Summary: DestinedCuisine tries to get a camera for a photoshoot. To post an image of herself for her Eka’s Portal page.

Word Count: 2912

Author’s Notes: Yo! I was super lucky to have  TimeToRun complete a request of my Genderbent Writing Persona OC in a stomach. They are planning to post this sketch and other sketches on their gallery this coming Christmas. Make sure to check their gallery before and around that time if you liked this piece. Of course, the story below was brewed by yours truly. Please let me know what you think in the comments below!

Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was supposed to be a photoshoot. Or at least a variation of the overall intent. The erotic writer simply wanted to put a face to her gallery’s name. To show her appreciation to a community that reciprocated her ardent affection for vore and the proclivities of prey-inclined individuals. So why not be upfront after these years and post her face. At least, that is what the bespectacled woman thought after she left work and took public transportation to buy a cheap camera.

For the introverted vore enthusiast was reminded of the stark reality. The flesh and blood woman was reminded that her fascination was bounded by fantasy, which she was able to safely enjoy through the medium of writing, art, and video. Vore was an entirely different prospect when it was thrust right into the erotic writer’s face. Especially in the public setting of public transportation. DestinedCuisine was just minding her own business after work. The woman’s hand clasped around the rod bridging the bus’s floor and roof, and her mind was excited about the photoshoot. So much that her senses only dimly registered a foot thrust in between her legs. The sharp pressure shooting up the erotic writer’s legs, from the sudden kick, was an immediate surprise. One that preceded the bespectacled woman falling flat on her face.

DC’s world unfocused. Her ears rung. Her mouth tasted weird. The ends of her legs were coated in a tight rubbery wrapping dripping with burning hot moisture.

Gluck!

The first thing that she noticed, when her vision focused, were the bystander’s eyes that drifted towards her in the bus. Some were pitying, envious, aroused, and even scornful.

Gluck!

The typical array of reactions that would leak out of their masks in the face of the ludicrous display that was going on. A display that only DestinedCuisine seemed to be presently unaware of, despite being a very important part of it.

Gluck!

Slim fingers glided over the introvert’s thick calves encased in silky nylon. Before those brushing digits inquisitively dug into popliteal fossa behind DestinedCuisine’s knees with a deceptively strong squeeze.

Hmm~

A feminine inflection, which diffused a warm vibration up the prey’s thighs and back, reached DC’s burning hot ears. The first response of the woman, dressed in business casual wear and lying belly flat on the floor, was fueled by a physiological reaction of hormones pumping through her vasculature.

Oh god! Am I!?

Embarrassment flushed DestinedCuisine’s hot cheeks with capillary-supplied sanguine. A christening crimson would have blemished the prey’s burning cheeks if it were not for her impenetrable ochre complexion. Regardless, the fact that this was happening in a public setting magnified the erotic writer’s humiliation of becoming the subject of her own writings in reality. In front of so many strangers, living different lives, and possessing different views. Some whose memories of this moment would forever connect this shy brown girl on the bus with their own skewed impressions. Their emotions merging with the memory in the form of disgust, cringe, and arousal.

Fuck. I’m going to be someone’s fap material today.

DestinedCuisine tried to wriggle out of the advancing sleeve of flesh her legs were flowing into. The erotic writer’s anxiety rightfully rising as she realized that her mind might have been initially focused on less imperative matters. Instead, of how absolutely arousing this moment was.

Oh—

For the woman’s ochre-colored hands, which she tried to press against her legs to help wiggle them out from the gluing internal facets of the stranger’s mouth, were thrust into the very space she was trying to escape.

Gluck!Glulp!

Sh—

Haah~

DC’s mind blanked as her body was consumed by a racing lightning bolt radiating from her loins. A wet tongue had pressed against the woman’s privates through her skirt and tainted it with its cloying drool. It was a muggy viscosity that remained as a pulsing warmth. Even as her full hips were engulfed by the widened aperture, and her legs were fully entombed in the squeezing diamond pocket within the predator’s alimentary tract. Wrinkled skin arranged horizontally assisted in the transition from human to meat with a mundane peristalsis by the pressure mounted in the oblong pocket.

“Someone! Can you help me!”

“Whoa! Shit, I wished that I did it myself.”

“Hey, are you recording this? What! You’re doing your dailies. Dude stop! You need to record this for posterity. She’s going to be a dump soon enough. Oh! You’re getting Primogems for Citlali...”

“Please. I don’t want—”

DestinedCuisine’s words faltered. The introvert’s arousal of being forcefully dominated by this complete stranger, she hadn’t even seen, mixed with her fear of losing out on everything else that made life special. If nothing changed, then the impending trajectory of her existence would have her flowing through suffocating ducts, being ripped in bulging sacks, grinding in winding tracts, and dissolving into absorbable drinks after the crepitant crack of bones and garrulous squelch of organs.

“Fucking perverted youth. She probably wants this.”

“Oh~ That prey is going down so smooth. She’s not that much older than my daughter. Hmm…maybe I should make sure she stays close to her mum. Permanently.”

Glsslrrpp~~

Hmm~

Ssllrrrp

The predator’s opinion on this matter was obvious. Her feminine intonation was that much clearer, as it overwhelmed the chatter of their audience. The female predator’s indulgent cooing bore an intrusively seductive quality, garnished with penetrating heat, and added a violating ripple to a brutal massage. For the stranger was firmly pressing her teeth through the prey’s buttoned shirt. Wrinkled white fabric that became seeped with salivary enzymes. All this created a solution that burned in throbbing waves once the encompassing pair of plump lips slid over the brown girl’s fat mammary glands.

Ahh~

“No! Stop!”

The silky pair of swollen brown marshmallows wrapped in white fabric were left in the mercy of her oppressive predator’s eager tongue and grinding molars. An experience that was worsened as the stranger stood up from the floor. As the indulgent predator had been kneeling parallel with her tripped prey after kicking her down. This movement disoriented the erotic writer’s perception and swung her hanging body close to the fragrant set of breasts, which hung from her hungry woman’s chest.

Mmph!

Darkness engulfed the 5’6” woman’s vision through her glasses. Her dark hair hung upside down while her face was absorbed into the pillowy mattress of mammary adipose. Such that DC was unable to see what the stranger was wearing much less her skin tone. No. She was only afforded a moment to huff in the fragrant sweat underneath the standing woman’s top-encased cleavage. Right below that shelf of a fat was a more foreboding protrusion. That being the source of tightness that suffused the prey’s lower abdomen. The predator’s brimming belly. Her abdomen’s girth was large enough that it compressed her chest upwards.

Oh Fuck! Are those her acids touching my feet?

Hmm~

GRRSSSLLLRRRPPP~~

Then, the room violently flipped and spun. Perhaps the predator had become impatient, or she just wanted to flex her capability in front of the crowd. Regardless, a powerful vacuum wetly slurped down DestinedCuisine’s own set of knockers to bulge out the girth of the stranger’s neck, and roughly pull in her entire head into the sweltering maw.

Hmmph!

DC pitifully groaned as she looked outside of the parted pair of lips. A small window, which was further narrowed by the locks of dark brown hair matted over her forehead. The prey’s glasses were still perched on her nose, but copious helpings of salivary webbings dripped over them. As the itching enzymes bridged the gap between undulant tongue and firm palate. That last distant glance was brought to a gradual close.

Both too soon and fast. The former due to the prey’s diminishing willpower escape. The latter due to the predator’s powerful throat pulsations that were crushing the prey’s ribcage.

The mysterious woman’s parted lips narrowed back to a normal size. The sharp light of the normal world turned into a colorful blur. The tongue underneath DestinedCuisine’s chin stretched out and its glistening end wetly slapped against her face. The bristled organ was almost gentle in its pressure and heat. An erotic movement that continued as the stranger lapped and pressed the tip of her tongue against DC’s tightly sealed lips. Thus, the introvert helplessly mewled as she temporarily forgot the lethality of the situation. The rosy tint of euphoria muddled her mind and nearly gave the predator exactly what she wanted. Then all slivers of light were lost in the space filled with vociferous slime. Popping and fizzing within the prey’s diminished hearing capacity. That condemning sound was magnified by the echoing effect of the predator’s now sealed mouth. Excess drool was lavishly lathered over the erotic writer’s features, as she felt a pervasive hotness surge through her lower body. The volatile stomach acids had begun to stir within the stranger’s gastric activity. A time when one’s esophagus shouldn’t be open for long, so a rough and illusion breaking probe bashed through the brown girl’s lips. A quick and deep tonguing by the predator before she did away with the easy meal.

Gluck~~

The stranger acted quickly.

Gluck~~

She acted decisively. The edge of her mouth was eager to accept the last portion of the enfeebled prey’s existence past the epiglottis.

No. I…I don’t want to just die like this.

Tears welled up within the brown girl’s eyes. That or thin strands of pungent drool and mucous, as she sunk into the vestibule before the churning atrium. The closing kiss of the predator’s esophageal lumen, which signified the closing circuit for this unbroken stream of juicy meat. For DC to join the rest of her softening body within the hungry woman’s growling system. In a stranger whose appearance the erotic writer didn’t even have the slightest clue. Just that she would be contributing to the bulbous belly resting against her thighs and softening into plush mounds.

Down and down the prey sank. Past the beating heart and taunting lungs now free to be oxygenated. The relieved predator’s heavy breath reverberated from above just as the fatty lips of her esophageal sphincter swept past the prey’s dark scalp.

Ugh!!

DestinedCuisine saw the last moment to escape and tried to grab it before it was too late. She urged her arms to arc up the resilient gastric walls. Bulging rugae smeared dissolving chyme over her bare skin and likened it to a softened substrate. Yet, the willful prey combatted against her arousal for a final time. As she thrust her hands through the airtight opening of stomach’s ceiling.

Gorooann~~

A clamorous orchestra rumbled all around her within the dim chamber lit by an organic hue. Rows of bumps wrapped closely around the prey’s body and sank their gummy embrace into her tearing clothes. Ropes upon ropes of hot slime itched at the woman’s skin. With such a pervasive sensation that it barely wasted any time in becoming a seizing burn. It wouldn’t be long before DC’s brown skin tone was finally penetrated by red. Not the embarrassed variant fueled by hormones pumping through her capillaries. No…it would be DestinedCuisine living up to her namesake online. The prey’s skin would turn erythematous and violaceous from the onslaught of bubbling acids, drilling through her layers of tissue to churn up her internal organs into chunks of meat. A horrendously dehumanizing terminus to the aspiring woman’s life. Someone who had a job, family, and friends.

Oh god…I hope there isn’t going to be video of me going viral…

Sllurrrpp

DC’s mind fogged up from the potency of the predator’s system. The cooing groan of functioning organic machinery discouraged the prey’s efforts. The ring around her wrists felt unbearably uncomfortable. Like the flesh connecting her arms and hands were about to rip and explode into meaty pulp at any moment. Imagery that was exacerbated by all the nauseating stimuli that DC had to absorb through her orifices from this alien environment.

The burning in the woman’s nostrils that sank down into her lungs. The bitter taste that diffused along her tastebuds, which urged her to add her own stomach contents to the stirring cavity. The pain she felt in her lidded eyes and patent ears was unremitting. Unavoidable as the strands of magma-like solution draped over the erotic writer like a curtain and the gaps were filtered with rot-dense fumes. The scent of DestinedCuisine’s own melting existence added to the gaseous concoction.

A process that steadily hastened in pace. As more and more holes appeared over the prey’s business casual attire.

“Hey! Busy day at work!”

Meanwhile, mundane conversation continued to filter through the predator’s strata of tense flesh like background noise. All except for the stranger’s own voice, once she was asked a question.

Gulp!

A response that was preceded by a wet current that waved through her undulating esophagus. A bolus of saliva that slathered over the prey’s hands and pushed them out of the crushing grip of the sphincter.

“No—”

Hack! Cough

DC reflexively tightened her body into a ball. Her nylons covered feet slipped away from where her footwear used to be. The steamy containers having melted into nonexistence. As the growling walls demonstrated its elasticity by immediately compressing with the strength of a hydraulic press. Its groaning squeals were nearly as soul-crushing as the pressure placed on the prey’s cracking bones.

“Yeah! I think she did have a busy day at work. Really hit the spot too. Full bodied and filled with flavor from all her efforts I bet.”

The stranger’s objectifying words pierced through her tightening middle and jabbed at DC’s dimming consciousness.

“No! No! I don’t want this!!”

DestinedCuisine pathetically screamed. The rolling planes of gastric flesh that steamrolled over her body had now settled in place. Not a hint of relaxation as the organic mold adopted this level of tense squeezing as its new homeostasis. At least until the prey was further broken down. Into hand-sized chunks of protein and fat strewing with the frothing river, pushing through the babbling brook of the stranger’s pyloric sphincter. DC couldn’t even move her hand towards her skirt. There was barely any room to breathe much less sexually attend to herself one last time.

“Oh! Still feel like struggling. Here I thought you would be a boring piece of meat with how fat your ass and breasts were.”

The vibrations shaking the prey’s world bled with joy as much as the widening ulcers along her reddened skin bled with her vitality.

“Oh! I can see her twitching in there.”

The observer’s voice echoed through the scalding chamber. As a distinct pressure bulged from beyond the muscled mantle and squashed DestinedCuisine’s head down with a firm and unyielding pressure. It was the predator’s palm forcefully massaging the scalp of her meal.

“Fuck, she is.”

The predator’s voice paused. The prey could hear the rate of that droning cardiac muscle beat increase its tempo. There was no doubt about it. This ravenous predator, who just had to pick some random woman to be her public meal, was excited at the thought of something living being destroyed inside her.

“Hey! If you can still hear me. Keep convulsing for as long as possible. It really helps with my bowel movement, and I’d love to feel you smoothly pour out of my cheeks and straight down my toilet like you did down my throat.”

A girlish giggle vibrated through the atrium and the stomach acids rose through the bare gaps filled with vile stomach gas. The stationary effluvium that the prey needed to breathe. Except now it became a part of the homogenous source of consuming organic heat. Temperatures that felt as hot as a furnace and drove the erotic writer’s mind to the point of breaking.

Organ melting temperatures and bone crushing pressures pulsed in an unending cycle. The prey’s mind unwound as her brown skin became red streaked with white, and then spread through the churning volume of liquids. The final thoughts that swam through the ebb and flow of gastric sea were abnegated by the stranger’s mirthful laughter, blissed sighs, and her moving stride as she got off the bus. Perhaps the predator was heading straight home. Not that DestinedCuisine would have a clue. As she was soon to be cylinders of pulped meat propelled through endlessly ringed and winding sleeves. A darker resin sapped of essence by absorbing villi and condensed into a sturdy dump.

A healthy stool to be emptied out of a random predator that the erotic writer didn’t even know.

It seems that some introductions also serve as farewells. At least it did for DestinedCuisine, whose remaining physical residence in this world was as an extra inch on a stranger’s breasts and pounds of refuse in her septic tank.

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