Almost a year since the last thread edition.
Oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, all welcome.

>>11197417
Wish there was more of this. That challenger is so hot

>>11197971
Same, the image makes me diamonds. Made me imagine a vore based gladiatorial sport.
>matches start off as any martial art, end with the winner getting dinner alongside fame and fortune
>audience can vote who gets digested and who gets out, but the winner has the final say at the risk of their reputation
>non-oral vore is considered extra humiliating and harms the reputation of competitors who overuse it
>but disliked competitors getting additionally humiliated and digested would earn the victor the audiences favor and have them vote in his favor should he lose
>there's potions/drugs that hasten, slow or stop digestion for a time so the competitors can choose how to deal with each other

Now enter our bright eyed twunk MC and his best friend with big dreams. They enter the contest and agree if they ever face each other the winner will spare the loser. But in first match his best friend gets eaten and digested by the returning champion, a tall and smug muscle girl, both beloved and hated by the crowd for her merciless reputation and incredible skill. He vows revenge, makes his way through the ranks, sparing some digesting others. He finally makes it to the finals and it's her. The fight is long and grueling, when it looks like she's about to finish him off he turns the tables and sucks her in through his ass. The crowd votes to spare her cause they still want to see more of her, but he doesn't care. He has a debt to pay and takes the potion/drug to digest her before she could fight her way out. He wins, she's gone, and now he takes her role in the audience's eyes.

Monster boy pred...

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or monster girl prey?

>>1197417 # anyone know the artist behind this one?

>>11199053
I think it was from a drawthread unfortunately, no clue who made it.

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Hi fuckers

I’ll be taking a break from vore for a while since I’ve been doing commissions nonstop but I’m wanting to do more Ken stuff but can’t think of a scenario

>>11202166
Either him as a generic office boss showing his new secretary her new workplace, or a galant knight dealing with the orcess bandit leader.

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Interesting.

Is it weird that I like to imagine my mom as prey for some big hunk?

>>11206215
That's really hot. Bet she'd look so good once she simmers down and melts into his flanks and thighs.

>>11206831
I like to imagine more like melting into his muscles desu

>A lot of guys would love to have a monstergirl harem.
>I call that a "buffet".

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I miss this persons art why did they have to leave

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Anybody got the full thing?

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Seeing these pics makes me think of how efficient Burter would be if his super speed came with a really high metabolism

>He and the rest of the Ginyu Force are flown off to some planet in need of conquering (reason: their military created a poison specifically to harm their Lord).
>Their arrival pulverizes a building, several monuments, no big deal.
>As they depart from their pods, dancing but a moment later, a high-ranking official that resembled an octopus ordered his men to stand their ground against the exuberant troupe. Of course, Guldo puffs his cheeks and suddenly they are disarmed.
>"What the hell!"
>"Quick, secure the-"
>"Looking~ for thisss?", Burter chimed in, the dastardly vial in his claws now flung to the sky, obliterated by a mere ki blast.
>Agape, awestruck, the official ordered his allies to unsheathe their daggers, yet... one of their ilk was absent. As his obsidian eyes darted about, he found that his best men were vanishing in a matter of seconds, switching back to the marauders and them until no one was left.
>Before he could arm himself, the Blue Hurricane took hold of his orange limb, raising him up as his weapon clattered on the cobblestone.
>While the red and beige eradicators flew to the surrounding districts, the dangling mollusk could only watch as his captor's belly brimmed with handprints, a stream of pleas and deafened blows overshadowed by their tomb's incessant gurgling.
>He gagged at the sight, his futile attempt to back away only serving as amusement to the avid genociders, eardrums rocked by the cacophonous carnage from afar.
>"Th-That was some nail po-"
>"Don't give my squad that kind of baloney! Our intel showed that you and your generals colluded against our Lord! That's treason of the highest order!"
>"And we~ know how you'll all payyy..."
>"No... no, please. D-Don't do this! I-I can change, I-I'll scrub your boots. Just let me go PLEA-"
>GULP
>"Sssooo... what'ss for lunch?"

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Salamy never misses

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>BSD is back
>He's doing a whole doujin comic
Gobbless.

>>11223504
Is there a place for ALL of FuPoo's art? I wasn't aware they did so much male vore.

>>11233733
He draws everything though so if you find his gallery it's going to be filled mostly with loli and other things. He does dabble in vore but it's rare. If you see any recent vore stuff, they're usually commissions.

M/F same size preds would be strangely likely to get accidentally mpreg.

>> Embryos will grow pretty much anywhere that has a blood supply and a compatible immune system, for example in abdominal pregnancy. It's not optimal, but they'll implant and start developing.
>> All it takes is a particularly hardy zygote or embryo that hasn't implanted yet to be lucky enough to slip out of the half-digested mom's body, and land in a nice, cozy ulcer that offers some degree of protection from dad's digestive juices and will eventually heal back up to offer even more protection, or perhaps fall through a larger tear into the abdominal cavity to implant there.
>> The stomach is very, very well supplied with blood, so the embryo won't starve from not being able to get enough from the placenta, and a same size pred would obviously be able to handle the growing fetus displacing things in the vicinity of his stomach.

>>11236560
Are there any instances (canon or fanfic) of vore that led to mpreg that you know of? I'm quite curious.

>>11236698
I have some on my eka's gallery, but I write really weird shit sometimes so mind the tags. I wanna write more but finding the time is a pain.

Houyo on ekas.

>>11237027
You've got some nice stuff. I especially liked the "Painful and Terrifying" story. I've been itching to write some more texts, possibly a full-on fic about Burter from DBZ casually engulfing any affronts to the Ginyu Force, perhaps an alternate event in Namek where he gobbles up Vegeta before he gets the Sensu Bean.

>>11237396
Thanks, I'm pretty proud of my horror themed works. And go for it, you gotta get your creative juices flowing one way or another.

>>11237859
I sure will. Just gotta think of some other mooks in need of exterminating before I get to it.

>>11240724
Source ?.

Here we go! I hope I won't take too much space.

>"N-No, it can't be." the lilac-haired hybrid uttered in disbelief.
>He's fought the Androids, lost everything to those moody brats, but even they would steer clear of any creature trying to consume them. The correct way, mind you.
>Those white boots; frantically thrashing against a swollen frame, the thick toes making little to no impact, his father's muscular form diminutive in comparison to who claimed him as a treat. Vegeta clawed and pulled at the beast's cavernous esophagus, seeking to escape a fate that befell the fallen Namekians, Tien shin-han.
>Even the countless wildlife carelessly slaughtered by his regal hands were more merciful to their prey.
>He never thought he'd see this day, and of all people to be doing him in, it was none other than the Ginyu Force's tallest member, he who called himself "The Fastest in the Universe."
>Burter.
>It shouldn't have been. Not even a sliver of a chance should've bloomed, hell even Guldo was alive. Fucking Guldo! But as the Prince's thighs slid past the Blue Hurricane's lips, the gobbler couldn't help but reminisce as his midsection went alight with shrieks of terror, how his Lord came closer to achieving his greatest dream...
>Some time ago, in the infinite darkness of the cosmos, a cloaked assassin deftly tiptoed to Frieza's throne, his amber eyes burning with vengeance.
>A dimmed heartbeat, the tapping of his clawed fingers; he was off-guard, perfect for a-
>Ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-dump
>Finally, the bastard knows fear-
>GULP
>Down went the dagger, it's potent blade.
>"I suppose you're all done cleaning up?"
>"Almost, Lord Frieza."
>"Thoosse roguess never ssaw it coming."
>"Yeah-uh, not with those stupid masks they had on.", Recoome remarked, then was perplexed about their fits during Ginyu's report.
>Jeice stood by Ginyu's side, his overgrown mullet unable to filter out his best mate's "contribution" for the day, eyes trembling in terror.

>>11241844
Brightsidedown, he does male and female in roughly equal quantities, pretty rare.

>>11243953
Gotta be good, far from fast.

>As he considered thickening his vibrant locks, the pudgy pest that is Guldo lugged a weighted amulet into a loaded chrome cart, ensuring that the slayers' pilfered trinkets were in 'good hands.'
>Sure, he could ask for Recoome's help, if the buffoon didn't strike the Thinker Pose in their Lord's presence!
>"Recoome, focus!"
>"Ergh- sorry Captain, sorry Lord Frieza."
>"I'll figure out your punishment later. Lord Frieza, allow me to perform my Dance of Joy." Ginyu offered, he and his crew ever-so eager to cheer up the One Above All.
>"Maybe another day. Zarbon, Dodoria, carry away these treasures away at once."
>"As you wish, M'Lord.", the elegant devastator complied, hoisting the booty single-handedly before Dodoria could, earning a dirty look from the wide load. Seconds after their departure, the frog-like fiend raised an arm, his stout self somewhat able to bring the Frost Demon's attention.
>"Yes Guldo?"
>"How do you stay so calm in the face of danger my Lord? You're so cool and strong!"
>"I believe you've answered it yourself. Now, onto-"
>OOOUURRBLTCH
>"Burter."
>"Ssorry my Lord.", he uttered, preparing to constrict his spacious abdomen.
>If inundated with an overflow of pre-digested slop, his kind had the privilege that was crushing their minute hassles in mere moments. The Cerulean Cleaver, however, was a mutant, and grew more than capable of 'clearing the excess.'
>The stifled rebellion; oh, how they still pounded as those viscid walls closed in, their glimmer of hope at it's highest when it seemed that one of their kin crawled up to where they f-
>CRUNCH
>Fhhrrssh...
>To most of the force, their Lord, this minor perk was an advanced way to engage in negotiations, so to speak. To Jeice, it felt like an eternity...
>As their Lord directed them to Planet who-gives-a-fuck, the Sub-Captain kept upright until the time to depart came near, he now shrinking into a bird-like stance much to Frieza's 'well-hidden' chagrin.

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>Now, why would their Lord let them into his ship for a task suited for his right-hand men...
>Was it a test of their competence? Had the Galactic Patrol penetrated his defenses for the first time ever-
>He was bored, and there was the oh-so mild inconvenience of being afflicted with a poisoned dart shot at super-sonic speed that not even his Final Form was able to evade.
>Now to thwart those thugs, the fulsome dart's strike masterminded by Vegeta! Well... not really, it was Bojack and his bogies, but any enemy of the Frieza Force should be dealt with accordingly.
>20 space minutes later, the Ginyu Force were well on their way to the Pilferer's Paradise, each in their respective pods. Even then, the swiftly dissolved foes crept up in the Brenchian's noggin once more.
>"What the hell were Pretty Boy and Carbuncle doin,' whacking each other off?", Guldo muttered under his pungent breath.
>"Unbea-liev-able. Our Lord, bein' ambushed loik that. Four a sec'nd oi thought ye were pullin' our legs...", Jeice absentmindedly voiced on his pod's radio.
>"I never kid about intel, Jeice, and neither should you men! Our Lord's body is being ravaged at this very moment, and we should be on high patrol until these bastards are sent straight to the grave!"
>"It looked like he had a cold, Captain."
>"Say that again, Recoome.", Ginyu snarled, his tech bound to crumble in his hardened grasp.
>"He went "A-choo." cap. If he was really poisoned he'd be in the-"
>"Recooome... would you liike to keep aaall of your liiimbs before I sswallooow you...?"
>"Uh..."
>boop boop
>"Get ready men, we're almost there. Recoome, you're in charge of re-fueling the pods AND you're giving all your snacks to the grunts for the next month, especially to Vegeta."
>"N-No- Captain, that's-"
>"And you have to wear your old ballet uniform while you hand them out."
>The palm-tree headed pounder blushed; not at the order, but whined at the thought of being subservient to that entitled runt.

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Canon or not, the green crew shall become stew

>"Why'd he have to pick Vegeta?", he pondered. It's not like Freezie-Pop was on his deathbed. Hmm, what were Zarbon and Dodoria doing to pay the price for their oversight anyways?
>"Are you sure we're in the right sector?"
>"Quit your yammering you whiny prick. We passed th-"
>thwoop
>"YOOOW!", Mr. Pinky yelped, his sore head now directed at the disturbed ceiling panel.
>"My, my~, what do we have here?"
>"Uuurgh, who'd leave their blaster there!?"
>"A novice I presume. Given our Lord's current status, we should round them up and weed out any renegades at once."
>"Screw that! Let's just blame it on Vegeta."
>"Splendid~, you have the grandest of plans-"
>"Damn straight!"
>"That any newcomer can conjure up in an instant."
>"C'mon, that spoiled brat deserves a bashing. We both know it!"
>Zarbon huffed, curtly sauntering away with the spoils, leaving his ally (of sorts) to stew as another blaster fell on his corpulent forehead.
>Over yonder, a lad whom was laden in a turban polished one of his leader's desolate ships, anticipation for his return put on hold when a slew of comets flew towards the poop deck.
>"Watch out lads!", Bujin hollered, gliding away from the ship as a pod assailed it's broad side. During the barrage, a lass known as Zangya dodged an incoming Guldo, unaware of it's occupant's warped aspirations.
>"Intruders! Then that means..."
>Bido pursed his lips, soured at the failed heist. All they had to do was snag bags full of gold, but those goons got co-
>SHUNK SHUNK SHUNK
>Kogu readied his blade, taking on a low stance as the party of five arose from their capsules, Ginyu first to chime in.
>"You rotten bastards! Word has it that you-"
>"HAAAAAH!"
>Kogu wasted no time, rushing at the red-eyed demon. However, he swayed to the right, his crew squaring up while Jeice rushed to his side. Bujin attempted to ensnare him in his Psycho Thread, yet his back was scorched by a white-hot blast...

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>"A-AURGH..."
>"Hey! Why aren't you charred yet!"
>"Hrngh, TAKE THIS!"
>But nothing was took, for Bujin's arm was in Recoome's sizable grip. As an immense pressure swarmed his minute limb, his free one quivered as he attempted to drain the ruffian's energy.
>And yet, nothing was to be drained, at least by Bujin. Kogu stepped up, weakening the Doom-Bringer's massive trunk of a grunt-basher whilst contending with his opponents.
>"This is how you defend Bojack's honor?", he grilled, giving Little B some leeway to set at the others.
>Meanwhile, Guldo took his chance to smooch Zangya's soft face after paralyzing her, then wrapping her up in some scrap metal. Teammates far from mind, he sniffed at her neck, Bido barely evading a volley of blows not far away until his shipmate wailed-
>"BIIIIIDO! Get this gremlin off me!"
>"Zangya!"
>ZAP
>Burter singed Bido with a ki blast, yet was restrained by his Psycho Threads, feeling a fierce wave of fatigue course through his body. Oh no! Anyway he zipped back to the 5-way scuffle and gobbled up Bujin, patting his belly in front of the shocked Kogu.
>"No, no, my little brother! How could YYOOOUUU!!!", he squealed, peppered by the forces' laughter. Then he began to join in on their joy, swift in trapping Jeice in a headlock.
>"Watch this!"
>There, Burter's gut grew from a nonexistent bump to a mass that mirrored a large beach ball. Despite this unwarranted blockage, he curled his fists, vigorously bellowing to the stars as a blue aura surrounded his broad self.
>The engulfed one; how he clenched his teeth, hissing at the sudden wave of digestive acids. This couldn't be it! All he had to do was focus, climb, CLIMB!
>"You're doing great Burter! At least your gut hasn't reached the floor this time!"
>"Honor the Hera Clan Bujin! Make that monster bur-"
>SNAP
>"Ooooeugh..."
>FZZZZZLL...
>"That'ss... one dooown...", he murmured, a quart of blood streaming from his lips.
>"H-How..."
>"You, YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! ALL OF YOOOOUUUUU!"

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>"Yeah right.", Recoome retorted to the swordsman, whose 'hostage' matched his instinctual recoil.
>Like a hot potatoe, Kogu threw the dazzling misfit to his captain and dodged the meathead's mighty mitts, rushing back to his crew; the slew that was once Bujin simmering away in the behemoth's slimming stomach.
>His allies had some trouble with Guldo; Bido's side battered by shrapnel, but that was worth it once he stomped on his squishy belly, Zangya kicking him in his little Guldos.
>"AAAAAAAUH-"
>STOMP STOMP STOMP
>"Musty cur... sh-should've been slaughtered at birth..."
>"We squandered our time! Who knows what those scoundrels were up to!"
>"Don't underestimate-"
>whoosh
>"Kogu!"
>"Prepare thy selves; they took... no trace of Bujin remains."
>"What!?"
>"Found yoouu~.", the beast slyly whispered into the lass's pointy ear, her gaze left a shuddery mess.
>Before they could act, the remaining bandits were impeded by an iron bar, then ravaged by the Red Magma's Crusher Ball. Dazed, Bido tore off the shackles, seeking to wear out the twunk until a piercing jab throttled his ribs.
>"Feel that? That's only a taste of what our Lord's going through, you scum!", Ginyu roared, oblivious to Kogu unleashing his Devilish Blade.
>"TASTE THI-"
>SNAP
>"Kogu..."
>The pale brute snapped his neck. Not enough to kill, but enough to cripple his resistance, Jeice seizing his sword. Zangya aimed her threads at Recoome, but the Crusher Ball's effects tore at her lithe ligaments, leaving her spent.
>Bido pounded on Ginyu's bulbous head, quick to strangle the arrogant fool until Burter closed in on the incapacitated pair. Why yes, he had quite the filling meal, but that didn't mean he was finished just yet.
>So much for honoring Bojack...
>"Get... get away-"
>"So it was YOU that poisoned Lord Frieza! Your face reeks of guilt."
>"They... they were only supposed to-"
>"Spill it out..."
>"Grab some gold...", Bido sputtered.
>"Gold you say...", Ginyu echoed, glaring with contempt.

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>The skewered bandit pulled away from his captor, staggering whilst the latter's jubilant displacers crept to his withered self. Had he been a few inches higher he'd be the 2nd to bring shame onto Bojack's reign, to screw up the Seal Swaperoo.
>That dastardly demon was so close, yet so far... what was he to do?
>"That's all they..."
>Bido collapsed into his captor's arms, his blood-soaked palm dangling mid-air. As Recoome carried him to the Hera Clan Pile, Ginyu took note of his eager subordinate bound to indulge in a 2 for 1 combo.
>"Plan on joining Recoome too, Burter?"
>"Ssir no ssir!", he replied, setting the singed pair aside after enacting a half-baked salute.
>"Haah~, captain, can I-"
>BOMF
>"OOUUURGH!"
>"Oi, keep it'n yer pants, ya drongo. Burter, keep'n eye on 'im mate."
>"Eeeargh... I'm not a-"
>"Don't thiink you're offf the menu, sslowpoke..."
>"Why you-"
>"Alright, let's head on back men. Our Lord expects a few 'playthings' to toy with and we shouldn't keep him-"
>"RAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGH!!!"
>1 floor, 2 floors, 5 floors more, Bido had no choice but to settle the score.
>"Heh, he really thinks he's getting out of this."
>"Lookit the size'ah him!"
>"Guldo!"
>"Got it Cap.", he'd respond, puffing those fat cheeks of his to thwart the Mega-Hera. In an instant, a smorgasbord of debris punctured Bido's wound. He puffed again, and a boulder collided with the giant's groin.
>Yelping, teeth-a gnashing, he tried to employ those threads, yet his phalanges were seared by wave after wave of ki blasts. To top it off, Guldo zapped at his wound with his eye lazers, his shrieks ringing out to the stars until Recoome pummeled his neck with his signature mouth beam.
>He, he felt himself shrinking; the ground was coming closer-
>"NYYOOOUUURRRGH-"
>SNAP
>Fade to black
>Hours later, he found himself in a holding cell, his crewmates- THEY'RE HERE!
>Elated as he was, he kept his cool, scanning the cell for any openings. Surely there was a way out, somehow...

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>His captain wouldn't dispose of his lackeys now, would he, especially when their necks were all collared up?
>click
>"Mm?"
>crrreeeaakk...
>Finally, he- I mean the rogues could free their master and conquer the universe together. Now to grab Zangya's dagger, check his 3s and 9s...
>wwhrrr- whhrrb
>"Impossible!"
>Magic. Hallucinogens. Encountering optical illusions was part of the trade, but holograms?
>He barreled through the slim opening, the stark white panel shifting back in place as their faces faded away. Left, right, left, no guards in his midst, he scurried to the nearest exit, full-speed ahead.
>Oh, how his wound protested his mad dash to flee...
>He scoured the sterile corridor, transfixed on structures suited for departures, drowning in the Little Emperor's cackles spilling from some intercoms until he stumbled into the FF Escape Pod sector. Success!
>Then, the lights went red...
>tap tap
>"HAUGH!"
>Prickled by a sharp nail, he looked back, only to face no one. Flaring with anger, failing to look up, he roared for Frieza to face him at once.
>Suddenly, he felt alight, his ears registering a whirlwind. Shadowed by crimson, blanketed by dust, he stood mid-air, peering down as a certain brute's dandelion crest and bulging gut emerged.
>"Foul creature! Choke on this!"
>ZAP ZAP ZAP
>KRA-KOOM
>CRMBL
>"GOT Y-"
>WHACK
>"URNGH!"
>THUD
>"Hrrrngh, Braave... Gatli-"
>CRKL
>"MY ARM!"
>Best to grow giant agai-
>FZZLT
>"You pessky piratess never know when~ to quit, do yoouu?", he chimed.
>Now was the time to knee Bido's chin, T-Pose too, but with his innards working overtime to quash that meddlesome pair's escape, the reptilian elected to fracture his remaining limbs.
>Afar, the tyrant chuckled, witnessing the last middleman's futile attempts to push away from that churning cauldron. Sickening as it was, he took pleasure in having a soldier who appreciated the fine art that was ravaging an enemy's primitive psyche, who took their sweet, sweet time...

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>As that rugged face continually twisted in terror on one spotless monitor, Zarbon arrived to inform Frieza about the disheveled ceiling, cringing as the second leg snapped.
>Though he too is a brash, boastful reptilian, he prided himself in his Adonis-like visage, straying from revealing his true self until it was time to throw hands. Despite the boost, he dared not to regress to such savagery.
>What good is a prince if they succumbed to such barbaric impulses?
>"Come to watch the show?", his Lord put forth, the monitor displaying Burter smushing Bido's face against his pulsating midsection. Of course, he couldn't decline, leaving the Wide Load to gather evidence all on his own.
>Meanwhile, a topaz covered amulet tumbled out of the prisoner's loose pants, piquing Big Blue's interest. He tossed him to the side, blasting him for good measure, and grabbed the oval-shaped jewel, it's imperceptible language dancing upon his magenta eyes.
>"What'ss thiss now~?", he perked up, sauntering to his target. Mustering some strength, he observed the gem that was integral to his master's return now in the beast's clawed grip.
>"Do you neeed thisss~?"
>"P-Please don't-"
>Gulp
>"You blockhead! Do you r-realize... what you've just DONE!? Y-You've doomed us all!"
>"Ssooo~, you want thiss gem baad, do yoouu~?"
>"Don't..."
>Raised by a fragmented leg, Bido feebly swiped at Burter's face, his last-ditch effort met with a light guffaw, a pristine pair of jaws, and an indominable warmth that no cot could ever replicate.
>Even then, he still scrounged for that gem, it being just inches away from Kogu's sunken form. He came close, fingertips prodding fervently, yet his confines convulsed, the gem slipping out as soon his finger made contact.
>"M-Master..."
>CRUNCH
>Fzzzzzzzlll...
>Burter rubbed his shrinking gut, proud as ever that Frieza would face no ruffians, at least for the time being. His allies could've a lend a hand, but Guldo was worse for wear, as always.

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>What good was he if couldn't hold his breath long enough to find a med kit?
>That slimeball could've been a scourge on his own, yet he chose chili burgers and time-stopping wenches just to get a peek at their goodies. Such a waste of a slot, and if he lost his powers, he'd be-
>"Burter.", his scouter crackled, the guttural voice that was Ginyu's buzzing from the headgear.
>whhrp
>"Yess, Captain?"
>"Report back immediately. We've got some cronies to weed out and we need your 'expertise.'"
>"Be right theerrre~."
>WHOOSH
>Meanwhile, in the Frieza Force cafeteria, a pair of conspirators met up to to find their patsy. Not a green leaf, nor a short fry, but a goober, somebody that'd never see the killing blow coming.
>One of them had a dark shaggy beard, ruby-red skin, and a build that mirrored Raditz. The other was frog-like and lavender toned, but differed from Appule since his frame was wider and shorter than his partner in crime. As they chowed down, the pair was gobsmacked, to say the least.
>Here was Recoome, clad in a tutu yet stiff as a board. Grunt or elite soldier, neither were exempt from questioning their Lord's capabilities, and so, he passed them a pair of chocolate bars and went his wa-
>"Oh, I forgot to ask. Do these zappers belong to you?", he asked as he presented the devices, their modifications nowhere to be found.
>"N-No!"
>"You better not be lying. Oh, and tell Lord Frieza he looks 'clean-cut,' whatever that means. I don't like wearing this but it's not for the reason you'd thi-"
>"Yeah yeah, sure."
>Recoome tiptoed away, oddly graceful as he spun like a pinwheel and departed... to the table next to them, quizzing a stunned Cui who tried his darndest to not crack up in the mammoth's presence.
>They looked nowhere but their faces, whites of their eyes bloodshot from panic, legs trembling, silently ruminating on what action(s) to take next. There had to be a dope weaker than Recoome somewhere, and they had to find him fast.
>

Did anyone else watching this feel disturbed yet strangely turned on?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCXFr0CFk30

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>Guess lunch could wait-
>thwlk
>"What the-"
>"Who turned out the lights?"
>"IT'S A TRAP! SAVE YOUR SKINS!"
>click
>"Where'd that idiot go?", Cui pondered, the elephant in the room nowhere to be seen. Rather than build up aimless assumptions, he chalked it up to embarrassment and picked at his fixings.
>Meanwhile, the two co-conspirators were imprisoned, more or less.
>Bound? No. Gagged? Nuh-uh. They were chosen for a select program that required a tinge of treachery, minor incompetence, and a dose of premium paralytics to get into. Question was, where were~ they headed off to, and why was it so cold?
>Escorted in laundry carts, obscured by musty sets of armor, both could only move their eyes, hear the oiled-up wheels pass by many a Frieza Force sanitary advisor. Then, they came to a stop, still broiling in their terror.
>A series of thuds hit the floor, their nostrils polluted no more in but a moment. Oh, what joy, to not have to huff a stranger's jockstrap.
>If they could speak, their demands concerning their whereabouts would still fall on deaf ears, but that didn't rule out the shades of maps that every FF member ran into on the daily.
>As far as they remembered, this corridor was restricted to those who specialized in science, augmentations, and cryogenics. Many joked of the grounds being inundated with ominous happenings, so far as saying that a member is "getting a tune-up" in the event of a prolonged break.
>Poor things, couldn't even giggle.
>"We're in for it now!", the amphibian unsuccessfully uttered.
>The LED lights blared from above, a pair of feet clicking against a steel floor; it was only when those beady eyes emerged the idgits realized who'd 'take care' of them, and he was-
>"Appule!", they fired off internally. How did he find out? They were so careful (not really), but to be under his mercy?
>"Allow me to show you both the fate that awaits all traitors.", he chanted, turning them to a monitor just a few feet away.

>>11254549
Is this show literally just people killing each other in excessively gruesome ways? That seems to be all I ever see of it.

>>11255491
Pretty much. It's like a Teen Superman show with nothing held back in the violence department. Which is kinda realistic cause when super powered people fight each other things are gonna get gruesome. For them, and everyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.

>>11254549
I was more disgruntled at the GotG screwing up, Rex being an exemption. The slight glimpse of belly growth barely made up for it. Do you think that Battle Beast ever ate an enemy combatant whole?

>>11254875
>Strung up by a pair of ceiling-bound tongs, peepers deftly unfurled by eyelid retractors, it hadn't been a moment until they were primed and ready for their "special entertainment."
>Believe it or not, they bore no witness to that blue behemoth's eager maw, but to what was to come from their underhanded ways. Suffice to say, neither of them would depart from those premises, or from their cryogenic tubes...
>Up above, a battalion of grunts painstakingly catalogued the uptick of spoils, some peeved that they couldn't take any trinkets for keeps. Dodoria, of course, kept watch for any petty thieves, keen on making new additions to his 'belt' of sorts.
>Frieza, meanwhile, contemplated on that palm-sized jewel that once belonged to the fallen Bido. His father contended with many a pest who had no right to such powerful objects, especially when they were engraved in dialects imperceptible to generations old and new.
>Perhaps the remnants of that grimy landscape could be of use. Maybe a few could become recruits, if they knew their place.
>"Mm... Zarbon."
>"Yes Milord?"
>"Translate the text on this 'prized' object in the next 5 minutes or I'll demote you to janitorial status immediately."
>"Yes Milord!"
>"Splendid..."
>Suppressing a cough, the little emperor ruminated on dealing with this Bojack fellow, this meager tyrant who sought to take over the galaxy. Who was he to challenge him, to swindle him of his rightful-
>"Milord?"
>"Done so soon? I presumed that you'd be on your knees at this point."
>"Lord Frieza, it appears that the text bears a power capable of sealing up the universe's most powerful being! We must dispose of this at once!"
>"And how do I know your claim is legitimate?"
>"This language, it came from my planet. My kind had the irksome habit of inscribing many an accessory with such incantations, and this one is quite the oddity."
>"I see, save it."
>"I'm sorry?"
>"Did I not make myself clear, or should I incinerate your garb at once?"

>>11257374
>"I- I understand Milord.", the hunk bowed, thoughts of cleaning up after the force taunting his prim and proper head.
>Meanwhile, at the Ginyu Force Compound
>tippity-tap-tap
>beep bop boop
>"Oi've got yah on the ropes, Guldo!", the mophead boasted, he and the shortie neck-and-neck at the latest fighting game money and exclusive perks can bring.
>No, they didn't threaten the owners/beta testers/marketers, at least not personally. Just one whisper of the force's arrival and poof, free games for life, however long that's gonna be.
>"Heh-heh, not so fast Jeice! Let's see if Growler the Mauler can survive this!"
>click click tap
>"Ba-BOOM!"
>As one hi-def television blared the model's defeat, Guldo snickered, smug in not having to resort to stopping time to secure a teensy victory. Despite his merit, he was still lambasted as a cheater in that regard.
>"-swear ya got somethin' under ya gloves!"
>"What'ss up guyss."
>"SOMEBODY HELP ME!", one blue-haired humanoid squealed, wriggling midair.
>"Uh, Burter. Did you forget we have a kitchen like 10 feet away?"
>"Ya really think he'd forget 'bout that?"
>"Whaat? I'll be doone with him ssooon..."
>"Hold on a sec, ain't this yer 6th meal of tha day?"
>"Yeah, ssooo?"
>"Ugh, we've got like, a big-ass banquet on the way! How could you forget that?"
>"That wass tonight?", Burter pondered, rubbing his chin as his captive failed to pry open a finger.
>"Hmm, guesss you're lucky, whoeeverr you arre..."
>"Oh, th-thank our Lord and savior. Thank you for-"
>SNAP
>"Gotcha~, you'll make an exccelleent midnight ssnaack~...", he purred to his paralyzed treat, zipping off to stuff him away then returning to his seated allies.
>"How long untiil it arrivess?"
>ding ding
>whoosh
>creak...
>"Dinner is served!", Recoome shouted, still donning his tutu. He and Ginyu bore the brunt of their grand repast; not from inconvenience, but to flex on the limp-wristed delivery men who don't know a thing about serving up the good stuff with pizazz.

>>11257399
>Sure, it was far past the time to be intermingling with the green leaves, but decades worth of ballet (and strength conditioning) can leave a being as hardy as him in quite the array of vibrant attires.
>And there was Burter being piqued in his usual fashion, who too valued the commitment to punishment. Not in an outlandish way, but the Captain wants what's right for the team.
>THWOONK
>There laid a space ostrich, 5x the size of an earth ostrich, stripped of it's head. Bare skin basted in the finest glaze, coated in spices many a ruler quarreled over for even a single gram, this gargantuan delicacy and sides of the like cropped up once a month, keeping the Ginyus merry and surfeited.
>Well, except for you-know-who, but he was all-the-more appreciative of this grand gesture. No luxury of this capacity met his home planet's top rulers; not that they were herbivores or lacked rugged predators, but his mutation reigned supreme over any semblance of dietary rationality.
>"OO-RAH!", Ginyu ejaculated, waving his thick arms around like a crossing guard, Recoome tossing the sides to their respective seats.
>"Mmmh~..."
>"Croikey, this is a feast's FEAST!"
>"Hold your horses, we've got to say grace men.", Ginyu asked of his troupe, clasping his lavender limbs as everyone followed suit.
>"We thank Lord Frieza for this wonderful meal, for being the bestest ruler ever, and for-"
>"Geez, do we have do this every time we get the good stu- AAAAUGH! LET ME GO!."
>"Not this shite again..."
>Guldo babbled, hung upside down, head facing the denim-hued eradicator's displeased grimace, he licking his flat lips despite Lil Doughy being off limits.
>"C'mon mate, let'im go."
>"I'm starving!"
>Hwhoom!
>Again, Guldo stopped time, squirming, jerking, littering the air with his rancid pits. Too close to paralyze, vigor draining by the second, he freed himself from Burter's grip, harnessing what remained of his stamina to conjure up a vile get-back before a wheezing fit.

Who are some canon preds or implied preds?

>>11258142
>"PAAAUUHH...", he puffed, climbing back into his seat.
>The things he'd say if he could stop time without so much as straining a muscle...
>Ginyu resumed his prayer, glancing intermittently to ensure that his men followed suit. As he was a verse or two away from completion, he caught wind of the four-eyed shortie meddling with some sides.
>Sure, Burter's the team speedster, but he tends to leave an after-image during his battles, and the veggies from Guldo's plate 'suddenly' changed place.
>"Guldo..."
>"What?"
>"What did we say about keeping to our plates~?"
>"Geez Captain, why are so-"
>"OI! Where's my freakin' steaks?"
>"Burter did it!", Guldo spurted, pointing at the Patsy.
>"Did not!"
>"I saw you do it! I-"
>"You're the one with the fake hiccups 4-eyes! Don't think you're slick!", Recoome remarked.
>"Hmm... Burter."
>"WAIT!"
>BIFF
>"GOUH!"
>Guldo tumbled to the floor, his escape thwarted by Burter's battering ram of a leg.
>"Put in him for ten minutes!", the ginger hallooed, Ginyu nodding in concurrence.
>"No... p-please-"
>Just as snippy as his flop, he felt himself sliding down a slick, slimy esophagus, gut still reeling whilst he failed to catch his breath. Despite his abilities, repugnant hygiene, he found the cavernous chasm to be too revolting for even an eensy sniff.
>His one hope was to paralyze the muscles surrounding him, but the beast man had anticipated it, contracting his insides ever so slightly and caring not for the Green Lump's unrefined jabs.
>There was no stopping the turbulence that came with his teammate's laughter, the spillage of minced cabbage and ostrich. The very trickling of pre-digested goods seeped into his side-eyes, churning the beanbag's stomach, his uniform ever so drenched in a stark red slurry.
>Of all the times to have a watch...
>He tried to climb those murky walls, mumbling about dry cleaners in his trek, yet another guffaw soared out, knocking him back to Square One.
>"Screw this, I need some grub!"
>Splat

>>11259641
There was this giant red alien from Ben 10 (OG or Alien Force I can't remember) that ate this little marshmallow alien on-screen (the creature explains that little one was a peace offering, which Ben disapproved) and Ben turned into that orange cat alien of his, climbed inside the giant guy's mouth, and roughed him up from the inside out to get that lil fellow (who lived somehow) and then told him off.

>>11260463
>How long was it, a minute, two? Just how much ostrich did he need, and why did the stuffing look so plain?
>"Wha- MY CHILI DOGS!"
>splat
>"I WAS SAVING THOSE!"
>He couldn't stand this anymore. His scrumptious slop, drizzling his beady bod, it just wasn't- he had to retaliate, and fast!
>Burter's guard wasn't up, at least, that's what thought, so if he could immobilize his gut muscles then he'd be free in no time! Hopefully his stash could be replenished...
>The lime-bag readied himself, psychic might broiling within, and awaited another giggle, setting those pitch-dark confines at a standstill once he felt a second quake. Now, to hold his breath.
>Huwoop
>Once again, time bent to his will. His tummy, on the other hand, swirled in unbridled disdain, lashing at him for it's constant mistreatment, but he pressed on, worming his way up until he reached the duodenum.
>He thought of sealing it up, mind alight with visions of the flock sniffling at the Blue Hurricane's wake, but where could he pass the blame if that came to be? No grunt could possibly fathom the compound's security code anyways.
>Lungs a-searing, limbs bordering on sore, he arose to the esophagus' peak, scents of roast bird and seasoned steaks wafting into his bitty nostrils. He wanted to cheer, to holler, but he felt his vigor petering out. He needed to breach those lips.
>Sssqqqlllrrttch
>FREEDOM, FREEEEEEEDDOOOOMMM!!!
>"I did it, I'm free!", he ached to wail, but what good would that be without his spoils? He'd slither onto Burter's shoulder, kicking his mug thrice, and snagged whatever goods were within his reach.
>Not even on his missions he held his breath for this long, back door just a tong's reach away. Now to grab it...
>"MMMRRMGH!"
>click
>Finally!
>With a few seconds to spare, slamming one hardy door, he expelled the noxious plumes, haul's risk of confiscation accelerating each second. He needed 5- no, 10 seconds to find a secluded spot before-

>>11262022
>POUND POUND POUND
>CRAP! Here already? Where to go, where to go-
>The door's left corner had torn asunder, mauled by you-know-who's clawed digits. Could he zap him with his lazer eyes, hold him in place?
>No, he couldn't...
>Again, time froze, his saving grace almost toppled as the hybrid was mere inches away from his plump jowls.
>There was little to no marks on him, and he was itching to scrap, for his fist was aimed at the beanbag's tummy, the other hand outstretched, pining to claw at his eyeballs.
>"What now, what NOW!?", Guldo exasperated to no one, ever-so frantic for sanctuary in a landscape he and the force 'cleared out' long ago.
>Therefore, he paralyzed the team, lugging his haul to wherever he pleased. Of course, he sampled the darkened poultry, but not before he tore off his cloth, grumbling about "those stupid gloves" and the Cooler Squadron's "stupid physical."
>Eventually they'd move... in like ten minutes, but it was enough time for him to satiate himself.
>"Suckers."
>chomp
>Hrrlrrp
>"Drrmnt..."
>His nausea resurfaced with a vengeance, downright pummeling his chances to savor his 'righteous' supper. Given his atrocious self-care, it'd be a matter of time until his concentration faltered via expulsion.
>The wise sages of his homeland showed their wrinkled selves in his mind once again, faulting him for his stubborn ways, and again, he heeded not their input, for he was halfway through his serv-
>BLOOOOURGH
>SPLAT
>"Unnnggh..."
>THWOOSH
>"Shiii... CRAPAMOLEY!"
>"Guesss what, you're sstayiing the whoole night, you inssolent runt!"
>"Don't.. compare ME to that MONKEY YOU-"
>GULP
>As Guldo was interned once more, Zarbon and Dodoria made penance for their Lord by serving as his footstools. Meanwhile, a certain prince was nearing the corner, craving to see what has unfolded not long ago.
>"He could be poisoned! I have a chance now!", he raved in that giant forehead of his, brimming with a delight his stoic visage showed not.
>SHHP
>"Hello my-"

>>11262691
>"What the hell?"
>"Is this a dream!?", the prince inquired internally, jaw agape from the change in setting while he and his familiars bowed.
>"Gawking as usual, I see. It seems that you lot haven't refined thine selves, but that is~ expected of your kind."
>"Why you-"
>cough cough
>"Ignore that at once."
>"My Lord, you're, well..."
>"Couldn't watch his back, could you you ingrates."
>"Care to join them, runt?"
>"No Lord-"
>"Too late."
>"Agh!"
>Before he knew it, the so-called fledgling's nose had slammed into the floor, causing the other sentient remnants of Planet Vegeta to stagger back as it shattered on impact. Yet, the 'bookshelf' remained unfinished.
>Everyone else remained where they were, Zarbon whimpering amidst the impromptu construction, Nappa commanded to stay put by the prince despite sharing his sentiments.
>Raditz tried to move, but a fiery throbbing emitted from his brawny limbs, bloody nose muddying any chances to discern his toned calves pressing onto his clavicle. He was then dragged to the throne's right side, mere inches away from Dodoria's hot pink cheeks.
>"Go on, little prince.", he beckoned as he reclined himself.
>Dumbfounded, the (former) prince bumbled at the sight before him, arousing the violet ruler's ire. Scorn noted, the wily simian regained his composure, readying his beady eyes at and only his ruler. He'd divulge the "refurbishment" status of Planet Gorganus; what he, the so-called runt and baldie purloined from it's grandiose palace.
>Perhaps the goods would put him out of his mood, give his hardest workers some luxurious food (portions) for once.
>"What do you think, my Lord?"
>"All useless junk. Send them to the incinerator."
>"But sir-"
>"But nothing Nappa. What good is a planet when their most valued artifact needs their whole population's willpower to even work?"
>"That sure is stupid."
>Thwap
>"ARGH!"
>"You dare speak out of turn, Dodoria?"
>"Forgive my insolence, my Lord!"
>"Do something... p-please..."

>>11236560
So are you juts going to be trapped inside daddys gut forever?

>>11265233
Sounds hot. I love overgrown fetus stiff.

>okay, one girl should be fine. My diet can handle one girl
>split my pants at work today

Why do sluts have to be so goddamn fattening?

>>11263353
>"What was that?", the prima donna snarled to the sentient pretzel's wheeze.
>"Shut the hell up, runt! This is why your power level's lower than Cui's!", Nappa added, cranium a-shimmering with ample buds of sweat.
>"Mhm, why do I keep him around...? Oh well, off you go now."
>"But-"
>"Nappa...", Vegeta urged tentatively, eyelids shaky.
>Although Frieza had a prime chance to add a "houseplant" to the mix, he savored the Saiyans' suffering much more, drinking in the bald ape's inability to turn back during his leave, even more so, with Vegeta seething not long after.
>Meanwhile, at the Ginyu compound...
>"Hey Captain. You think it's a good idea to do the new poses so soon?"
>"Just about. Guldo's scouter's on the fritz."
>"'Hold on a second. We're not sure when he'll come out or whe-"
>"Recoome... come on now. I'm sure we'll find somebody even better than this rat, probably taller and thinner too."
>"I dunno Captain. He came like, waaay far away to be here. Imagine how far we'd have to go to replace him."
>"And risk-"
>chirp chirp
>"HOH!"
>Ginyu mooned the doorway, spread eagle in anticipation for the untimely telegram. Somehow he was upright, zooming to the unlocked entrance, Recoome and the others to follow.
>"Gentlemen, we have a letter!"
>"Who'ss it from?"
>"Let's see here, uh- LORD FRIEZA!"
>Recoome chitters like a schoolgirl, blushing as he cupped his cheeks. Jeice raised his fist in the air like he usually does, Burter's vivacious bow somewhat hindered by the eensy prisoner.
>Ginyu's peepers went alight, vibrating in fiery anticipation as he tapped away at the tube-like device, his men buzzing with joy. Suddenly, a hologram fizzled into their Lord's visage, his cowl smooth as ever despite his condition.
>After one riveting commendation they prepared to hunker down, Ginyu zapping at Guldo's bedding, still singed after reading the pudge-ball's diary entry about how awesome the Crusher Corps were.
>But his other men didn't need to know that, did they...

>>11265586
>Several hours later, Burter awoke to fetch his 'snack,' scratching at his still puffy belly. He'd drag the battered grunt to one tech-chic kitchen, setting him on the counter as he retrieved an assortment of grains and fruits.
>He'd try and squeeze his gut, only for it to remain still, much to his chagrin. That little cheater! No matter, it's not like he had a light bladder, unlike his mother; how she moaned about his relentless writhing before the 2nd tri-
>Strange, he hadn't thought of her troubles until now; just the many smacks to his face. It's not his fault she couldn't meal plan for shi-
>Maybe it was time to let Guldo out. If he can mess with his head like that then his body was free for the taking! Stubborn as he is, he's got to give, but when? Burter's ilk didn't take blockages well, but he was a mutant, and he always tested those waters.
>"Keh! He'll be sswill before he'll puull that sstunt~."
>"Mrmmgh, MRMGH!"
>"Shh! Don't worry, yoou'll eat too.", he whispered loudly, patting his 'guest' on the head.
>thud thud
>"Guuh... jusst a ssecond, I gotta take a leeak.", he muttered, rubbing his twitchy tum.
>A few minutes later, he returned, ignoring grunt number #8452's muffled pleas in his need to feed, gathering the grains and bulbous delicacies. Rather than utilize the stove, he shot a few short ki blasts in the now full bowl, humming as a grin grew on his smooth face.
>In a flash, he snagged a mixing spoon and swiftly whisked away until a reddish-beige slurry had come to fruition. Then he grabbed a funnel, shoved it down #8452's shuddering lips and prepared his late-night treat.
>"STRRRP!"
>Loose lips sink ships, and this little piggy's snide remark about Ginyu's trademark pose had cost him his entire fleet, literally. Who was he, to mess with the Peking Order?
>He tried to hold him off, but the beast man caught hold of his maw, chuckling at his futile struggle. A considerable glutting bulged from within, straining against his uniform-

>>11266635
>-every waking second gouging at his fragmenting psyche, every woeful cry of his sent to the wayside.
>Still, Burter crooned on and on; his sharp eyes boring into this nobody's noggin. This nobody who never thought that his planet would be destroyed by a wrathful entity, who wished to escape, and die peacefully on a deathbed surrounded by his loved ones.
>Maybe he was better off bursting all over the floor...
>CLUNK
>"All done!"
>"Mmrrr..."
>"Goodie~, yoou kept it all iin...", Burter beamed, elongating his neck to gobble up his turkey. The former tried to turn his head, but his life force was shot, curiosity snuffed out by a single sliver of hope that was his distress signal made seconds before his capture.
>Which was indubitably intercepted by one of his so-called friends whom had a bias towards his lambasting of the one- THE ONLY- CAPTAIN GINYU!
>A putrid warmth enveloped the mook's head, slithering to his scrunched up eyes, then trailed down to his heaving neck, and eventually his chest, his last sight of the surface spent in utter panic.
>Never had the speedster not took pleasure in their pitiful whimpers, their hopes and dreams dissolving immediately. How he relished in serving a ruler that saw potential in his vulgar adaptations, instead of casting him aside.
>Even with the sudden circumference the (somewhat) slim slayer drunk in #8542's whole being, earning a rabbling from below. Big Blue, in nightwear suiting his namesake (cap included), headed on back to his quarters, satisfied as always until a rumbling severed his peace of mind.
>"What nooww..."
>A deafened lurch emitted in that murky cage of his, leaving him to roll his eyes as another dummy couldn't keep down a good meal. Yet, he was certain that 4-Eyes had learned his place at this point, caressing his loaded gut as his eyes grew weary.
>His bed was 20ish paces away, but the couch was so, so close... then again, who was he to let his captain down, especially now?
>"Heh, sswiill indeed..."

>>11266955
>Six hours later
>RING RING RING
>bzzt
>"Aaaaaah-TEN-SHUN!"
>"Rohll call already?", Jeice uttered, wiping his crimson eyelids.
>"I'm ssoo huuungrrry..."
>"Didn't ye have yer snack?"
>"Of coursse I-"
>URRRLPTCH
>SPLAT
>Cough cough!
>"What the..."
>"MY TUTU!"
>Hornswaggled, Recoome and the others sat frozen in shock, his attire bombarded with the grunt's grain-addled remains, confusion turning into rage as Ginyu roared at-
>"GUUUULDDOOOOO!!!"
>He soared out of bed, broiling in absolute fury and heart-patterned boxers. A violet aura encapsulated the leader, sizzling the reinforced bedframe until he shot into the sky, zapping at anything that was the slightest bit green.
>"That little drongo's guhnna know his place, that's fohr shoure!"
>"Frieza, h-handed this to me himself, right after he-"
>"Oi, Burter! Quit bein' a slowpoke and get goin'!"
>"I'm tryiing, but-"
>GGRRRRRGGLL
>"Crikey, he's really down in'tha pits. The hell do'we give him now!?"
>"Hmm..."
>"Recoome!"
>"I know! We have those food packs I won fair and square from Dodoria! I'm sure they're okay."
>"Guyss, I thiink I'm done forr-"
>"Roight, you soak em' and I'll-"
>"Goodbye!"
>"WAIT!"
>Recoome soared through the ceiling, littering Jeice's hair with debris, his ears seeping with his friend's wavering breaths. No choice left, the twunk scrambled to the kitchen, cursing as he went.
>"Foikin shit fer brains, fohrgeting the protocol. Hell did'e leave it ahnyways?"
>As he rummaged through the sleek cupboards, the others scoured one lifeless landscape, lighting up any and all poor bushes until a certain somebody wailed in the distance.
>They lunged in a downward spiral, a lone space hippo cornering the rat until it's neck was snapped in a synchronized stomp by the superior brawns. All that trouble, and Guldo could've trained to read Ginyu's mind in adva-
>"PLEASE DON'T PUT ME BACK! I'M SORRY! I'LL DO ANY-THIIIING!"
>"You promise?"
>SNIFF
>"Yeah...", he whimpered.
>"Recoome, get your tutu."
>"WHAT!?"

>>11267585
>And so, the not so alluring trio made their way back to base, Recoome hauling the green hippo, Guldo in the Captain's hold. Meanwhile, Jeice was on Jumbo Rehydratable Steak Dinner #8, zipping back to the sink then a tray then Burter then back to the sink while cursing Guldo then another tray then sweeping up the room for punctuality's sake and-
>"Wot's this now?"
>Gwwwrrbll...
>"Oh, roight. Don't move a muscle ohr I'm nabbing yer choco parfaits mate!", Jeice hollered, hoping that his pal wasn't beyond saving.
>"Hurry uuup..."
>"Whaddayah think I'm doin you-"
>KRA-KOOM
>"We're home!"
>"Look what we go- I mean who we found."
>"Pffffft- AHAHAHAHHAH! THIS IS SOME FUNNY SHITE! Burter, look!"
>"Eeeeww, my hand's all sticky."
>"Wha- EEEEK! The hippo's gone!"
>"Now it burns...", the dancer whined, tearing off his nightshirt to scrape off snake slobber.
>"At least give him a heads up you smooth brained neanderthal!"
>BONK
>"URGH!"
>"That's bold coming from you, Guldo, or should I say- BETRAYER!"
>"Geez, I only took some food. It's not like I'm sympathizing with those monkeys-"
>"Don't you DARE say such a thing in this house ever again!"
>"Drongos loik you should'ah been left to rot..."
>"Uh, should I leave-"
>Fhhllrssh
>Native quadruped 1/4 ways dissolved, Recoome promptly en pointed to the kitchen, he and Jeice taking no eye off of the reclined teammate, whereas Burter relished his gargantuan breakfast, licking his lips as his stomach broke Big Green down.
>OURP
>"Captain, II've got room for moore! Pleeasse bring him oover!"
>"No! That's too good for him. Besides, we've got other plans~..."
>"But-"
>"Oi, don't get all flabby so soon, mate. We won't leave yah out."
>"That's- HURP- great!"
>BWWRRLPTCH
>"Guldo, for your treacherous acts, your first part of forgiveness is being Burter's butler, understand?"
>"Nuh- Nngh, Y-Yes Captain..."
>"And yer startin' by rubbing his tum."
>"Ghhk! Greeeat..."
>"Ooh~, do I get my oown bell?"
>"Please don't-"
>"Sure you do, mate!"

>>11265523
Fuck that's a good pic

>>11267841
Glad we're up and running folks

>"You can't do this!", he squealed, clutching his greasy fists.
>He sought to protest, seeking not to be a subject to detest, and so he'd attempt to perform an apology dance to curry their favor, but that only resulted in the others' unmistakable disapproval.
>He quickened the pace, huffing and puffing away, but Ginyu tore off the grand insignia from his tattered armor, not even partaking in a mournful plie nor a solemn glance.
>After a check-up on the itinerary, the non roly-polys found that there were no planets to decimate, meaning-
>scrub scrub scrub
>"Oh yeeah... right therre...", Burter chirped, his neck swaying side to side as he got a free spa sesh without having to leave his bed.
>"Geez, do I have to rinse your gut, you're already done with that hip-"
>"So~ you wanna be Vegeta's butler instead, is that~ what I'm hearing?"
>"C-Captain!"
>"Get a move on Servo! You've got a roast to tend to also!"
>"C'mon..."
>"Oh! Don't forrget the dry cleeaning!"
>"Okay, but-"
>"Servo's" gripes were cut short by Jeice's piercing glare, the Red Magma's vengeful visage puzzling yet stalling 4-Eye's pouts amidst Ginyu's additional delegations.
>"Hmph, pretty boy must've been mad about his steaks.", he'd presume, drinking in his indignation.
>Several hours + time-stops later
>ring ring
>"Oh Guldo~... where'ss my rooasst?"
>huff... huff...
>"Guldo~..."
>ring ring
>"In a second!"
>THWOOSH
>"Iss it ready noow?"
>"It needs time to cool."
>"How loong!"
>"Like, 10 minutes."
>"I can't waait that long."
>"Go on a run or something, I dunno."
>"Already did."
>Siiigh...
>"OOH! How aboout you tap dancce?"
>"I'm not gonna-"
>GRRRRRGL
>Another shoddy performance later, Guldo nearly fainted until-
>DING
>Rather than gobbling his brunch whole, Burter tore at the roast's succulent breast, his clawed hands effortlessly carving half of it with ease. He'd then munch at it's lowest point, careful to not stain his uniform during his indulgence.

Got any fave preds?

>>11274794
>He'd then nibble at its middle, ensuring that his meal wasn't raw (not that it'd hurt him he just didn't prefer his meat that way), slurping its surplusage of fine herbs and fast-acting marinades.
>Then he'd pluck at its purplish skin, peeling the supple adipose from its deep plum dermis-
>"Just hurry up already!"
>"Mmm~..."
>"Don't make me shove it down your throat!"
>pound pound
>crash
>"HELP ME! HEEEEEELP!!!"
>"Crap, another grunt got loose again. Guys, Guys!"
>"Hmm, too lean."
>"Well it sure as hell not going to waste! Eat it now or I'll shove it down your throat!"
>"You ssure you want to trry that agaain?"
>"Don't forgot how I got out in the first place."
>"And yet yoou're the one who'ss on par with Dodoria'ss figure."
>"And I don't see you being able to stop ti-"
>Guldo was held by his scruff once again, fearing another sweltering voyage. Was this his end, for real, or would Burter split him down the mid-
>He felt himself get jerked back, no time to catch his breath, and got flung through the window, one barren ground and plenty of shattered glass to break his fall. Meanwhile, the aforementioned speedster dusted off his hands and retired to a sleek table, the first grunt of the day's remnants pelted with dark mush.
>Serviceable wasn't the term he'd use to describe his platter, and having to teach Guldo its proper composition would be a pain, but as long as he ate, it wouldn't be such a bother.
>He'd look on as the 'meal' was dragged back inside, elated that the fatso hadn't thought to douse his prey in pure grime. After hog-tying the poor sap, he fanned away the glass shards that punctured Guldo's figure, shaking him mid-air in case he hid a fragment under his unkempt uniform.
>But that wasn't enough, for he stripped one oversized plushie of it's cloth and sent the servant to don his new fit before they could proceed. Then he shook him again for good measure, finding only some skin mags he snagged from Jeice's drawer.
>"Uh, I can expla-"

>>11280194
>"I ssee you're weeeding out the distractionss, nice work.", he jubilantly noted, whizzing away to hide the badunkadonks before setting Guldo down.
>Subsequently, he showed him the ropes to getting a good fill, popping up in the 'pupil's' sights just enough to keep him out of breath. Plus, the overgrown sprout was too displeased with the very thought of even touching a grunt, gagging at his very sight.
>Who was he to mingle with fodder, let alone be an errand boy to his team? He just wanted to tear himself out of that cheap suit and- oh yeah, the Big Boy's busy stirring; wouldn't hurt to crank it while his 'food's' still squirming.
>And look, he stuck those nudies to the ceiling. Where did the captain leave the ladders...
>"-owl pleasse."
>"Uurngh... the smell..."
>"You'll get ussed to it. Hand it oover."
>"I th-think I'm gonna-"
>Guldo feigned a slip, sheathing his mug as he held his breath yet again. In that blip of time, he rushed outdoors, seeking the coveted hardware amidst the others partaking in a test of endurance that was deadlifting incapacitated space cows (Recoome obviously faring well).
>Once the shed was close, that scorching sensation began to bloom in his tiny being, albeit not as smoldering as last time. He'd rush to the lone ladder, then to the kitchen, eager to peek at some xeno funbags whence he reached the steel summit.
>There, right above Burter's thick crest, he'd snatch them all up, giddy like a dog at the park until-
>"NO WAY!"
>The pages, th-they were gone! Not one ounce of buxom bosoms or ripe, succulent buns were spared. Unknowingly, he sunk to the ground, bewildered at such a waste of goodies amidst the now salivating teammate's vision.
>"You jusst don't learn, don't yoouu...?"
>"I-I-"
>"Hmph, I guesss that sspoiled brat won't be neeeding a butler anytiime sssoon..."
>Lil Suito tried everything in his power to collect his breath, close his mouth even, but the Blue Hurricane's cheery glare snuffed his spirits, his gusto, his-

>>11242238
Never thought I'd see him again.

>>11236560
...Huh. Was not expecting any sort of biology lesson here of all places

>>11265523
KAMIYUU

>>11284681
I may not be that big into DB vore, or even DB porn in general, but I respect the grind. Keep up the good work, soldier.

where the hell do you guys find all the decent stuff for this thread

>>11288938
I'll sure keep on marching on.

>>11284681
>CRCK
>"Ghrrk!"
>Again, he hung in the air, his tiny feet kicking away as his blubbery throat simmered betwixt a coarse, broad hand.
>One discordant twinge, even a slight puncture from Burter's grip can send Guldo straight to HFIL, not to mention the lack of healing chambers by their compound, but this little piggy wouldn't go down so easy.
>Burter wrapped him up in what appeared to be yellowish strips of finely cured ham, the product being a delicacy to all reptile kind (yes, even the Frost Demons), and squirted some ketchup on his bulbous head.
>The grunt trembled as his captor paced towards him, his panic increased tenfold upon realizing that the miniature gentlemen wasn't going to be the big lug's appetizer, but his last meal...
>Many of the fallen would've anticipated that fatso to join them, but this humanoid wriggled in his bindings, mortified that his mis-smuggling of FF vault treasures had come to this.
>To rid any inconveniences, the captor unwound his legs, then tied them together, adding weights while the Chili Dog Slayer's head turned purple. Once he jerked his head about, begged about forgiveness and "second chances," his answer came with the sentient pile of mucus being slathered in stuffing...
>"Open up~, or I'll rrip out your gutss insstead."
>No bluff to be discerned, his haggard cowl trickled by sauce and saliva, he had no choice but to unhinge his maw. The ketchup did nothing to sheath the putrid stench, Grunt #9295 reeling at-
>"VOMIT! WHY DOES HE TASTE LIKE VOMIT!?", he screeched as Guldo's head breached his thyroid. Guldo showered earlier if you're wondering.
>Gagging, almost on the verge of adding to the musk, his race's gift was now a bane, cries now going out in vain. His meal was yet to settle, the forearm that too breached his throat now reaching for a funnel.
>"Ooooh... p-please, I'm already f-full..."
>scllrtch
>"URHK- Stthhpp..."
>glrp glrp glrp...

>>11290516
>A teardrop trickled down his cheek, dreams of his uncle opening a come one come all inn ever so bleak.
>His uniform sagged, its seams stretching up to the point where several holes began to crop up. All the while, his tormenter hummed, tapping his feet as droplets of his saliva continued to pelt the poor clod.
>"Let'ss ssee if that grouch iss up to ssnuff~."
>glrp glrp glrp...
>"Errhm brrgrrng yrrrr..."
>Slllrssh
>COUGH COUGH
>"How wonderrful! I don't hhave to cleean up again!"
>"Cuh- Come on... I gotta be- o-of some use somehow..."
>"Toh-hoh-hoh! You ssilly gruntss, alwayss being sso sslow~."
>Big Blue took hold of Grunt #9295's shoulders, extending his neck to ensure that Guldo wouldn't slither out. When no gargling reached his hollow ears, he removed the weights and restraints, his hunger now left to abate.
>"Oh, almosst forgot.", he chirped, basting the poor sod in reddish fruity remnants.
>Now that the stuffed 'roast' was fully prepared, Burter ensnared 'it' once more, lifting him until they were eye-to-eye. He'd open up, downing his head in one go, yet he'd root around his cranial circumference, savoring every hint of flavor.
>"PleaseletthisbeacruelCRUELprankPLE-"
>#9295 felt his rigid chest reach the apex of his captor's throat, his hopes now reaching a new low. Perhaps his bump would, oh, the bump did nothing; well, maybe if he kicked wildly he'd, ah...
>Lunch now nestled in his tum, Burter licked his lips, strolling to the couch as the dope prodded from within. Settled, resting his arms behind his neck, he'd look at his belly, basking in his lurid delights.
>How it pulsated at every angle, any form of contact having his prey lurch back, his custom chest plate's resistance withstanding each protrusion. If only it could go on forever...
>Sure, Ginyu would be hard-pressed in finding a replacement, but the universe holds countless beings, many of which more worthy than that newbie.
>CRUNCH
>Frrrssh...
>Off went the butler on an indefinite leave...

What do you all consider your favorite form of vore? Oral or anal? Hard or soft? Or is there something else you enjoy?

...Sorry for all the questions, but it's looking a little dry here and I got nothing on hand, so...

>>11294961
Easily oral and soft.

>>11294961
Anal and hardish??
Hard is biting and chewing right, so it's difficult to do with Anal, but I still want a wet greasy painful digestion.

>>11295107

>>11295108

>>11295110

>>11295111

>>11295112

>>11295044
I mean, it's not impossible to explain hard anal vore as like... intestinal contractions, instead of biting, right?

>>11296227
Hard anal is a delta p incident

>>11297403

>>11297404

i drew a chubby boy indulging~

>>11297727
do you have an account people can follow?

@s0bersketch on twitter,
sobersketch on pixiv & furaffinity

>>11298528

>>11293487
>"Mm... I'll ssure the captain wouldn't miind his abssce-"
>"Oi..."
>"Ghhk- uh... heyy Jeice. Pleassurre to ssee you sso ssooon~. I've been, uh, tossing out ssome old foo-"
>"Cut the crap. I know ye gobbled up Guldo."
>"Whaaat? I did no ssuch thing! Perhapss you worked out too haard! Sspeaking of working out, we sshould-"
>"You've done us'a big favor mate. He didn't want to be'a part of the team anyways."
>"You're joking."
>"This ain't no time to joke, mate. Luhk, I found this snippet from that stupid diary of his, an' it doesn't luhk good for the team if we evah get in a snag.", he alleged, passing on the burnt excerpt to Burter. Once he finished reading, he smirked, sighing contentedly as he passed back the rumpled note.
>"Lookss like we've got recrruitiing to do~..."
>"We sure do mate. Now uh, what kind'a covah story are we guhnna stir up if the cap'n's not feelin' too cheery?"
>"Hmm... gimme a sec."
>"Whuh- OH HELL!"
>Not even 3 seconds passed and Burter had already plunged his forearm down his slick, supple throat, feeling around for any remnants of that doughball's attire, sending a torrent of chills down the Red Magma's spine.
>The second most passable for a human gawked at the sight, startled yet mesmerized at his best mate's intricate finesse.
>Sure, he was wider than that log of a limb, but if a mission went rough and no predators weren't allowed then-
>Ooorrrltch
>sshhlrsh
>"Eh, thiss tie will do."
>"Alroight.", he'd answer, plastered with a worrisome gaze.
>"Wait, why's yer hand covah'ed in green sludge mate?"
>"What the-"
>Pop
>"Huh, so he's still kickin' somehow..."
>"Guh, my uvula..."
>HRRP
>BLEGH
>Splat
>"That's his meaty bits! Crush it 'fore he becomes whole mate!"
>"Urrh..."
>"URGH! I'll do it me-self then!"
>ZAP ZAP ZAP
>crmbl
>"HOR HOR HOR!"
>"YE GOT SOME NOIRVES DRONGO!"
>ZAP
>Szzl
>SCREE
>"Foinally ye- hey, get yer head back in the game, mate! His head's still left!"
>"Where did he... go off to...?"
>Several yards later
>"G-Get off!"

>>11290373
Eka's Portal is where I go. I'm an old head there and my autism gives me a high Special Defense stat against cringe.

>>11294961
Cock vore all the way. I love anal and oral too, but my balls crave people.

>>11297727
>>11298326
Damned fine work, keep up the great stuff

>>11301322

>>11300034
Understood. Will take a look around there and see if I can add more to the thread

>>11299413
>"Recoome I made sure it's- what in Frieza's name!?", Ginyu gasped, tossing aside their impromptu weights while the former whimpered.
>Splrtch
>"I-It stinks! Like Guldo."
>"What!?"
>Ginyu reached for the muck, yet his attempt to free Recoome only made the pile of goop constrict his face even further. Ginyu could only watch as it slithered into his beefy underling's cranial orifices, knowing full that any headshot bore a fair chance of felling the Bringer of Doom.
>"Crap, this isn't good.", he muttered while everyone else locked on to the egregious sight, Burter's mug darkened by a tinge of embarrassment.
>Readying themselves, Jeice kept his piehole shut as to not irritate the captain. He knew too well how he could get when a mission got muggy, observing his superior's distinct absence of aloofness.
>The ambient lot studied their afflicted comrade, itching to restrain him in hopes that they (mostly Ginyu) would serve their Lord with a full set of men at His call. They knew how He'd get if He seemed similar to his bro-
>WHAM
>"URNGH!"
>"Captain!"
>"Quick, hit hiss-"
>Pop
>"Where'd he-"
>Ginyu was met with a kick to the head, sending him careening towards the downed wildlife. Jeice rushed to zap 'Recoome,' only for his target to vanish from his sight and stomp Burter in the back.
>The afflicted held his breath once again, only to reappear mid-air. Rather than an Eraser Beam, he chose to assail the force with a barrage of ki blasts in the hopes of scarring their ugly faces.
>The landscape, and by extension the compound's rear was alight, inhabitants nowhere in sight. They were hiding somewhere... he was sure of it, but where... There was no bush in sight, their scouters offline!
>Suddenly, a picture of honkers blocked his glare, the ample double-deckers shortly followed with plump, ribbed thighs drenched in oil-
>'Recoome' drifted to the "goodies," his face malforming as another set of eyes cropped up, smooth-shaven chin now riddled with bumps.

God I’m tempted as fuck to comm art of myself as a voracious pred. But I’m not sure which artists would be cool with drawing IRL people as preds. Even if said IRL person was myself.

>>11305918
good luck, anon

Is /d/ overall dying? I've noticed a bunch of threads are starting to see less activity overall

>>11304195
Bless this guy, he's almost single handedly carrying male mini giant art

>>11300063
You wanna gobble up men, too?

>>11197416 (OP)
Anyone have any characters in mind who are perfect for being preds or had the perfect opportunities to gobble up some worthy prey?

>>11310914
Dunno if you're still here but Roman Torchwick would be perfect. Have him take care of Team RWBY once and for all.

>>11311426
Still around for now. Don't know anything about RWBY. I'd like to know your reasoning.

>>11305349
>Eh, maybe he knocked those airheads out for now, unless...
>Predictably, he ceased from respiring, re-scanning the area, compound and groups of wildlife, the parasite gleeful that the bumbling beefcake was dutiful with his respiratory exercises.
>Those luscious limbs, toned and plump, glided away from his vision, farther and farther to one desolate ground until that very vixen surfaced, emerging from a mini travel ship now disarmed of its cloaking capabilities.
>"Mngh, come to Daddy~.", he vulgarly demanded as he descended to the fine femme, drinking in her lascivious gestures, sure that any muscle with her would be a piece of cake.
>Given that no native predators were being picked off, he was sure that the Blue Hurricane either picked off the remaining force, or was recuperating with the debatably concussed captain.
>Now to claim his prize...
>"You're looking mighty bree- I mean beautiful Miss Pargula. I'm a captain, you know, and with that comes big~ rewards. Want some wine and crackers, sweet cheeks?"
>"I'll have to pass.", she snidely rejected in that gravelly diction that only belonged to-
>"Ginyu! You sick bas-"
>'Recoome' was cut off by a barrage of tranq darts puncturing his hardened obliques, each dermal poker sapping at his diaphragm. He tried to buy some time but "Pargula" shoved a claw down his throat, "Ginyu" forced to watch that wretched demon ruin the most perfect manicure.
>As Pargula's spirit kicked itself for not insisting on a more tactical escort, a stop for gas, she'd watch herself suppressing the detestable mutant with her voluptuous thighs, the remaining captors lacing him with more darts until he fell to his knees.
>She'd watch as her arm was suddenly forced down the hulk's gullet, the fluffy haired Brenchian and cobra hybrid striking his stomach. She'd then hear a gurgle, gazing at a sickening ripple that threatened her limb even further as a malodorous ooze slithered out of his head.

>>11311452
I'm not exactly the essay type so I'll just keep it simple. Loved this snarky dick everytime he was on-screen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tL5VZMBozg

>>11309118
Artist? That lone mark of his prey makes this feel like the beginning of a series, and by the end, bro'll be packing a massive ass, adorned with little marks of his prey's faces

>>11313516
This guy https://x.com/bumbleblues2
That pic is a one-off and he draws a lot of furry stuff.

>>11198593
I love preds lying about vore.

I know this isn't really the place for it, but I've had trouble finding anything in my own searches; does anyone have recomendations for a vore artist who'd take commissions for a comic of several pages and who'd be good at the style of Aggressive Retsuko or something close to it?(Animal Crossing is very close, for example)

Haida will be pred (male pred very on topic)

>>11314722
any more examples?

>>11315128
I don't think I have any with male preds.

>>11259641
Necalli from Street Fighter 5 and Fukuro from Fairy Tail come to mind.

Anyone have any vore pics from Gayskeletonart?

>>11316323
shit. understandable though, male preds are more niche

Is anal vore allowed on these threads or not? I kinda forgot

>>11320919
OP did say all forms of vore are welcome as long as the pred is male.

Slop tests
https://catbox.moe/c/1w4r3k

Does anybody remember a 2 part vore image of Yousuke Koiwai from Yotsubato? I can't find it anymore, but in the first picture he's sleeping with a full woman in him, and the 2nd image he's fat from digesting her. I think it was called "Yousuke is a straight DILF" or something along those lines on ekas.