Little Problems 2: Kevin Strikes Again by Mikester65

Little Problems 2: Kevin Strikes Again by Mikester65

@miss-lillipants Vore is a subject near and dear to my stomach balls heart, so I will likely respond with one of my trademark Walls O’ Text at a more convenient time.
For now, I will say only that the essential element of vore that I find most compelling is that it is the extreme subordination of one person to the needs and desires (the appetites) of another in the most intimate manner imaginable. I must add that my fascination with vore extends to imagining myself as pred and, alternately, as prey. I enjoy both perspectives equally.
It’s good to get out of your own head every once in a while.

I’m fond of a couple of different vore tropes or themes, and they correspond to separate moods of mine when I’m enjoying size fantasy.
The first theme is succumbing to desire. This is when the pred desires the prey so intensely that cannot stop himself from violating moral boundaries and is compelled to consume her. This is a common way to enjoy rape fantasies, both as a self- indulgent pred and as a witnessing prey. Calculated vore doesn’t do much for me; it has to be sensual and urgent.
When I’m in the mood for erotic horror, the vore theme I turn to is primal domination. This is all about the prey’s terror about becoming food. It’s been a long time since humans have had to worry about being eaten, but it’s still deep within our brains and when you’re the size of a potato chip it’s all you can think about. Nothing turns me on faster than a tiny’s screams being abruptly muffled as they are engulfed.

What you’re really doing when you tell someone how they should participate in the size community.
People can tell you belong to me from the horizontal bruise running across your shoulder blades that you get when you arch your back against the tips of my upper incisors as my tongue shoves your legs apart and slurps you from twat to tits. 
@giantesslover45 Since giant-worship is inevitable, I’d be proactive and set up a theocracy with me as god.
First I’d demolish the existing power structure, which would probably require some gruesome demonstrations of vore. I’d make my new subjects retrieve the bones after I’d passed them to preserve as objects of veneration.
The main duty of my priesthood, of course, would be to provide a steady supply of acolytes to show me proper devotion. I would also, however, amuse myself by making occasional gnomic proclamations that they could collect as Scripture and argue over their interpretations.
I would also defend my society against all enemies foreign and domestic, and I could be supplicated into engaging in public works like diverting rivers or building fortifications. Any farmer should be honored and grateful to have me fertilize their fields.
I imagine some of my subjects would try to eliminate their rivals by convincing me they were impious or something. I might entertain this if I was bored enough, but I’d probably be as likely to eat the accuser as the accused.