Vore Dictionary And Thesaurus

Me writing to someone:

> get a message

> writes a response

> reads response

> edits/deletes response

Repeat for at least two minutes

> deletes the message

> respond with ok or a thumbs up

Part 2

Once learning that this day wasn’t going to be his last, he decides to have a nap hoping that when he wakes it was a dream. Suprisingly, he falls asleep far faster than he ever had before given the smoothing ambiance and message in the stomach of the giant. As he fades to sleep, he thought that this is quite nice but dismisses as it is as absurd as one could imagine. Whilst he rests, his brother Billy, still in distress and disbelief, is soothed by the giant — who is also panicking, though hiding it. After a few tens of minutes, they plan on what to do next and they decide to go back to town, however risky that is. During the short journey, only a few hours now, they chat on how to handle the townsfolk and make sure they don’t overreact.

In the meantime, Sarah — unaware of what transpired — goes shopping trying to find some textiles that would go with the outfit in her sketchbook. As the shops were closed, she headed to the owners home to see if she could get it there. As she was about to open the door, she see’s a large humanoid creature in her periphery. Freaked, she jolts her head towards it, hoping it was merely a trick of the eyes, using her binoculars in her backpack she sees Billy atop the giants shoulder but not Floyd. Concerned on Floyd’s whereabouts, Sarah rushes to inform her father (the mayor) about the urgent matter. With the help of the local authorities she gets to the others.

Billy, noticing the town approaching, tells him to stop to avoid uproar. Soon after, he notices Sarah approaching, and tells him to lower him down. With the two together, Billy informs them of the matter. It goes as follows;

Billy crying and with a crackly voice: “I don’t know how to say this, but whatever you do, don’t panic. We have a lot more time than you might think.”

Sarah stirn yet distressed: “where is your brother?”

Billy barely believing it himself utters: “he... uhhh… got swallowed by the giant”

Sarah in shock: “what!? FUCK!!!” Trying to keep it together “how long does he have?! How do we get him out?!”

The giant overhearing the conversation responds “minimum three weeks, but as long as I keep swallowing the supplies, until he dies of old age. Maybe not event that”

Billy and Sarah both confused: “how in the hell does that work?! He should be dead in hours”

The giant: “that’s a long story”

During that time, the officers that overheard the conversation, look at each other with panicked faces. And realise that someone is going to have to climb into their mouth and go down his throat to secure the other. And agree without uttering a word that they are not doing that. Billy realising that too, volunteers if that is what they decide to do. Privately, the giant is excited at the premise of swallowing more prey as he used to do that to help his tribal friends heal from wounds that they couldn’t handle back in his day and boy did he find quite delicious. He even gave them nicknames based on their taste, like cookie, or sugar. Not knowing how much time has passed he hid them in fear of losing potential friends.

As the others return to town, the giant waits amongst the nearby mountain valley.

She looks so cheeky! I just wanna go *nom*

The following sequence of events:

new oc. She tastes like pure sugar and shes a very sweet pred but an awful and i mean awful prey

Giant: *sees a tiny cloaked figure in their house* >:3

Tiny: *no idea they were seen*

Giant: *scoops them up* i was wondering when you'd be back *mistaken them for smol lover, noms them*

Tiny: *having a meltdown, fighting for their life*

Giant: *chuckles and pats belly* aw seems like my tummy missed you too *gets concerned they are struggling so much* okok maybe that was too forward *gets them out* it's ok love- *finally sees the face of a very traumatized tiny*

Tiny: *trying not to cry*

Giant: *panicking*

G/t stuff

I love tinies sm. you can just be a lil guy nomming a Pringle that’s as big as you! You can’t even eat all of it. You be there little personal calculator. So much more… but I need to show restraint.

The tumblr vibe just seem to be people unleashing their inner gremlin, and it’s fantastic we can be gremlins together

One of the appeals to me for being nommed, is being somewhere truly safe with someone that matters to me and knowing that as long as I am tucked away, no-one can hurt me. Plus it’s essentially an upgrade to the bed; it’s warm, you won’t get flash-banged by the sun the moment you wake up, soothing noises, it’s cozy. It can also goes for the other way round, cuz I want and will keep the people dearest to me safe, and their somewhere nice and comfy.

I will hold and continue to hold the ‘opinion’ that shapeshifting is an underrated superpower. I will explain (and you can’t stop me).

You could give yourself draconic features (ice, fire breath etc) meaning that if your in a very hot summer you could keep your ice cream from melting and not rushing to keep your hand from getting sticky. If you can breathe fire, and control how hot it is, you can reheat — or cook — your food on the go. (No more cold food)

Plus, you give yourself wings. If you allow artificial transformations you can just become a plane (fighter jet especially) and go VROOOM.

On of my favourite things about soft vore is how intimate and wholesome it can be. For example; you could be having a tough time and the person who you mutually love (platonically or romantically) could let you into their warm, squishy embrace of their stomach whilst listened to comforting sound of their heart as you protected from the dangers from the outside world. It is so truly adorable and heartwarming,

Ya know the experiment with bread in school, the one that it gets sweeter over time.

That but with prey, they get sweeter over time