{discussion} Favorite size for prey in vore?

Personally I enjoy a character that’s about 5-8 inches tall, because at that size it takes a but longer then usual to swallow them (at the size of 5’8) and just to be specific I am going to write a more detailed scenario of what I personally love, and why 5-8 inches is the *perfect*** **size.

I place just place them on the center of my tongue. The surface beneath them is not smooth; it is covered in thousands of those tiny, rough papillae that scrape against your skin like countless miniature fingers. The tongue heaves beneath them, a powerful muscle that sends waves of pressure through their tiny frame. Of course I eventually tilt my head back, and the world tilts with me. The light from the room vanishes as my lips seal around whoever is unlucky to have been caught, plunging them into a sweltering, humid darkness.

The first swallow is NOT a smooth slide, but realistically a violent (sexy) assault. The tongue presses upward with terrifying force, shoving their five inch body against the hard, ridged roof of my mouth. And.. CRUNCH. The pressure is immediate and catastrophic. Your ribs would begin to buckle under the sheer muscular strength of the tongue as i force them backward toward the throat. You are not sliding; you are being crushed into the opening of the esophagus..! And this is what I looooveee about it gooood..

GULP. The pharyngeal muscles constrict around you like a vice. The opening is too narrow for a five inch form to go down whole, and as i force you down, the muscles begin to snap bones. You can likely hear the wet, splintering sound of your own skeleton breaking as the throat muscles clamp down to force you past the epiglottis. The pain is terrible! a screaming agony that fills your entire consciousness as your shoulder blades crack and your spine bends at impossible angles to accommodate the passage.

The descent through the esophagus is a prolonged nightmare of peristaltic violence. But thankfully it’s not a fall or a slide; it is a slow, grinding journey through a living tunnel of muscle. Each contraction each wave of peristalsis is designed to push you downward, but because of your size and the resistance of breaking bones, it becomes a meat grinder. SQUELCH. GLUCK. The walls of the esophagus are slick with mucus and saliva, but they are also impossibly strong. They squeeze you with enough force to pulp flesh. Your legs are snapped off at the hips by the relentless pressure; your pelvis shatters into fragments that pierce through your own organs from the inside.

You are being reduced to a mass of broken bone and torn sinew while still alive purely for sexual pleasure in my end. Or magic since I like doing more fantasy based rps. The passage is so tight that every movement you make triggers a fresh wave of crushing contractions. You would most definitely feel your lungs collapsing under the pressure, each breath a wet, gurgling struggle as saliva fills your throat. The heat is absolute a wet, suffocating furnace that cooks you as it crushes you. The sound is deafening: the wet sloshing of my internal fluids, the rhythmic thumping of my heart echoing through the walls like a super drum, and the constant, grinding noise of your own body being pulverized.

As you approach the lower esophageal sphincter the gateway to the stomach the pressure reaches its crescendo. The muscle here is thick and unyielding. With one final, monumental GULP, the sphincter opens just enough to force your mangled remains through. The force of the contraction sends a final shockwave through your body, snapping what remains of your spine and sending fragments of bone shooting through your torso like shrapnel.

You crash into the stomach with a wet, heavy THUD. But you are no longer a man or woman, assuming you were stupid enough to ever consider yourself anything but food. You have become a grotesque, unrecognizable slurry of broken bone fragments, torn muscle fibers, and ruptured organs. You land in a churning, acidic lake of gastric juices that immediately begins to hiss as it touches your exposed insides. The stomach walls massive, fleshy mountains that pulse with a slow, rhythmic hunger immediately close in around you. The acid burns through your remaining skin, dissolving your flesh in seconds, while the muscular walls continue to grind you against the fragments of your own shattered skeleton.

THAT is my FAVORITE part of vore, the general process of swallowing something, especially if they’re unwilling or got shrunk down “oh nooo!! Don’t do it!!! Please!!!” Ahhhh noo,,, I’m so evillll baahhh plehhh, I literally drugged you, this is basically rape but a million times worse, you think I care? It’s entirely because I decided a few minutes of joy was more useful than your entire life.

And bonus question! Who’s your favorite fictional woman or man or femboy you want to eat or be eaten by? For me since I’m a switch it’s empress Alice from the greatest real estate developer! Or power from chainsaw man..!