Inside of the Otter Fur Coat(POV. Vore teaser story)
This was part of a small series i did a year or so back, POV of various predator's gobbling up folks in various ways, while short the effect can be dramatic, in this case taking a persons recenlty gobbled up self inside the otter fur coat, in some respects it can cover for those of you who wanna see more vore in the other stories I do where its glossed over at this point. as the first of the project it is the most focused of them
**Inside of the Otter Fur Coat
A Pov Teaser Short story**
The stomach interior was dark, the smooth linging tingling my skin to the touch, thick muscles coated and recoated by the slimy mucous like stomach goo, the foul mixture carressing my form. I feel my body slipping into the bottom, sagging, a hundred and a half pounds of meat . My legs kicked a few times in his gullet, feeling the undulations squeeze, smoother, and slime with the thick drool mixed with mucous that protects such a cruical organ each small bump on the passage rubbing against my spine and flesh, making my bones tremble in rising terror, the sound so muffled from above I only realized his jaws closed by the added heat on my splayed toes still at the back of his maw..
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I slide in slowly, feeling the stomach resist a bit then give at my firm bulk, helped by gravity i sink down. The gooy surfaces bouncing and twisting me with each of his breaths, my head no longer can really tell what way is up, twisting my shoulders and bucking a bit gets me nowhere.., the slow swllows drag the rest of my form in , slithering almost like a snake into the fetid confines of the mustilid gut. Each inhaltion he makes gives me just enough room to take a breath, before the stomach again collapses on me, its walls making small swirling motions, rubbing into my flesh... but it has hardly begun.
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Gallows digestive process hadn't even started yet, his stomach had flushed from before, just like he said, his taunting words about me getting to enjoy the full orchestra of his organic recycling center all to true. If not for the terror pulsing in my ears, my heart racing, my skin crawling.. it wouldn't be so bad, the stomachs, muscles starting to slowly compact me, pressing me into a compact ball.. forcing my knees to my chest while i lay there on my side, shins pressing out against the otters tummy. His stomach wraped, my knees and cranium the only parts of me making an outline in the otterfur bulge outside. The murky acrid smell starting to invade my nostrils as my face rubbed against the stomach walls, feeling the goo slip against the flesh so slowly. The firmness of his torso and taut belly kept my squirming from jiggling his belly much at all.
His body clenched around me, twisting, and then i felt the slow process begin, the burning all over, my pulse raced, the smell of my own sweat mixed with everything else in this form fitting coffin. I just whimpered, feeling his fingers stroking over my bulge, pressing against my cranium with such casual predatory comfort.... Things would only get worse.