Well, I've got better things to do than pick through every last pile of rubble for survivors, so I'm certain there'll be some. Once I've had enough to eat and caused enough destruction to satisfy myself, I'll just sleep off my meal then stomp over to another city...

Sometimes "chatting or flirting with a vore pretext" leads to something that you might call RP. That's always nice when it happens naturally. But it's all about the vibes and the approach. Opening with "do you RP?" is like using "do you wanna fuck?" as a pickup line, feel me?

Complicated. Especially since "RP" kinda means different things to different people. I don't have enough free time to compose novels anymore. But I do like chatting or flirting with a vore pretext.

What I *don't* like is when a stranger approaches me with the ol' "do you want to RP?" Yawn.

Oh toooootally. Not at all to imprison them in a little bubble full of cum, or to rib a condom for her pleasure, definitely nothing of the sort.

This is what happens when I get sick, my posts become worse and worse

What the fuck

How's that look

It's a respiratory illness... I have an iron stomach, believe me 😅

Having fun in there, little guy? You know, if you nut, you're gonna have to spend the rest of your life not only being digested, but soaking in your own cum the entire time it's happening. But that probably just gets you off more. Freak. Must be humiliating, gooning yourself to death in my stomach 🤣

You wanna be that twink sooooo bad 🌀

Would I? More often than not I'm doing that at least once a day 😋