In years before, there was a bigger boy in Dylan’s class. His name was Jordan Beahm, he was athletic and above average student. He was a leader in the class, and in years up to 7th grade he led a lot of tormenting of Dylan. And Dylan returned the favor, often making it look like Jordan was dumb, especially when he found out that Jordan was a Christian. Now they were in 8th grade, Jordan was a football and then a basketball player, and they had only a few classes together, although Phys. Ed. was one they shared. But now things were different between them. He had been one of the football players who congratulated Dylan for getting Kreemer kicked out of school. Soon after that, in gym, there was a running exercise the boys did. In years past, Dylan was slow, often walking part of the way. The run was several times around the gym, and the more athletic boys would lap him, sometimes more than once, yelling at him for being slow as they passed. The first time in eighth grade when
RedJay, Isaac, and Cody rode into Camp Fox Gorge on a spring Saturday. They were about to explore a cave they had discovered in Fox Gorge. They entreated the Old Man to come with them, because they were going further in than before, and it was on his property. “Come on, Mr. Camp,” said Cody. “You need to see this too.” “I’m sorry, guys,” said the Old Man. “I have to go to work at Great Cave today. They really need me there today.” And so, he drove on his way on the twisty back roads. The three guys had discovered and then explored a cave on a side canyon of Fox Gorge. They could walk in stooped over (Cody didn’t have to) until the passage widened and curved to the left. It became a large room with several side rooms branching out. They had explored a few, but they had not had enough time to explore them all, so they came back this day, all suited up with caving clothes (miner’s helmets, knee pads, gloves, and coveralls) ready to see where things went. To get to the
“You are about to find out some of the deep secrets of Great Cave,” said Byron Simmons to his tour group. “You will hear what no one else has heard, and you must keep it quiet!” Then he led his group quietly through the tunnel into the Central Entrance of Great Cave, acting as if he didn’t want anyone to see them go in. He led them into the first room and along the escarpment to where the big room, Tennessee, was seen, and with it the light show. He turned down the lights. “This is our largest room, we say. Actually, it is a city of space aliens, who live underground here. What? You don’t believe that space aliens would live underground? Why not? They have to live somewhere, and you don’t see them on the surface. You don’t think they spend all their lives flying, do you? You can see for yourselves, there go some of the aliens right now!” he whispered. Down below, in the distance, were some cavers with head lamps on the Long Wild Cave Tour heading deeper into the room
On a Saturday, the Old Man was driving to work at Great Cave. He had just turned right from Sam Hill Drive onto Sam Hall Lane when he just remembered that he had left his cell phone on the charger back at the camp. Shortly before breakfast, he noticed the phone’s battery was almost completely discharged, so he put it on the charger—and forgot to pick it up when he left. Oh, well, he thought, I almost never use the phone at work anyway. And so, he continued on to Great Cave. It was his day to have the first tour. He had to get into the Hosting House, where he would clock in and get the keys to open the Central Entrance, and do a few chores before the first tour. But when he got to the parking lot, he saw there was no one there in the Hosting House, so he couldn’t get in to get the key. Not only that, but he didn’t have a phone to call anyone else who might have a key. Customers started showing up, expecting to take a tour at the time they had reserved. And the Hosting House
One of the benefits of a tour guide is collecting tips. But they are unpredictable. The regular pay is just minimum wage, and the work days are usually less than 8 hours, so many adult guides need other jobs to make do. Guides are discouraged from mentioning tips, even though there are signs around reminding people of it. But tapping the signs to bring attention to it was forbidden! There is no way of predicting who would tip and who wouldn’t. Sometimes people who would ask the most questions and talk to the guide most, who would even applaud at the end of a tour, would not leave a tip. And sometimes people who had been in the back the whole time and certainly missed most of the talks would leave 20 dollars. There was no predicting who would pay and who wouldn’t, so there was no point in giving anyone more attention than others just to get more in tips. The Old Man made up his mind to serve all tourists according to what they wanted, and take what they could give, and not
One of the tour guides was named Byron Simmons. His tours were sometimes called the “B.S” tours, but the meaning was not his initials, as he insisted they were. To say he deviated from the script would be an understatement. He’d give talks that stretch credibility, and it seemed he’d tell a different story every time. He would have made a good improvisation actor. Usually he would explain some off-the-trail room as having some historical significance. But whether it was true or not was another matter. He claimed there was a Civil War battle that took place in the cave, even giving details as to when and who, and gave a rather dramatic description of the events of the battle. It was hard to not believe him, it was so realistic. Of course, there were no records of such an event, but it started creeping into the talks of other guides. And in another spot where there were some back rooms, Byron would claim there was a massive battle between Indian tribes there, and that
In years before, there was a bigger boy in Dylan’s class. His name was Jordan Beahm, he was athletic and above average student. He was a leader in the class, and in years up to 7th grade he led a lot of tormenting of Dylan. And Dylan returned the favor, often making it look like Jordan was dumb, especially when he found out that Jordan was a Christian. Now they were in 8th grade, Jordan was a football and then a basketball player, and they had only a few classes together, although Phys. Ed. was one they shared. But now things were different between them. He had been one of the football players who congratulated Dylan for getting Kreemer kicked out of school. Soon after that, in gym, there was a running exercise the boys did. In years past, Dylan was slow, often walking part of the way. The run was several times around the gym, and the more athletic boys would lap him, sometimes more than once, yelling at him for being slow as they passed. The first time in eighth grade when
RedJay, Isaac, and Cody rode into Camp Fox Gorge on a spring Saturday. They were about to explore a cave they had discovered in Fox Gorge. They entreated the Old Man to come with them, because they were going further in than before, and it was on his property. “Come on, Mr. Camp,” said Cody. “You need to see this too.” “I’m sorry, guys,” said the Old Man. “I have to go to work at Great Cave today. They really need me there today.” And so, he drove on his way on the twisty back roads. The three guys had discovered and then explored a cave on a side canyon of Fox Gorge. They could walk in stooped over (Cody didn’t have to) until the passage widened and curved to the left. It became a large room with several side rooms branching out. They had explored a few, but they had not had enough time to explore them all, so they came back this day, all suited up with caving clothes (miner’s helmets, knee pads, gloves, and coveralls) ready to see where things went. To get to the
“You are about to find out some of the deep secrets of Great Cave,” said Byron Simmons to his tour group. “You will hear what no one else has heard, and you must keep it quiet!” Then he led his group quietly through the tunnel into the Central Entrance of Great Cave, acting as if he didn’t want anyone to see them go in. He led them into the first room and along the escarpment to where the big room, Tennessee, was seen, and with it the light show. He turned down the lights. “This is our largest room, we say. Actually, it is a city of space aliens, who live underground here. What? You don’t believe that space aliens would live underground? Why not? They have to live somewhere, and you don’t see them on the surface. You don’t think they spend all their lives flying, do you? You can see for yourselves, there go some of the aliens right now!” he whispered. Down below, in the distance, were some cavers with head lamps on the Long Wild Cave Tour heading deeper into the room
On a Saturday, the Old Man was driving to work at Great Cave. He had just turned right from Sam Hill Drive onto Sam Hall Lane when he just remembered that he had left his cell phone on the charger back at the camp. Shortly before breakfast, he noticed the phone’s battery was almost completely discharged, so he put it on the charger—and forgot to pick it up when he left. Oh, well, he thought, I almost never use the phone at work anyway. And so, he continued on to Great Cave. It was his day to have the first tour. He had to get into the Hosting House, where he would clock in and get the keys to open the Central Entrance, and do a few chores before the first tour. But when he got to the parking lot, he saw there was no one there in the Hosting House, so he couldn’t get in to get the key. Not only that, but he didn’t have a phone to call anyone else who might have a key. Customers started showing up, expecting to take a tour at the time they had reserved. And the Hosting House
One of the benefits of a tour guide is collecting tips. But they are unpredictable. The regular pay is just minimum wage, and the work days are usually less than 8 hours, so many adult guides need other jobs to make do. Guides are discouraged from mentioning tips, even though there are signs around reminding people of it. But tapping the signs to bring attention to it was forbidden! There is no way of predicting who would tip and who wouldn’t. Sometimes people who would ask the most questions and talk to the guide most, who would even applaud at the end of a tour, would not leave a tip. And sometimes people who had been in the back the whole time and certainly missed most of the talks would leave 20 dollars. There was no predicting who would pay and who wouldn’t, so there was no point in giving anyone more attention than others just to get more in tips. The Old Man made up his mind to serve all tourists according to what they wanted, and take what they could give, and not
Hey! I'm vore-texts, and welcome to VORE THEORY! *slam dunks flygon into lapras's mouth*
Ok, cool introductions aside, this is not a fictional vore story. Instead, this is going to be my thoughts on why vorephiles like me like vore. I have wondered ever since I first learned I was a vorephile how anyone can get aroused by a creature eating another creature, and if you are also curious, whether you are a vorephile or not, I suggest you read my entire story. It is just so puzzling and weird to me, because when one looks up what other common fetishes exist, most of them have to do with body parts, or sexy clothing, or can in some
My ideas on simulating vore in real life by Vorestoryteller, journal
My ideas on simulating vore in real life
I mainly got into vore for the fact I really want to explore the human body. Through the stomach seems to be the most realistic. Anyways, lots of people comes up with creative ways to simulate vore in real life. Such as filling a bathtub up with water with the lights off and stomach audio playing in the background. Another example is filling the inside of a sleeping bag with lube. For me, those examples aren't good enough, I want to simulate vore as realistic as possible, minus digestion and unethical practices. So, I want to share my ideas on how I think I could simulate vore as realistically as possible, as well as safely. However, it is costly, but I still want to share. For this idea, it would involve modeling the entire digestive system where a full grown adult human go travel safely inside. Stomach For the stomach walls, it will be made of a few layers. The inner most layer would be made of a silicon. The material will be quite thin as well. The second layer of the stomach
My Theory on why some people like vore by ImMotWhoYouThinkIAm, literature
Literature
My Theory on why some people like vore
Hello reader, quick disclaimer, I’m not a genius. I’m not claiming any of this as fact, only my experiences and those of people I’ve talked to. Also, if you disagree with anything I say, feel free to put it in the comments...
I should start by telling you a little bit about myself. I have a common first name, and an uncommon last name. I’m 18 years old, 170 pounds, blond hair, brown eyes, and 6 foot 2 inches.
I grew up in a big family, I was home schooled, and raised by two wonderful, Christian, parents. (My religion isn’t relevant, and won’t be mentioned again)
Growing up, I only had one friend. He was
The Jungle Vore Book (Baloo the Bear) by TheETARIS, literature
Literature
The Jungle Vore Book (Baloo the Bear)
Climbing slowly out of the water, Mowgli shook himself dry and breathed in deeply. It felt good to be back out in the jungle. In fact, now that Mowgli thought about it, he didn’t think there was any other place that he liked as much as here in the jungle. Why should he have to go back to the man-village? Didn’t Baloo, his own papa bear, want him to stay here in the first place? The moment he thought about Baloo, Mowgli decided to see if he could find him. After all, he was certain that the bear wouldn’t go too far from the man-village, knowing that it was there where Mowgli was taken to keep safe from Shere Khan. He quickly began running back towards the man-village, with his sudden move barely escaping a nasty pair of coils that were just about to reach for him from up in the trees. The pair of eyes watching from above narrowed in frustration; once again the predator had just missed Mowgli by a mere slip of the tail. Sure enough, Baloo was at that moment lurking near the fence that
The stories of Camp Fox Gorge so far have been in one year, from spring to fall. With "After the Trial", the year series is complete, and a new year will be the time of upcoming stories. There will be some memories from this past year of things not in these stories (just got skipped over), but it will be new events going on. As a result, the characters will be a year older, or almost. Cody will be 10, Crystal will be 17, and RedJay will be 21. Dylan will remain 13 for a few more "months". I have several stories started and a few more in mind. Most of them are set outside the camp.
In September and October, I posted a number of stories in a short time, largely as I was recovering from surgery and not yet back to work. Now I am working again, and I have less time. But I left things hanging--Camp Fox Gorge got suspended on suspicion of Child Abuse or Neglect (which was false), and I couldn't follow up in a timely manner. In fact, at the time I wrote "The Raid" I was thinking the next chapter would be The Trial, but since then I've realized that would take months of time in the story sequence and a few other stories should come first, so that will mean that outcome will have to wait. First, we have to find out what happens with Cody and also to Dylan. And just who reported the camp to the authorities and with what evidence? I've written these stories with the theme of interest in soft vore with a possible conflict with Christian values and how people may try to thread these. They have done so by keeping it harmless and avoiding anything sexual in it. Is
It's been almost a year since submitting anything at this account. My last story had a "happily ever after" ending, so it was a good place to pause, but I do have more. Although most of the stories take place in summer, my writing time is in the winter. Anyway, I've started on several stories, struggling to figure which way to go with them. A few shorter stories are ready. I hope to submit a few within the next two weeks or less.