Big game hunter van pelt is pan and here to say happy pride
Today’s vore thought is a buncha prey buddies hanging out in their pred friend’s stomach telling spooky stories. Someone has a flashlight and it keeps getting shakily passed around depending on who’s turn it is to tell a story. At some point the pred’s stomach makes a weird noise and it startles everyone for a moment before they all dissolve into a fit of giggles. Y’know, soft silly domestic stuff.
Ohh to be slowly sliding and tugged deep into your partners gut, the quiet thrumming of their heartbeat far above you, and the low ambient gurgles and growls filling your senses.
To be fully surrounded by them, only them, and know that nobody else knows where you are. It's oddly intimate, being so deep inside of someone, seeing their body work and process in ways nobody else would see.
The small squiggling villi prod at your skin as you close your eyes, and you smile to yourself. It's them again. The squigglng villi are them, the whoosh of air every so often is their breath, the deep low rumbles are them.
It's all your partner, working so slow and gently to knead you ever so slightly deeper and deeper. You feel warm and comfortable as another tug pulls you further inside, reminding you of their embraces. What a weird and loving experience.
Any time a girl smokes a joint or pipe and then blows the smoke into your mouth you're basically using her body as a bong.
With that in mind tho does shotgunning classify as a transformation fetish thing or is it more of a human furniture situation? It's gotta be SOMETHING.
tonguesofdestruction