It would be hot if you actually just killed me and if I did not enjoy any part of the process and also you are larger than me

What if you did horrible violence to my body with your body that is larger than my body and I died from the violence and did not come back. What if your body absolutely murdered and obliterated my body and also it was painful and terrifying and I died crying. That would be extremely erotic I think

It would be so kinky if I were a sobbing trembling wreck because of what you’ve done to me or what you plan to do or what I think you /might/ do and if I flinched at the barest hint of your voice and if horrible despair and helplessness soaked into my bones and warped my body language around you

Can you imagine how arousing it would be if absolute certainty that I was going to die at your hands or other external or internal anatomy of yours filled my fragile consciousness alongside the realization that unspeakable suffering inflicted by you would fill every remaining moment of my life

thinking intensely about the sound my bones would make when the smooth muscle of your stomach contracts around me like a vice and what unspeakable suffering the snapping and fracturing of my skeleton would wring out of me alongside your gastric acids reducing me to slush layer by sob-inducing layer

god it is WAY too warm outside. how am i supposed to put to text my overflowing erotic thoughts about being excruciatingly smelted by a lake of blisteringly hot burning acid within the depths of a 98.6°F living tomb when it’s so dang WARM

sealed for the rest of my life in a blindingly dark claustrophobically cramped crushingly tight stifling hot swelteringly humid cacophonously loud acidly burning sack of churning muscle that's slowly and agonizingly separating the meat from my bones in a ceaseless march towards my annihilation

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

eternally grateful for friends who know i’m food 🍖💦💦

for Maid Day here is Dave the Mouth Maid, cleaning your teeth gums and tongue by hand 💦 First picture by me, second and third by @azureangelic.bsky.social

edible

haven’t had much to say but i’m still here and i’m still food

hello i am sleepy from being in the sun and eating a bunch of good food. please lay on top of me with your full weight thank you

I made @carpetnotbig.bsky.social into my first food item

stacy PLEASE.

Dave is easily downloadable off of Miitopia, for what it’s worth 👀 …although other uses have also been found for him by @colwag.bsky.social 😰

A VAST TOMB LIES OVER ME IN PALETTE TOWN, OF SUCH DIMENSIONS, OF SUCH EXQUISITE BEAUTY AS NO OTHER SHADE CAN BOAST.

So I’m thinking of building an academy type area on top of the mountain where you find the Seafoam Island Creation Kit, inspired by the fountain plaza kit, which I figured I’d put in the middle of it But then I figured: why settle? ZETTAI UNMEI MOKUSHIROKU

can’t decide right now if i need to be pinned by thigh or smothered by thigh or crushed by thigh or made into more thigh

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

walk into the room and anyone who sees or smells me instantly salivates. tummy whining like Pavlov just rang his bell. that hunger you’re feeling is true friendship

well past one in the morning and i’m drifting to sleep thinking about dying in your gut

Be warned that as an outside observer if you talk about your OCs doing Easter egg hunts then what I picture in my head will be this @azureangelic.bsky.social

if you give a dave a mean girl brutal tummy vore he will babble about being brutally smelted in mean girl tummy (my proposed addition to the moose/muffin mouse/cookie book series failed to find a publisher)

There’s this old joke about little men but I don’t think you’d like it.

The downside of having an absolutely enormous tongue in both width and length but especially width is that I can taste that I’m getting sick There are other downsides and I can’t remember this happening before but as of now this bizarre flavor across my massive expanse of taste buds is problem #1

INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT additional notes,,,,☠️💦💦💦💦

errantly doodling size diff between girls ft @carpetnotbig.bsky.social

FLISS WAIT THAT’S NOT A MOUSE 💦💦

the #1 reason to add West of Loathing to your Archipelago multiworld is to enable nonstop moments like this

pov I make a surprise appearance in your randomizer to thank you for sending me goblin flapjacks and logging permits and books on advanced cow punching

The thing I will remember most strongly from this weekend’s Archipelago multiworld — though I can’t recall who of @colwag.bsky.social @azureangelic.bsky.social or @heat--end.bsky.social proposed it — is the timeline where Sonic called Robotnik “Dr. Pregman” and he names his creations based on that

being sentenced to a slow and excruciating demise deep in your gut because there’s an essential item hidden behind the “digest dave into pudge on your hips while he sobs and despairs over his approaching annihilation and wails as he suffers the agony of being unmade” check in your archipelago world

squeeze your fist around me until my body bursts and lick me off your palm

The most powerful phrase in human language is “food doesn’t talk”

fucked up that i have to work for sustenance instead of briefly being sustenance followed by being nothing at all for all of eternity save for a smattering of myofibril and adipose stripped of sentience or soul and woven into the mass of that who snuffed out my light in the darkest pit of their gut

hey what if i were submerged up to my lips in caustic acid because the meat on my limbs had sloughed off to the bone and i had to strain my neck to keep my mouth and nose above the burning bubbling tide so that i could breathe and sob in pain and misery just a moment longer before all of me unspools

what if in the pitch black broiling hell of your belly with enzymes and acids burning through me to turn my meat fat and nerves into mush i regretted my entire wasted life that culminated in a slow and agonizing death and softly begged to be spared this fate only for gurgling to drown out my cries

what if my remains were an unrecognizable meat paste and a collection of fractured bone being pumped through your intestines and the life i lived and the suffering i endured in its culmination were forgotten by history and your own life took everything from me and continued on as if nothing happened

What if you were chewing on me at all times. What if teeth biting me. What if you left bite marks that never heal. What if you bite off parts of me entirely. What if teeth pressing on my body. What if biting me biting me biting me biting me biting me

The fae continue to innovate on new ways to mark their property 😰💦

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 ☠️💦💦