Soft Vore

unwilling RP, m/a

(humanoid pred, human prey, ambiguous ending but likely nonfatal)

Sticks turned to get away, but Arson grabbed them and shoved them hard against the wall. They coughed and spluttered a little at the sudden impact, winded, and then froze as they realised the man had them pinned down. He offered them a sharp-toothed grin.

"Wh..What are you doing? Let me go!" they said, sounding more confident than they looked. The final word was punctuated with a feeble kick against the man's legs. It didn't seem to have any effect.

The lizard let out a small laugh, smiling at them more maliciously now.
"Let you go? Whyever would I do that?
And as for what I'm doing-" he leaned closer to them "-well. I'm absolutely famished. And you-" he poked them hard in the chest, pushing them against the wall "-look rather filling."

Sticks took in a quick (and involuntary) gasp at that, and pressed themself further into the wall in an attempt to back away. They tried to pull out of their assailant's grip. He was much stronger than he looked, and definitely much stronger than them.

"Y-you're going to eat me?" Sticks said, almost in disbelief. They were still pinned tight against the wall.
"Look," replied the man in front of them, feigning boredom, "as much as I'm enjoying this chat, all it's doing is whetting my appetite. So-" he lifted a knee and slammed it into the small human's abdomen, holding them in place. This left a hand free to grip their wrists. "- let's move this along, shall we?"

Arson lifted their hands and slipped the fingers between his lips. No, not just the fingers- his mouth was larger than a human's would be, and they were now inside him up to the wrist. Before Sticks could even think to resist he swallowed, and their fingers were pulled down his throat.

The strange feeling made them squirm and attempt to recoil, but Arson held them tight. They could feel his tongue on their palm and a tight, wet pressure around their fingers. The experience was wholly uncomfortable.

They didn't have long to get acquainted with the sensation before he took another gulp and another inch of their arms was pulled into his waiting gullet. The motion pulled them a little closer to him. No matter how they struggled or pulled, they were disappearing from view down the man's slightly distended throat.

After what felt to Sticks like far too much and far too little time at once, Arson had swallowed almost the entirety of their arms. He placed a hand almost lovingly on the back of their head- and then roughly shoved it, pushing them down and into his mouth. Their vision was abruptly snuffed out as they felt those sharp teeth pressing on their neck.

Arson, wanting to finish his meal as quickly as possible, lowered his leg and gripped Sticks firmly (they twitched and let out a muffled squeak at the sudden pressure) around the waist. He lifted them up, laboured swallows pushing their abdomen, millimetre by strained millimetre, further into him.

It was a disorienting feeling; Sticks was almost fully folded in half now. Their body up to their torso was fully down Arson's throat and in his stomach, but their legs dangled, kicking, from his mouth. Their perspective shifted again then as they were hoisted into the air- Arson was beginning the arduous task of stuffing their hips into his mouth.

It took a while, but the man eventually managed to swallow the widest part of his prey. The legs would be comparatively easy after that. Lifting his hands from their thighs, the lizard grabbed Sticks' ankles and put a stop to their flailing. It was getting in the way.

He was stuffed now, but continued. He would finish this meal. Bit by bit the human vanished into him, his stomach stretching to a grotesque size. Another particularly strong gulp sent their legs further down his oesophagus, and he took off their shoes. He didn't want those in his mouth. After a second's hesitation, he removed the socks too- he might as well enjoy their bare skin while he could.

Sticks flexed their toes and moved their feet (perhaps in displeasure or fear), but couldn't do much else. They were helpless to escape their fate. Arson took another swallow and pulled them even further into the confines of his insides. One more and they would completely trapped, irretrievable.

He pushed the human's toes between his lips with a finger, mouth snapping shut and sealing them inside. He swallowed one last time and felt the last of them sliding down his throat. They were all his now.

The man sat down, carefully massaging his stretched belly. The person within was still writhing, struggling, trying anything to get out. Their motion was somewhat visible from the outside.
"Ugh-" he laid a hand on what he thought might be their head "- be careful darling. That's starting to hurt."
Their reply was muffled, but just about audible.
"Sorry."

He grinned, imagining the sheepish look on their face.
"That's perfectly alright, don't worry about it. And thank you for suggesting that- you're right, I did enjoy it," he responded, leaning back and continuing to stroke the warm bulge at his centre.

Both of them drifted to sleep afterwards, and they stayed like that together for quite a while.

(Please let me know if there are any specific types of vore stories you would like to read/think I should write)