apply tummy rubs to help settle your stomach while i’m being chemically torn apart within an inescapable claustrophobic churning sack and i struggle in vain against your stomach’s whims until both exhaustion and my muscles and nerve endings turning to mush leave me only able to sob and await the end

pinching your own tummy and by extension the pudge that my remains ended up as after hours upon hours spent clawing at unyielding walls of smooth muscle in the dark crushing abyss of your belly while i wailed and whimpered among the wet groans of blisteringly hot acids that unglued me into gutsludge

listen i just need my skin to burn and blister and come undone and my muscle to slough off my bones as a gory mush and to sob hysterically as your stomach autonomously and mercilessly takes everything that makes me human and murders it and melts and churns and mulches it into a sloppy meat slurry

I have a problem in that realistic descriptions or depictions of actually possible gore turns my stomach but also sometimes i need to feel teeth clacking together as they sever tendons and muscle from my bones in great bloody mouthfuls and gorge themselves on my meat while i helplessly sob and bleed

2:30 in the morning and i’m food you popping into (or reaching int)) my room for a midnight snack because i’m food tormented by your tongue and dragged down your gullet and processed into pudge despite my protests because i’m food you sleeping soundly while i’m slowly smelted because i’m food

Team Cramming the Whole Bus in Your Mouth and Eating That Sucker Like a Metal Cannoli VS Team Tearing One End of the Bus Open and Emptying the Passengers Into Your Maw Like a Box of Raisinets

You wake up the next morning with suspiciously thicker thighs and try to remember what happened during the party before it comes back to you when you belch up the ruined acid-ravaged remnants of a clothing article I had been wearing ☠️💦💦

I’Mm driunkk and thinngkgi&8!)ing abouuit bejjngng digigegsted by youu whillle immm’ m drri7nk. itn is my birthhdhday and iiii am gratrfeful forn all rtje wonderfifuil people in my lifife and all tue hungrry pdeoople who wannt to tummydigjgest me annd tje corssover bereen those two groiuosps 💖😖🍖🍖💦☠️

Hey did you hear about the release anniversary today? Like, a release…from the womb A “birthing day,” if you will

menace foxfaes

Actual photograph of what happened in the Mario Party 3 game I just finished with @colwag.bsky.social

IT IS TIME TO CELEBRATE @grossgraveghost.bsky.social’S TRIUMPHANT RETURN BY SHARING ALL THE ART I HAVE ON HAND OF THEM AND THEIR COLLECTION OF SHAMBLING MONSTROSITIES MESSILY DEVOURING ME BECAUSE THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES OF THEIR CAST’S THOROUGH BULLYING FOREVER HAUNTS ME 💦💦💦

its almost @carpetnotbig.bsky.social's birthday and theyve been very cool and good over the years so heres them getting obliterated in stronggirl guts again i drew it too small so upscaled vers as well (real tw/cw warnings for mean/graphic vore, internals, digestion, etc etc) #azuangocs #vore

This seems like a good time to put up this joint commission with @empressreina.bsky.social (based on a TRUE STORY, or at least a TRUE ICE CREAM OUTING) that we got from spitty who is an OUTSTANDING artist and a CLASS ACT all around

felt cute, obliterated @carpetnotbig.bsky.social again for tummydrawing practice #azuangart

ORGANIZING THESE THE BEST I CAN IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER (THE ONLY THING ORDERED IS ME, OFF A MENU CONSISTING EXCLUSIVELY OF ME 😖😖😵‍💫)

so OBJECTIVELY you’ve made WAY better art than these, hell the fliss in them is of an ancient primordial form spoken of in only hushed whispers, BUT they are also still very excellent and hold a special place in my heart (which is also the heart on your butt) 😖💦💦 I gotta properly comm you sometime

a pseudo-sequel to a 2023 vore pic i drew at/for/with @carpetnotbig.bsky.social because they reposted it and i was like man i can Probably do the concept better these days so i wanted to take another shot at it and then spent all night contently rendering girltummy (also internals shots) #azuangocs

drawing evil and fucked up vore things because a certain somebody wont stop being food #azuangocs #azuangart #vore

just one more for the day Some of them just wanna bite you Some of them have plans for you Some of them are DEFINATELY eating you @carpetnotbig.bsky.social

why are all my friends edible these days

it sure is 😖💦💦💦🍖💦💦

one last really really fast vore thing to throw at @carpetnotbig.bsky.social since im just sleepily drawing shapes instead of going to bed

Hey did you hear about the release anniversary today? Like, a release…from the womb A “birthing day,” if you will

listen i just need my skin to burn and blister and come undone and my muscle to slough off my bones as a gory mush and to sob hysterically as your stomach autonomously and mercilessly takes everything that makes me human and murders it and melts and churns and mulches it into a sloppy meat slurry

make me cry while i die til i’m fat on your thigh

It’s hard being food because I’m expected to do things with my life other than burn alive in a pitch black caustic acid sack that strips away my dignity and humanity just as readily as it does my soft tissue until I come to a miserable gory end as calorie dense goop Anyway my birthday is next week

If you’re unsure what to get me may i recommend a murderous permanent vacation in the darkest hottest wettest depths of your gut where I’ll be slowly and ruinously broken and boiled and mulched and melted and metabolized in the most horrifying manner possible No gift receipt necessary cuz, y’know ☠️

belching and licking the remnants of my taste from your lips at the same time that my lips are unspooling into a reddish mush and oozing off of my face to join the many other parts of me that have sloughed off my body to stew in a deep pool of acid in the hostile execution chamber that is your tummy

The erotic thrill of having someone larger than you casually irrevocably ruin your life

being small around a friend and them biting one of my limbs off to eat and then bandaging the stump up while speaking positive supportive things while i cry and in the end still being friends with them while knowing they’re why i’m missing an arm/leg

extreme unstated power gaps and irreconcilable perspective differences where a bigger close friend will just eat part or all of me on a whim in spite of the dire permanent consequences to me does Things to my sinner’s heart

I have a problem and that problem is that I'm not sobbing in hysterical despair as I'm dragged down your gullet with all sights and sounds from the outside world drowned out by inescapable darkness and the discordant symphony of your body plunging me towards an agonizing gastric demise

Very important that i never again see the light of day or feel the comfortable warming glow of sunlight or breathe crisp fresh air or feel comfortably dry or have any amount of hope for a personal future because the last horrific moments of my life are being spent in your gut

Every moment I have left spent choking on scant traces of stale unbelched air Soaked literally to the bone in white hot juices boiling away flesh and meat and offal and the tears my ruined eyes produce Churning walls tossing and pulverizing me until my bones snap and splinter

Longing for the pain to stop yet so desperately not wanting to die, begging for mercy that will never come, stewing in misery and moisture and darkness and indignity, utterly dominated and decimated and digested without so much as the slightest conscious effort exerted by you

My life, my unique identity and unknown future and hopes and dreams reduced to a brief moment of savoring and satiation; my wails and screams amounting to a belch carrying the ghost of my flavor; my worth summed up as a handful of calories no different from any other meal

i'm food

looking at you and seeing this like a starving looney tunes character seeing a steak while staring at their fellow shipwrecked survivor and getting so flustered that i can’t maintain eye contact

incorrect names to call me by: dave, carpet correct names to call me by: meat, snack, morsel, food, junk (as in junk food), lunch, thigh padding, dessert, prey, calorie bomb, belch fuel, delicacy, idle craving, dinner, [gender] dinner, gutslut, snackrifice, hunger pang, tasty, future bowel movement

I have a problem and it is that I remember every single person who has ever vore teased me and yet I’m not presently being violently and irrevocably digested in the dark sweltering inhospitable pit of their gut into a sloppy meat paste and metabolized into nutrition and body fat by even ONE of them

Ha ha what if I were no longer an alive human person because I had been reduced to a softly bubbling broth draining into your intestines after hours of crushing searing digestion inside your darkest most inhospitable depths. What if I were gone forever right now. Just lifeless sludge in your gut

It would be rad if you literally killed me and if I suffered unspeakable torture both physical and psychological while your digestive system stole everything from me up to and including my future and if I were dead right this moment and forever lost to the void while my remains sloshed inside you

DID YOU KNOW DAVING: every drop of meat and flesh and fat and blood that surrounds my bones belongs to you and every moment i exist as an alive person drawing breath is criminal theft of calories and adipose that are rightfully yours

digestive onomatopoeia and the actual sounds they represent are an art form all their own and their ideal medium is my body being excruciatingly disassembled into lifeless gutsludge

personally invested in being digested

being tiny on or between two asscheeks that become slick enough from perspiration to have me slipping downward tumbling towards the anus like it’s a sarlacc eager to devour me

a blizzard is a perfect excuse to relax and sip hot cocoa while i’m dying within you and sobbing all the while as my skin sloughs off and my muscle and fat digest into a meat slush and hot cocoa pours in from above onto my raw nerves and exposed bone and you sigh contentedly while i melt and suffer

The intersection of a missing person report following my slow and excruciating gastric demise and the person whose love handles and butt meat are now my unmarked grave’s indifference to this reminder that the morsel they indulged in last week had been a person whose humanity they hungrily denied ☠️💦💦

hierarchy of needs pyramid but the whole thing is labeled “friend group whose stomachs all audibly growl upon seeing me”