Poor Tessa. What started as a joke about how noisy her stomach was turned into something much bigger. Nobody can perceive/hear Tessa from the bust on up - and people seem to think she’s a gal named Miss Tummy instead!~
cw: oral vore, smoking/cigarettes A gift for @hookaloof.bsky.social of my big dragon gal, Jae, eating their Hazel. Jae sure loves blowing smoke, it’d be TERRIBLE if some little deer prey liked that or anything~
Going to be uploading a lot of backlog art here today~
My wife: “We should name your tummy!” Also my wife: picks pretty much nothing but demon names Is she trying to tell me something here, maybe?
Idea I had recently that’s been rotting away in my brain - might make into a recurring comic. Their names are Mina and Max :3
Heya, I'm IrateLiterate! I've been an online kink (mostly vore, but other stuff too!) artist since 2013, mostly doing it free for fun. Mostly big hungry gals with ludicrous proportions on here, but other stuff shows up from time to time!~
A potential ref sheet for my sphynx cat therapist, Agatha. She's ostensibly a therapist who helps preds with their hunger and urges - except she more delights in teasing/needling them into relapsing. Pictured here is her, in both her work attire and her usual, everyday look.
"Take me to churnch!" "Very well, my lost little lamb, let me lead the way~" Case of brain rot is refusing to let go of the idea of vore-centric nuns, so you must suffer along with me
