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A titanic macro appearing on the horizon, slowly moving onwards towards the city as people flee en masse…

Only to get obliterated underpaw as the macro stops before the suburbs and carefully moves around them to prevent damage, avoiding any buildings but oblivious to the refugees underpaw.

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Some of us are still engaging in shenanigans on the main site, yes~

An average pred becoming a macro and experiencing the true top tier orgasms. Normally they'd do it knowing a person or two got mulched in their gut, their proteins pilfered to fuel it.

But now? Thousands died to produce it, and hundreds more will die upon release and impact~

#vore

My reaction when someone vorny is subtly flirting with me (with help from Stolas):

Chat hearing my voice hitch in surprise then grow increasingly muffled, viewers helpfully pointing out my mic issues as I'm plunged headlong into @gagefandom.bsky.social 's ass mid stream. Gage sinking into my seat with a moan, shutting off stream as his groaning gut expands over my desk...

Well, by dint of him being eaten and digested of course! That bulky purple form of his is quite distinctive, but I'm not sure I could pick it out as a bulge, let alone digested mush...

Hang on a second, I recognise that Bat! Not for much longer, evidently, but for now I do!

Me: "I'm really tired so I'm going to stop playing HD2 and go to bed."
Also me: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 3𝘩𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤

I can't fucking draw chairs. Don't make fun of me.

Also I don't know what I made my stomach but it's worse than the thrashing

#vore

Vore

HAPPEH BIRTHDAAAY~!!!

Yay, Boarthday :]

My artstyle doesn't convey the sheer mechanical power of how many bones Rob has that are now broken

Being all of them, he was digested, but still
#vore @eoforcatt.bsky.social

👀~?

𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 3000

It's not gay if the balls don't touch 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. Internally, well, whatever they were before they're just food now so it's fine.

this is stupid but i couldnt get it out of my head

I actually kinda love this idea ^\\^

The third one's pretty damn good, that shading really helps set the mood~

Always happy to help out a friend~

Damn Bashade, stay safe and unfrozen!

Just a smol rat with 4 Ridleys, nothing going on here

#vore

Hey wait what's that for?

𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩~

Oh yes, muscles tensing an clenching as they rub over their belly with both hands. Massaging nice and deep, digging the fingers in to feel their food wriggle and squirm, then slowly melt~ Humping against that rotund middle as the food within becomes more pudge to play with~

2/2

The pred strolling off with a smirk while their pudgy gut jostles and bounces heavily with each step, masking the squirming, screaming cutie buried within. Their little show a ruse to get some quality time with their live meal, undisturbed~ After all, they've a whole night of pleasure planned~

1/2 #vore

Thinking of a Synth pred with a huge gut gobbling down tasty cuties on the street. People don't panic to save them for too long once they vanish seamlessly into that vast cauldron of a gut with nary a bulge, a health bar appearing for a few seconds before rapidly diminishing with a belch~

My apologies everyone for reviving and then going dead quiet… I’ve just been feeling rather cold, sleepy and lethargic lately, and it has my brain in a muddle. I’ve more vorny nonsense posts planned and a short snippet to write (I’ve not forgotten!), so I shall be around and planning shenanigans~

Sh-shush you! Let me enjoy running free and unrestricted by gurgling death-grips for a change!

Small doms hit different... Doubly so with Remmy...
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