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had a few with my ex.

For starters, she'd constantly joke about having eaten something when it couldn't be found, including people. This would get worse the more she drank.

For example, one time, her, her friend and I had a group chat for a party since we were carpooling. Her friend needed something from the car but couldn't find me since i was in the bathroom at the time. Group chat went a little like this:

>friend: where is anon?

>ex: I ate him ;)

>friend: seriously, where is he?

>ex: being digested in my stomach

>friend: wtf i just need something from the car

>ex: i think i feel him passing in my lower intestine

>friend: anon where the fuck are you

>ex: right here *sends a picture of her lifting her shirt a little*

other than that, she had a very fast metabolism, and would end up stuffing herself on the weekends (looking a lot like pic related) and ask for belly rubs and letting me listen to her digest.

She'd also constantly joke about eating and digesting the plushies i'd gift her, describing their "journeys" in vivid detail. At one point she even said that she eats them because she loves them so much, and had i been small enough she'd probably eat me for the same reasons.

When i brought up the fetish to her, she became reserved and explained that she says these things cause she thinks they're funny, but the sexual aspect would make it weird. Nonetheless, she continued to make those same jokes.

The relationship got toxic after a few months since we were doing it long distance and our paths diverged too much, but it was nice while it lasted i guess :P

>>41470

>>41471

I used to think it too, but tbh i feel that someone in the closet about that stuff would avoid making those kinds of jokes out of fear of being found out. But who knows, had the relationship lasted she could have become more open about it.

sometimes I'd joke around while listening to her stomach that i was having a conversation with an "occupant"

She'd sometimes make her stomach jump, joking about how i either made whoever was inside mad or that they were trying to get out. I should mention that because of a minor stomach problem that she had, it'd always get super loud in the evenings. We'd have moments where I'd listen while she ate, hearing all the bits make their way into and through her, it was hot af honestly.

A thing she'd often do after a blowjob, is she would show me my cum in her mouth, and would then swallow, saying how she took something of mine and made it hers. One time she even joked how she swallowed her son and couldn't wait to digest him, which just made me blow another load almost immediately.

Another time, she had an old pair of air pods where only one worked. after she got a new pair, she swallowed it and we had fun calling her phone and listening from inside her. At one point, i went into another room and wore my own headphones. that way we tried to have a conversation with her listening through the wall, and me trying to make out what she was saying though the airpod. She kept asking me how it felt to be inside her but i couldn't really make anything out.

We finished the evening by blasting music through the thing, with me listening to it from outside. The only thing i regret is not having put on a monologue or something to pretend to take on an observer role.

Honestly i see how this would be a dead giveaway that she had a vore fetish, but i think it may have just been a funny joke to her, the most sexual thing about it being that she knew i had the fetish so it was a good way to tease me.

I told my, at that time, friend with benfits about My vore fetish. She looks at me weird, says "i dont understand it" and leaves My appartment. After that i noticed a Lot attitudes she took like showing her belly more often, rub her stomach when she was full in front of me and the more obvious one was when i we were banging she whispered to me "After you cum i will eat you" i came and she let me sleep using her stomach as a pillow. It's Been 10 years since that "Friends With Benefits" era and i'm going to marry that woman but due to covid We had to move the wedding to 2021.

Photo it's not her but her body is like that

So I actually have a few… some of these aren't my favorite memories, but I'll share them because I realize they are all important to the formation of my vore fetish.

Story 1:

I live in an a sprawling apartment complex when I was around 10.

All the kids who lived there were rather close since we all ritualistically met at the bus stop early every day to enjoy the adjacent playground.

Afterschool and on weekends we'd often be found playing games in the woods that surrounded the apartment complex. Hide and seek, Tag, Roleplaying TV show characters (Crocodile hunter, Pokemon, Lilo & Stitch, etc).

One of the boys my age had an older sister (Pic related. Looks like her, but she wasn't quite as soft) who would often joined us when she had time. She was taller than all of us younger kids, and often played the "villain" because of that.

When she was around, our games of hide and seek usually involved her "eating us" as a crocodile or Charizard or something monstrous.

She would simply grab us in a big hug, and nom on out heads to indicate that we were out.

This was all fun and games for me until one day when we were playing tag. She was the monster as usual, and we had to run and hide. I was being really pushy with one of my other friends whom I wanted to make a pokemon trade with. I knew that If we didn't do it while playing hide and seek I probably wouldn't get another chance until next weekend. (I know, fucking priorities of a 10 year old)

We sat down behind the slide in one of the playgrounds and linked our Gameboys together.

After a few moments of the little trading jingle repeating itself, silence, then my world went dark.

>I gotcha Anon!

>mmmm you were Yummy.

>What a tasty meal you were.

>It's gunna take me hours to digest you

These were just a few of the things she said to me as she wrestled me to the ground after sneaking up and shoving my head in her shirt.

My face was shoved up against her pot belly. A girls belly… an attractive older girl… talking about eating me while I'm pressed against her body…

I think that's the moment that changed me. I didn't really know it then since I wasn't aware of sexuality yet, but I remember that moment so vividly.

Story 2:

(About a year later)

Me and one of the other boys had gotten close. Were were definitely best friends. We'd always sit together on the bus, at lunch, in class, etc. We didn't really have that much in common (from an adults perspective), but we both loved videogames, and I guess that's all you need as a kid.

He had gotten a Nintendo DS for his birthday (Late August), and that was enough time for me to save up the money and split the price of one with my parents for Christmas.

Loved that little DS.

Anyway, my friend invited my over to his church for a group sleepover.

I wasn't at all religious, but I loved sleepovers.

The Church was cold, and kind of unwelcoming. The Pastor was mean, his wife was a dumb cunt who wouldn't let us watch movies.

It sucked. However, I was quickly welcomed into the group of kids, and we made do playing hide and seek in this creepy old church. It was great fun.

I wasn't going to sleep though. The wind was howling outside, the floor was freezing, and my sleeping bag wasn't providing that much extra comfort.

My buddy shone his DS at me from across the room, and I got the message. I snuggled back up and pulled out Pictochat.

If any of you don't know, pictochat was kinda like AIM for DS's. You could type stuff out and draw little pictures.

Archaic, but super neat to a twelve year old. (we didn't know about texting yet).

We chatted though out the night about the old cunt who wouldn't let us watch movies, school work, pokemon, etc.

We eventually started talking about girls. Crushes we had (including the girl from the previous story), hot teachers at our school, and then inevitably cartoon girls we were hot for.

Velma, Sailor Moon, Ariel, but most of all Misty from Pokemon.

We drew her topless a few times. I was a little awkward bitch so I drew some of her pokemon too (I still wasn't really into sex yet).

Then he drew something that made me feel very weird. (Pic related).

It was misty with a big round belly.

>Is she pregnat?

>No Anon, she ate me!

This is when I started to feel very weird. Like a knot getting tighter in my stomach. Palms starting to sweat. Knees week (mom's spaghetti).

I didn't know what to say.

He sent another message. It was a picture of Misty with an even bigger belly.

>She ate you too

Feeling awkward I joined in and drew misty with an even bigger belly.

>She ate Ash as well!

This went on for a while, drawing different cartoon women with big bellies full of people.

I didn't think much of it at the time, and simply drifted off to sleep. Practically forgetting about it by the morning.

Story 2.5

(a few weeks later)

After doing this church sleepover, my sleep schedule was kinda fucked.

I was sleeping earlier in the Moring and waking up a 4am, and finishing the school day exhausted.

However, waking up that earlier did come with a few benefits.

Namely the computer in the office being free for me to use undisturbed.

I forget the details here, but I remember searching stuff like "misty boobs", "misty naked", "misty sexy", all the stuff a boy on the cusp of puberty in the early 2000's should be looking up.

Then out of curiosity I seached for something along the lines of "misty eats me big belly" and I found pic related.

over the coming few mornings I would masturbate to this picture a few times, and started looking for more.

I stumbled upon Mistystuffer.com which was a disgustingly depraved website, and I hated most of the fat art, but there were a few pieces of Vore art that I found that made me fucking stand at attention.

Coincidentally this is also where I found the word "Vore".

"Vore" ended up being my go to search term every time I wanted to jack off.

Eventually I found my way to Eka's portal, and my fate was sealed…

Story 3

(Fast forward like 6 years)

I've heard horror stories about people who became enraptured with the vore fetish who lost a lost of libido (or were asexual to begin with). Luckily however, this was not me.

I was very sexually active during my high school years, Women were fucking gorgeous, and I wanted to be inside of them all of the time. In more ways than one.

After a few rough break ups, I was always shocked when more women made advances my way. I wasn't a hunk, but I was relatively symmetrical with pretty eyes, good hair, and a good sense of humor.

A lot of the more emo, theater girl types were pretty into that, and who was I to say no to them.

I know this sounds like I'm being a little fucking self congratulatory right here, but trust me, I was. And It was bad. I was a little too vain because of these girls, and I definitely should have been more considerate of their emotions, but I was a horny, hormonal whore.

I know better now, but I wish I had known better then as to not feel the regret I do for my actions.

I needed to get that out of the way first to properly explain my story.

This one girl had been flirting with me hardcore (she looked kinda like pic related. Her belly kinda stuck out of her crop tops even though she was very fit. It was taught and hard), she was always jumping on me, biting my neck, and dry humping me during our lunch breaks together. It was pretty enjoyable, but this girl had a pretty bad stigma in our friend group. Everyone thought she was crazy, and worst of all hopeless.

I actually didn't think this. I thought she was super cool, and very smart. Unfortunately, peer pressure blocked my true emotions from being realized, and I often kind of brushed her flirtations off.

I started dating this other girl. Very clean, sexy, immigrant from Europe. She was also super boring. Very good in bed. Very bad on the town. All things said, it was a bland relationship. Probably my most bland. Dinner with the parents, kissing/heart emojis with our goodnight texts. It was driving me crazy how bland it was. But I stuck with her because of the social points I got for sleeping with the cute European girl.

This other girl who always flirted with me was clearly hurt that I started dating someone who wasn't her.

She started texting me like crazy, asking if we were okay to still be friends, If she could still hug me during lunch, and if I would still hang out with her from time to time for some videogames.

Obviously I said yes to all of that. I did like this girl, but I couldn't be with her (I mean I could, but I was too much of a prideful dick to do anything about it).

She tried to stay away from me at school, but she would text me every night.

We'd play some games online, and talk about our day.

It was really nice.

(Story 3 Cont.)

Then one night after hanging out with my girlfriend, and having been thoroughly turned on by her advances, I was sitting alone in my bedroom getting ready to masturbate when my phone vibrates.

It's the other girl.

>hey anon, what's up witchuuu~~~? (*≧ω≦*)

>Nothing much, just watching a movie, you?

>I was hanging out with my older brother and he got me ome drinks!!! imma lil tipsy.

>Ohohoh you're always so fun when youre tipsy

>mmmm am I now ;P

>And youre always veeeeeeery cute

>oh, so i'm only cute when I'm drunk huh? HUMPH!!!!!!

>Nonononono You're always cute

…

… This cringy fucking flirting went on for a while, then…

>Anon, If I could do annnnnything to you, what would you want me to do.

I thought about this… I really thought about it, but I was so hard from flirting with her, and browsing vore art… I said…

>I've always kinda wanted you to eat me.

>(…)

For what felt like an hour she didn't respond. I saw the read recipt and didn't know what to do. I had just made a huge fucking mistake. She would tell everyone I'm a feak. She'd never talk to me again.

I would have to run away. Deny deny deny deny. Everyone hates her anyway they'll never…

>would I chew you up…? How would I eat you??

I stare blankly at my phone.

>No no. Uh. Like if I was tiny and you swallowed me.

I'm sweating like crazy. Why the FUCK did I say that.

>Ohhhhh that sound like fun :3

I'm shocked.

>*looks down at you* Anon! How did you get so tiny! What are you doing in my room?

I am fucking dreaming.. I have to be.

>I don't know? I just woke up here, and I wanted to find someone who could help! And you're always so sweet to me.

>Awww anon, you're adorable, even more so that you're tiny. *Picks you up and puts you in my tit's*

>Woah! *blushes* Whatcha do that for?

>Dunno, thought it might be comfy for you <3 Besides, I'm going to the kitchen to grab some snacks. This was just the easies way to carry you :P

>That makes sense. And your tits are very very comfortable *Kisses them*

(I hate RP'ing. It's always super gross to me. But I couldn't stop this. I thought this girl was super hot AND she was indulging my fetish… how could I refuse?)

>Anon, you know what would be fun, if you fed me these grapes. *puts you on the table and opens mouth* Ahhhhhhhh

hnnnnng this is incredible.

>I bring the grape to your mouth* I think I'll need to climb in your mouth so it doesn't fall out.

>That's okay with me ;)

>*climbs onto your tongue*

>*closes my mouth and swallows* GULP mmmm yummy

>*Lands in your stomach* Hey! What was that for?

>You were so tasty anon~ (* ^ ω ^) I couldn't not swallow you down.

How do you like it in my tummy?

>It's honestly super nice. I love have you all around me. This is super intimate.

>good! Cuz i'm not letting you out! *BURP*

>*skin starts tingling* Hey, I think you're digesting me.

>(Do you want me to digest you too?)

>(Kinda, yeah)

>Yep, that's what my tummy does, it digests good lil meals like you ;P

>*Starts to masturbate in your stomach* It feels kinda nice in a painful sort of way.

>*Starts to masturbate to your wiggling in my tummy* And you feel really nice doing that in my tummy.

At this point I cum in real life… Shamefully…

>*digests you completely and you pop back up on my bed full size* Whoa!!! Hey anon!

>Hey! Thanks for that *Hugs you*

>*cuddle eachother for a bit*

>You know, since you ate me, maybe I could… eat you out?

>I would love that Anon!!!

And the rest is history.

We roleplayed like this a few more times, culminating in me actually going down on her one day while we were walking home together.

I broke up with my GF at the time out of shame for doing this. That and I also didn't like our relationship.

The girl who I did this with stayed close with me even though I kinda cut off the roleplaying after the guilt got to me.

She gave me a blowjob once at a party, but after that we very much went our separate ways.

We still talk every once in a while. And I still feel kind of guilty about it, even though it still is the (shamefully…) hottest sexual interaction I can remember. But we've never discussed it since. She's happily married, and I'm in a healthy long term relationship.

Story 4:

4 years later

This story is about how vore crept back into my life.

After the shame of my vore RP cheating overwhelmed me in highschool, I put an end to my deviancy.

I stopped looking at vore, tried to stop thinking about it, and tried to remove all desire for it from my life.

Things went well. I graduated, went to college, happily dated a few more people, life was great.

Then I broke up with a pretty toxic partner for mentally abusing me. She sucked away all of my confidence. I lost most of my self respect, and I lost most of my friends. All because of her constant hatred for men being projected on me.

At first I thought it was my fault. I had never know someone to abuse me like that. She must have valid reasons for hating everything I do.

I must be a bad boyfriend.

Well turns out this wasn't true, but by the time I came to my senses and cut things off, most of my was gone. I was the polar opposite of the vain little slut that I was in high school.

Unfortunately we lived together. And neither of us could afford to move (She didn't even have a job, and refused to look for one). So we made due with staying with each other until our lease was up (in 7 months…).

I started drinking and partying to stay out of the house as much as I could. I was also desperate for friendship.

One night at a party, I befriended these two girls, one of which got so overwhelmingly fucked up that me and the other girl walked her home together.

This other girl was smitten by my kindness and for not attempting to seduce them even though they were drunk.

We walked back to the party and when I got to my car she literally pounced me. We went to her place and fucked.

This was the beginning of a really good friends with benefits type deal. I didn't really want to be in a relationship, and she was always too busy with her work and school. But we both loved fucking.

It was very quick spiral of events that led us to her wanting to try some of her kinks with me. I guess since we were just having fun she didn't sense any possible negative outcomes if I was disgusted by her kinks.

She liked BDSM. Specifically being dominated. I didn't find this weird at all, and actually gained some of my courage back by participating.

Next she revealed that she was a bit of a furry. This was a little weirder to me… But she mostly just wanted to put on little ears and let me play with her as if she was an animal. Weird, but then again, who was I to judge.

Then came her ultimate kink. The one she had been hiding from me the most.

She wanted to eat me.

My ears and cock fucking perked up when she said that.

Unfortunatley she wanted to uh… how did she put this…

>Anon I want to eat you. I want to tear you open and pull out your meat with my eat. I want to play with your bones, and chew on them for fun.

This was not what I was into at all. But she convinced me that since she let me dominate her (her kink) that, I should let her partake in this one too, since it would kinda be the opposite.

I don't know why I said yes, but I did. Maybe because I had been gaslit so much that I thought it was fair, or maybe more likely because eat me= vore in my head and I was all in for that.

(attached a picture of Misty and some gorey vore. Closest I'll ever come to liking hard vore. It also kinda fits thematically with my stories so… take it or leave it)

Story 4 Cont.

I was not prepared for what she would do to me.

She clawed at me with sharp nails, bit by back and stomach so hard, drawing blood nearly every time. It was horrible. I never came.

not once after a session like this.

Eventually she started to notice that I never came.

>anon how can I help you get off.

I didn't know, but I asked for a blowjob anyway.

This was a mistake. A big big mistake. Please skip ahead if you cringe easy.

She bit down on my cock. Hard.

I'm not sure how she didn't bite it off. But it was the worst pain I've ever experience in my life.

I pushed her off me and she started crying. I was bleeding and yelling at her. She kept apologizing over and over, but I was in so much pain I just kept yelling at her.

Eventually after I ran it under some cold water, it stopped bleeding. I walked right out of the door. Didn't even say goodbye.

The next day she texted me and told me that she was sorry, and apparently the neighbors had called the cops on her.

I never responded.

I spent the next few months basically in my apartment. Leaving only for weed and booze.

I couldn't even masturbate.

Eventually I numbed my brain enough that I stopped thinking about it long enough for it to heal.

I'll never forget the night I realized my cock didn't hurt anymore. I was sitting on my balcony, smoking some weed, doing a little bit of school work when all of a sudden my brain remembered I had vore on my hard-drive. I had hidden a folder somewhere, and I started digging. I found it. Vore. I pleasured myself better than I ever had before. Somewhere in my high as balls mind I realized that all the vore I was looking at was sweet. I didn't hate vore because of that crazy sycho who tried to eat my cock. I wanted vore to feel like love and comfort to me.

I wanted a woman I cared for to fill herself with me, and even digest me down so I could become the soft fat that coated her body. She could admire me every day from the mirror. That was my fantasy. I wanted to be coddled in vore. It was all very eye opening at that moment.

I just wanted someone to love me so much that they'd make me a part of them forever.

Story 5 (End)

I realize that liking vore is a part of me. It's my sexuality in a sense.

It doesn't control me, and can be healthy if used in an elevating, loving way.

I'm only typing this now because I had to come to terms with this fetish in order to maintain a healthy relationship.

I used to think I was sick, but now I realize that everyone is a little sick too, and that's okay. We all have our kinks, and we need to feel comfortable sharing them with the people we love most intimately.

Don't judge, don't shun, and most importantly don't hurt anyone!

As of writing this I'm in a very healthy relationship with a woman who I love more than anything. She knows about my fetish and openly enjoys it with me (not to the same extent, but I don't want that).

She "noms" me when we're cuddling, presents her belly after eating so I can listen to the food digest, and most of all she helps me masturbate while looking at vore.

I do the same for her and her kink.

If you ever feel as if vore is unhealthy for you, please remember that it doesn't define you, but it is one of the many things that make you who you are. Enjoy life, and jerk it to the idea of someone eating you every once and a while.

Thanks for reading.

PS.

By the way, all of those stories are true.

It's actually been very liberating writing it out.

So I encourage you all to type your experiences out too, and if you need help, please reach out for it.

>>41634

Wow thats crazy do you think she just lost herself in the moment? Sends some pretty strong serial killer vibes…in any case I'm sorry that happened to you.

I have a story from what I think was my first ever experience with vore, at least the first I remember. Probably what triggered the fetish in my mind.

It was a long time ago probably around first grade, before I knew about sex or anything like that. I was at a play ground of some kind that I hadn't been too before and the other kids were playing a game pretending to be monsters or dragons. There were two tribes that were at war and trying to steal the other sides 'eggs' which were big balls of clay dug up from under the playground equipment. Since I was new they tasked me with staying and guarding the clutch.

I was very nervous and meek since it was my first time there, so when a couple of girls snuck around without anybody knowing there was nothing I was really willing to do to stop them…and they absolutely took advantage of the situation, pushing me over and grabbing the eggs. One of them was very into this game, pretending to swallow them whole, complete with exaggerated gulping sounds, trailing them down her neck and through her shirt neck hole, keeping them in a pile under her shirt and telling me how good they tasted and how full she was getting.

At this point I was so enthralled I just let her take all of them. She noticed this and when she was done she came over to me and opened her mouth in my face and told me she was gonna swallow me too. I remember getting very hot, my heart was beating out of my chest and I was shaking uncontrollably. But then the bell rang or something and she ran off.

Unfortunately I don't remember ever going back there or interacting with those kids again, but like I said I'm pretty sure thats where I got, well, basically all me fetishes/sexual preferences like vore, female dom, monster/predatory women now that I think about it.

>>41714

It's kinda sick but I still masturbate to that memory.

She's still hot as hell, but I'm not going to share her picture. I'll share some of the pictures I use to think of her.

>>41729

OH boy do I.

Here are some I like to imagine with bellies full of me, or recently full of me.

I wish I had really ended up in her belly so bad.

Like all of my Vore for fapping is relevant in some way to one of the women I wrote about.

I should probably go to therapy, but for now have my fantasies.

>>41731

deviantart mostly, and 4chan.

here are some more voree ones about the same girl.

>>41732

And here are a few I forgot I had. Might share some of my other pictures that evoke these memories if yall are interested.

>>41636

I'm going to follow my own advice and tell a few more stories that I should probably get off of my chest.

Story 6. (takes place when I was 18).

So around the time I was first discovering vore (refer back to story 2.5) I had another great friend who was a girl. She was great and we often got in trouble together at school. We got in fights, and hid in the woods a lot. We definitely had a few encounters that were too adult for us, but I don't think any of them were vore related. Mostly just kissing and wrestling around.

Anyway, flash forward a couple of years. She moved to another state a few years ago, and I've just graduated highschool, working a part time job at a coffeeshop over the summer, paying off my first car, doing some local art films to flesh out my portfolio. I'm just a normal citizen of the united states.

On this specific day I was working for no one. It was raining hard, and no one was visiting the coffeeshop. Just me, all alone drinking far too many espressos.

I flip open Facebook and there's a picture of my old friend. She looks gorgeous. and then I scroll down… Good lord. Her belly is MASSIVE. Looks like she ate someone.

Apparently she had gotten pregnant with twins and was about to give birth.

I kept imagining that belly during the rest of my shift. I wanted to be in that belly. I wanted to be in her.

I slipped into the bathroom and rubbed one out. I felt so disgusting.

I masturbated at work to a picture of one of my pregnant friends, while imagining that I was curled up in her belly… digesting.

picture is not her, but it looked just like this. Facing forward, belly exposed… damn.

Story 7. (Also takes place when I'm 18. Again over the summer after I graduated HS).

I had gotten involved with a local artsy film studio during my last year High School. Made a bunch of shorts and junk for museums, and Youtube and stuff.

I liked acting in this sort of stuff because it was a good way to get out of the house, and it helped pick up chicks.

Speaking of chicks, the woman who had gotten me involved was actually the teachers assistant in my Calculus Class. She was 26 and kinda gothic looking. Me and her got on great.

A lot of the same interests, and a lot of agreed upon disdain for some of the fucking chumps in my class.

Anyway, she asked me to be in one of her films that summer and I jumped at the opportunity. She had rented a cabin about 30 minuets outside of the city, and there'd be booze and drugs there. How could I say no!

Anyway, after a day of sweating in period costumes, a lack of coordination/planning, and many camera glitches, no one on the shoot really had the energy to party. I had a few beers and cuddled up with my ex-teachers assistant. After a little while we laid down and I spooned her, absentmindedly rubbing her slightly chubby belly.

We fell asleep.

Maybe an hour later I woke and decided to start rubbing her belly again as she snoozed. I didn't want to wake her up. Unfortunatly it did wake her up. She started to coo, and stretched out.

>You like my body, don't you anon

>I love your body.

>mmm you really love my body.

She had my cock in her hand. I shot up and pulled off my clothes, as she started pulling off hers. We made out and I pushed her down. I started kissing her chest, and slowly moved down to her soft belly. I kissed it for probably too long because she says,

>Oh you reaaaally like my tummy, don't you…

Then I stupidly responded,

>I've always wanted to be in your tummy.

She looked at me kind of weird and I quickly made up some shit about wanting my cock in her.

We fucked. I sheepishly left in the morning before she woke up. All I was thinking about on the drive home was that stupid thing I said.

Eventually I got over my brief moment of autism. I high fived myself mentally for sleeping with an older woman in a mentorship role and really haven't felt weird about it since.

She recently contacted me to come over and film some "stuff". The deets sounded like porn. She's still hot and all, but I'm in a happy relationship, and I'll always have the memories of her and that sexy belly I wanted to digest in.

Story 8. (About 2 years ago)

It was a fairly dank January morning.

I was in a pretty depressive funk. I had been living on my own for a while, a few tinder hookups, a few short term dating sprees, but ultimately I was just working and drinking.

I was really feeling lonely this morning when one of my best friends texted me. It was a woman I had worked with for a few months and we quickly gained an almost married level of closeness with each other, just short of actually hooking up.

She had a boyfriend of a few years, and I respected the dude like crazy. He was always more than supportive of our friendship. I could drink with his girl all night, and he'd never blink an eye.

I digress, she had texted about hosting a birthday party for her boyfriend that night and asked if I could make it.

I quickly said yes, and went about my day happy that I still had friends. (Little victories ya know).

When the time came I grabbed a few bottles of tequila from my stash, and hurried over. Little did I know how much trouble that tequila would cause for me.

Everyone at the party wanted to do shots. A lot of shots. I usually can handle my tequila pretty well, but not the amount I drank that night. I was browning out and found myself in their office. I sat down and tried to relax in the dark. Then I was blinded by light. My friend had come into the room. She was only wearing her underwear.

>Anon, we're all getting naked, what about you??

I had never seen her naked before. She was kinda… fat. Not in a bad when. With clothes on she was kinda shapeless (big tits, great big ass, but the rest was meh), but without clothe on it was a whole different picture. Her stomach was big and round. Her hips when on for miles, and her thighs could kill a man. (Pic related, basically the exact body type. I've also seen her naked again since this interaction, so no, it wasn't just booze goggles).

I immediately took off my clothes, and she pushed me down and climbed up on my lap. Her stomach was in my face, jiggling up against my nose. It must have been the tequila because I grabbed her ass and plunged my face into her stomach. Kissing it, rubbing it, licking it… I was in heaven. She was just moaning away.

She clearly felt me getting harder. She got off of me, didn't say a word, put her hands on her stomach and started to "belly dance". It wasn't really good, but to me it was the sexiest thing ever.

I instinctively pulled my cock out and started stroking it to her.

This dance of jiggling and gurgling went on for a minuet before she stumbled forward a little bit, caught herself, and let out the cutest little burp.

And I came, all over her stomach.

She blinked at me, ad simply said

>woah

We're still great friends. About a month or so later we were drinking together at a bar and she asked me about my lust for her belly.

I explained my vore fetish and she was super understanding. Every once and a while she'll tease me with a burp, or belly rub.

And before anyone asks, she and my girlfriend are actually really good friends. I introduced them. My girlfriend has heard all about this story. At first it was a problem, but now she thinks it's kinda cute. Also she has kinda made the moves on my girlfriend too, and implied a threesome. just a very sexually charged woman anyway. Not sure where/how that would go, but… c'est la vie!

Also, now I just feel kinda sorry for her boyfriend.

This happened with a crush and I don’t know how to feel about it

>>41635

>If you ever feel as if vore is unhealthy for you, please remember that it doesn't define you, but it is one of the many things that make you who you are.

Hey anon, appreciate the stories and these words of wisdom. I also really like the succinct way you described the turn-on for the fetish in >>41634. I could never seem to find these words myself – I'm going to write that down somewhere in case I ever need to tell someone about my kink. I'm one of the stereotypical retards that nuked his EKAs and DA content when he got fed up with being a vore/porn addict. As you can see it didn't really help - Still working on that porn addiction, but I think I've come to terms with vore.

>I'll share my only real IRL experience with vore outside of just head fantasies.

This happened to me at a Halloween party my freshman year of college. I was still underage so I was always looking to get stupid drunk if I could, and that night was no exception.

There was this girl in our friend group, we'll call her "Jill" Jill was by no means a small young lady - she was nearly as tall as me (I'm 6'2) and her breasts were larger than my head. She was the type of fat girl that had a well-defined face and could tuck her tummy since most of her fat on her tits and ass.

To drunk, horny me, she was pretty hot, and even sober I found her cute. It also helped that she was one hell of a fun-drunk and completely owned the fact she was a 'fat fucking big tiddy bitch' as she said. She would always be dancing or popping her chest out - just generally acting flirty and crazy all the time while making us laugh with her jokes.

(cont.)

>>42273

Well that night, for Halloween, Jill was wearing a very tight cheetah-print leotard (Can’t find good pic related) with easy cleavage access (for holding her phone). She made some comment along of the lines of

>Hoe clothes don’t have pockets, but I have my own!

Hot. I was wearing something equally revealing but with plenty of pocket space…

The party was your typical college house party - not like the movies, mind you, but still rowdy. Eventually we all ended up doing shots of whiskey and, wouldn't you know it, Jill was the bartender.

When it came to be my turn, Jill walked up to me and I was met with a:

>On your knees, anon! I'm not reaching up there!

And so I obliged. I went down. And there was Jill, her tummy inches away from my face, and her pushed-up Grand Canyon of cleavage looming over my waiting face. With a twinge of guilt I felt the though slip into my intoxicated mind - EAT. ME.

Shaking my head and taking my shot, I stood up and acted like a completely depraved and insane thought hadn’t just gone through my skull. But yet the thought still remained. A few drinks later and I was sufficiently sloshed and trying to tell people about my new phone (this was a while ago when new phones were crazy). Jill was interested, or at least pretended to be, and that’s when I drunkenly went in for the ‘kill’…

>So- like… Yeah the google earth app is really cool they make all the buildings 3D and stuff so its like you’re really there.

>Oh that is a cool feature anon

>Yeah but I guess it’s more like your 1000 feet tall or something, taller than the buildings at least.

>Haha yeah, you’re right

I handed her the phone and she started scrolling around the city I had pulled up

>Look! I-It’s like you’re a big monster and you can like rampage around the city and like pretend to eat people and stuff just by scrolling around!

>…

>spaghetti.bat has engaged

>Hahaha so anyway…

Needless to say, my attempt at getting her flirty or at least talking about vore was a no-go. Thankfully my drunken-ass didn’t try to push any harder. However, this isn’t the end of the story….

>>42274

When the party wound down, Jill, myself and some others staggered back to a friend’s apartment. I was close to my place, but I felt so drunk that I wanted to rest for a bit while around other people. Plus, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill.

Eventually, 4 of us decide to just crash on the friend’s couch – figuratively, of course, as there were too many people. Jill and I got the shitty apartment carpet and a blanket and the other two got the couches. We had to share the blanket. Go figure.

To make matters worse, some idiot either left a window open or didn’t turn on the heat, because I am pretty sure it was actually freezing outside, and not too much warmer inside. So not only was I shivering, but the only source of warmth was my friend whom I had tested to see if she wanted to eat me just a few hours ago.

By now the drunkenness had really caught up with me. The room was spinning and I really needed water. I knew I wouldn’t get sick, but I had probably overdone it.

Jill, at this point, had fallen asleep under our blanket. Curled on her side, the cheetah leotard still hugging her exaggerated chest, she was really something… Seeing her full figure, my drunken inner-voice asked:

>What did she eat to get a body like that. And WHY WASN’T IT ME?

Snapping back to some form of lucidity I tried to focus on sleep. Emphasis on tried… I guess Jill felt cold too, because she would try to grab more of the blanket in her sleep. Being cold myself, I tried to fight back gently, but even when I had a decent amount of blanket, I was still frigid.

Cringing as I think about it, I did the only thing I could do – I moved in closer. Not in any creepy-gropey sense, but I was piss drunk, cold, and my only source of warmth was this blanket and my friend who was trying to steal it. So I scooted in and… And… Nothing else happened. We just laid there. I felt her breath and she felt mine. I could hear the slight gurgling of her alcohol filled stomach and the wet squishes of her swallows. Her lips smacked and glistened as she licked them unconsciously – most likely to moisten them against the freezing air… And yet… Nothing. Happened. We were just friends, after all…

>>42275

…Externally, at least. Internally, my uninhibited mind started dreaming up exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to take me. I wanted to be warm. I wanted the world to stop spinning. I prayed Jill, in her unconscious state, would bring her only source of warmth as close to her as inhumanly possible.

I wanted her to roll over onto me. I wanted to be pinned under her dump-truck of an ass and kneaded between her tree-trunk thighs. I wanted to feel her mountainous breasts spill over my body – the legacy of countless meals heating my frozen bones.

But most of all, I wanted to feel her lips part over my forehead. I wanted to feel her tongue salivate over my face and grease me up. I wanted to feel that slick, wet mouth pull my face deeper and deeper. I wanted to slide slowly down her powerful throat. I wanted to be perfectly still, like I was now – Not moving an inch, not saying a word. I wanted to slowly curl into her stomach and be settled quietly, without so much as a burp from her.

I wanted her heartbeat to hold my ever-fading conscious accountable. I wanted to use it as a clock : an all-encompassing way to know how long I was awake. I wanted the tight, squeezing muscles to hold me steady – to stop the world from spinning.

And lastly, I wanted to dissolve. Fade deeply into Jill’s warmth. I wanted to be digested slowly. I wanted to melt into her – make her tits bigger. Her ass fatter. I wanted to forget about my troubles I wanted to forget about being drunk and just… Melt… I wanted to be warm and Jill could keep me warm forever…

Then the next thing I knew, I was waking up – cotton-mouthed and still spinning. I had fallen asleep. All of those feelings must have happened a split-second before passing out. If I had dreamt about my fantasy, I did not remember it.

Awkwardly, I wrote a note saying I was fine and was going home and left. My life then carried on as normal. Jill and I were still friends. Nobody said anything about be acting odd or seeming strange.

Everything was, and still is normal. Except me. I still have that memory for myself and myself only. That immeasurable lust for something so impossible and socially taboo. It’s a strange feeling – to lust after something that, to most people, is a something a horror-film monster would do, rather than something sexual.

As I said before, I have come to terms with Vore. This fetish is probably the most private thing about me, and I guess in a way it makes it one of the most intimate facts about myself. It’s weird as hell, but I just hope that, if I do meet the proverbial ‘one’ – she is understanding. I hope I am able to explain to her why this cartoonish fetish is actually about intimacy and love – and why I would, in theory, like to be eaten by her.

Cheers!

>>42634

I have some pics of her.

Here You have

>>42634

Before you say something i have my Girlfriend's full concent to share this pic and the story because i'm not showing her face or anyone's name.

Last month my GF and i were making out and while we were foreplaying she asked me, in a confused tone "Hey (insert my name here) why do you allways want to rub my belly while we are kissing or laying in bed? I don't get it" and when she said that i was freaking out inside, but i did my best to calmly tell her the fact that i find her stomach really hot and ,in certain ocasions, i dreamed about her being a Mini-giantess that loved to tease me before swallowing me whole. I bassicly explained my vore fetish to her as something related to BDSM and Power Play and she told me that she would do something similar to that if i found it sooo hot. So that talk we had changed a Lot of Things in bed, she now says Things like "You better eat my pussy right unless you want to end up as food" or Eat Gummy Bears while looking at me directly just to tease me. So yeah that's it.

>>43074

These stories are insane. The closest I’ve ever had was messaging a friend and I joked about a video game character disappearing to which she responded that she ate him, it was a recurring joke for a while where she’d say he was gone now and that she might let me join him. Jokes about her digesting me were plenty. That’s it though, as others have said I’m unrelentingly close-to-the-chesh about this. None of my past gfs have ever known (I’m pretty sure), nobody has ever known period and I usually just don’t let myself get into situations where I might get close like the other anons here.

>>43817

>>43817

Final post!

So Mary and I started looking for threesome partners on Tinder but she was way too picky and only ever said yes to a couple people. But on there I met Kelly. At this point I'm 30/31 and I meet someone on Tinder, she's 18 or 19. She's a chubby little pear-shaped girl. Short, dark hair, pretty face, big ass, thighs, belly, and small tits. Cosplay nerd. Like a bottom-heavy Zooey Deschanel. We hang out at my place a few times and get stoned or drink. She herself is not into weight gain but she's into vore. We Snap about it a lot and this chick then encourages me to gain weight, too. It's like she's picking up the legacy of Bryce.

She wants me to gain with the intent of eating me. This is the most recent and I do have some Snap screenshots from it. But she mainly wanted to swallow me whole, or as with my ex, turn me into sausage links. She was a little meaner, a little more Dom about it, and seemed to be into the idea of being Pred. She would talk about how she wanted to come over, swallow me whole, and just let my girlfriend find her that way. Passed out in our bed or on the couch, caught digesting me. Her being that mean and aloof about it turned me on a lot.

Mary ran out to grab us food, maybe 15 minutes. While she was gone Kelly got into it.

"You should strip while she's gone. Fuck me, piggy. Then I'll eat you after. Imagine Mary coming home with pizza and I'm on the couch, freshly fucked, with you inside my belly. I'll tell her I already ate. And she'll let me digest you right here on the sofa so I don't eat her, too."

This was another short lived fling. She ended up moving and getting knocked up or something.

Now I'm actually in a real Poly relationship in that it's out in the open. Got 2 girlfriends. One kinky, one not as much. Both at least willing to cater to vore or belly fetishes. One of my girlfriends unintentionally gained weight but she knows I'm into it so lets me grope it, implement it during sex, snap pics of her tummy for Vore reasons, etc.

I'll upload a few pics now. Some of Bryce. A couple of my current GF's weight gain. And some Snaps with Kelly. I've got a ton more kinky stories. I have some more pics of Bryce I'd need to edit first. I have more screen shots of Snap between me, Kelly, and an ex.

These were just of note to me because with most of these girls I've ended up discovering new fetishes. I've been with a lot of girls and guys over the last 20 years. To anyone not confident enough to admit vore (or another kink) to a lover, just go for it. Do it gradually with tamer kinks or only aspects of your fetish.

>>45421

Honestly idk, I guess she geniuenly wants to make me happy. I was never pushy, and just told her what I like and what she could do, and let it be up to her if she would try it or not. It's all about communication.

She did ask me what she could say for RP, and I gave her a few pointers and lines, but she mostly figured it out herself. It was massive cringe to do so, but the payoff was worth it.

Some snapchat whore

I have some snapchat stories. I swear she said this after I just asked her what she would do if she became giant. Talk about a pleasant surprise.

>>48157

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