I found out about Vore Day the year before last, or maybe I knew about it before, but I hadn’t applied my brand of consumption to it. I’ve joked about those crazy vore people almost for as long as I’ve been online, but only because the subtext is that I’m one of them. There is one marked distinction in the way I feel about devouring a person, and it’s that he must be my tiny little guy. I don’t want to eat anyone else. The very idea is slightly disgusting.
Unless I’m feeling particularly dark, but let’s not talk about that. I started the image above at some point before August 8th of 2019, and I finished it in the Spring of 2020. With it (and with its progress gif and link to a poem* found below), I wish you a very happy Vore Day, though how such a day is to be celebrated is impossible to say. I typically draw something for it that takes me many months to complete; then I start writing something for it that takes me slightly longer to finish, then I post both works here and retire to the bedroom so I can consume my little toy.
Not necessarily with my mouth.
*The poem, titled “A Mouthful”, is 864 words long. The trigger warnings (or spoilers, as I like to call them) are here. Click on the link if you prefer to know what you’re getting into when you read vore material.