives, containment breach protocols are underway, the woman, grabbing frantically at her nethers, is rushed to medical.

Nothing. Her clitoris is definitely swollen bigger than it was last time, and the small hole she insists was the "entry point" is more visible this time, but other than that there are no signs of any parasites or any other foriegn bodies she insists she witnessed burrowing down there. The visible increase in size at least raises some concern, but that too is brushed off as an injury response or allergic reaction or, heck, possibly her own fault from the way some medical staff say they witnessed her grabbing and yanking at it when they came to collect her. Nevertheless, the fact remains that this is the second breach in just as many days, which is highly unusual for her otherwise excellent track record, and while she's proven herself too valuable to fire or reprimand too strongly thus far, even she agrees that a few days' medical leave may be for the best, and so she is sent off-site for a much-needed break.

Back home, things are normal, except she observes after the first day that the swelling in her bud isn't going down any. Sure it retreats within its hood a bit when she is not aroused, but it's still oversized and over-sensitive, and not only can she still feel the inside of the hole burrowed into its center, she swears it's starting to itch. That night, splayed out on the couch in her sleepwear, a half-eaten box of takeout Chinese in hand and some half-interesting nature documentary on the TV, her mind wanders back to the moment that got her here, and comes to a strange realization. What she felt in that moment, behind the clouds of panic and fear as she swore she witnessed things crawling into her most sensitive of areas, wasn't pain. What she actually felt, she realized, as she replayed the feelings and sensations in her mind in this calm and stress-free environment, was pleasure. Pleasure so unbelievably intense that it stung, and more powerful than any sexual sensation she had experienced before.

Unconsciously, she grows aroused from the memory as her over-large clit is coaxed from its hiding place, swollen and throbbing with pleasure. Idly, she reaches between her legs and fiddles with her overgrown and over-sensitive joy-buzzer. Her finger brushes over the new hole in its tip, and an errant thought strikes her as she feels the itching sensation within. She retrieves a single piece of rice from her takeout, now lying dropped and spilled upon the floor, sits up from her reclining position with her legs spread and her nethers exposed, brings the lone grain of rice to the tip of her skyward-pointing pleasure bud and, after a moment's hesitation, presses it into the needy, itching hole.

Suddenly her entire body is aflame with arousal as her twitching, throbbing clit is sending jolts of unspeakable pleasure throughout her entire body, its spasms practically sucking the single grain inside itself as the obstruction produces stimulating sensations that only stack with her own furious ministrations of her own pleasure-bud, as she furiously masturbates alongside the sensation of her pleasure-bud being stimulated from both inside and out. The feeling is unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and soon it concludes in the most intense mind-blowing orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. When the fog of pleasure fades from her mind enough for her to gain some sense of awareness, she idly gropes her still-throbbing, swollen clit to find that she can no longer feel the grain of rice she had placed inside it. But her first order of business isn't to wonder where it went, oh no; her first thought is to grab at the spilled takeout for more grains with which to replace it.

Morning finds our heroine waking in an aching haze, her sexual exhaustion-induced slumber ending in a number of unusual discoveries. Number one: it is much later in the day than she normally allows herself to wake, not quite past noon, but still much later than one might plausibly call "morning". Number two: she is not in her bed, but rather still splayed somewhat suggestively atop her couch, now soaked in and stained by an astoundingly large puddle of feminine juices pooled beneath her which, as a cursory touch reveals, still has not dried completely. Number three: not only has the swelling of her clitoris failed to go down, but to the contrary it is in fact showing clear signs of having actually grown larger than it was before, more than can be explained through simple swelling or arousal.

After a moment's confusion and another moment's rehydration, the woman does her best to recall the events of last night through the haze of sexual pleasure clouding it. Despite her best efforts as a woman of science to dismiss the implausible chain of events all as a strange dream, she is forced to accept that her memories of masturbating furiously to the sensations of stuffing rice down the new hole in her clitoris were factual, in no small part thanks to the evidence now protruding significantly between her legs, and all over and around her ill-fated couch.

Now, while her scientific education couldn't yet offer a plausible "how" or "why" to such events, it did at least enable her to detect a pattern: foodstuff inside clitoris produces increased pleasure. Increased pleasure produces bigger, more pleasurable orgasm. Enhanced orgasms dissolve foodstuff and, she speculated as she fiddled with the protuberance from between her lower lips, enlarge clitoris. Enlarged clitoris, she thought as she stroked it idly in her fingers, increases base pleasure. A blush formed on her face as she continued to self-stimulate with one hand while eyeing the contents of her cupboards. This warrants further study, she thought.

Days later, she returns to work with a lot on her mind, and a lot between her legs. Her experimentation with her clitoris' new function has resulted in inches of growth, and it will only be a matter of time before she will have difficulty hiding it beneath her skirt and lab uniform. She can barely stay focused on her briefings and catch-up lab work thanks to the needy organ now dangling from her nethers; her mind is constantly wandering with new ideas of what to feed it next- she suspects it'll be big enough for baby carrots within a day or two at its current growth rate- and occasionally she considers starting an official project to study the organisms she suspects are to thank for endowing her with this new ability. Her eyes wander to a cage of lab mice crawling over each other in their cage, and she feels the itch within her now-swelling organ. Perhaps she will need to requisition some for... testing purposes...
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