Vore And Digestion Novels & Stories

It wasn't shiny and neither was it rich. John stuffed his meat in his throat as it seemed to not digest freely. He held his throat like he desired to strangle himself. There and then, Maria instantly rushes over to John as she hits her hand at his back, thus forcing him to cough out what fears Maria greatly. He spat out living worms in their great number and just then, he glanced at the meat he just ate from, he saw as Margots had already begun to consume it, crawling in and out and creeping over the surface of the plate. He looks around the table as more moving objects caught the attention from the side of his eyes. He looked over and saw that the vegetables which were viridescent and had

Okay here goes nothing. “Don’t I look yummy?” I ask. Please don’t rip my head off. I take a bite of the apple and hold it in my mouth. As the right head come down I jump into his throat. I slide down and land on what has to be his stomach. Jove-Well this is gross and we better hurry before we get digested. Me-I’m moving. I eat the apple in my mouth and take another bite holding it.. Jove- You understand the digestive system of a dog?

It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would. The light left his eyes, and he waveredon his feet in front of me. Most people never survived the soulsucking process. I was surprised that he did. He wouldn’t last much longer without it though. It would be a waste to just let him rot inwards out, without expelling a bit more anger. Why not have a bit of fun with him? I sank my talons into his throat, and pulled with minimal effort. It was amazing how quickly his body relinquished his trachea. I wondered how fast I could disembowel him.