Little Timmy’s meal vore story scat

“Quick warning this story contains underage scat masturbation and vore don’t like don’t read peace out people.”


Little Timmy was only 10 years old, but he had already discovered the dark and forbidden pleasure of vore. Timmy had stumbled upon an underground internet forum dedicated to the depraved fetish, and ever since, he was consumed by an insatiable hunger to experience it for himself.

One day, Timmy mustered up the courage to approach his mother, Carol, with his twisted desires. To his surprise, she was more than willing to indulge her son's sinful urges.

"You want to try vore, do you sweetie?" Carol asked, her voice dripping with excitement. "Mommy would be happy to help you out."

Timmy nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Carol smiled and embraced her young son. "Well then, let's go hunt us some prey."

They drove to a crowded shopping mall on the outskirts of town. Carol had a wicked plan in mind. As they walked through the bustling corridors, she pointed out a lone teenage girl browsing through the racks at a clothing store.

"There she is, darling. That cute little thing in the blue tank top. Isn't she precious?"

Timmy licked his lips, transfixed by the girl's slim figure. "Yes mommy, she looks delicious."

Carol giggled. "Excellent! Stay put while I go catch our little snack."

Timmy hid behind a nearby planter as he watched his mother in action. She approached the girl with a seductive smile. "Hey there honey, I'm buying! How about you come with me to try on some clothes and we'll see how they look?"

The girl blushed and stammered in surprise. "M-me? Really? You think so?"

Carol winked conspiratorially. "Absolutely darling! You're adorable! Come on, my car is just outside. We'll have some fun girl time."

Flattered and flustered, the girl agreed to accompany Carol. Timmy followed them at a distance until they reached the parking lot. Carol guided the unsuspecting teen into the backseat of their SUV.

"Sweetie, I need you to do mommy a favor," Carol purred as she loomed over the girl. "My little boy wants to try something new, and he needs someone small and tasty like you. Would you mind being a good girl for us? You'll get plenty of yummy clothes as a reward."

The girl's eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. "W-what? I don't understand..."

"Now now, just relax," Carol cooed. "Timmy baby, come suck up this tasty morsel!"

Timmy eagerly climbed into the backseat. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed the girl's head, slurping her in with sloppy, muffled sounds. The teen struggled and screamed, but Carol held her down.

"That's it honey, get that head in there," she encouraged. "Just relax the throat like mommy taught you."

Timmy gulped and swallowed, feeling the girl's head slide down his tight esophagus with a squelch. Her shoulders and arms soon followed, stretching out his neck and belly obscenely.

The girl's writhing and flailing grew more frantic as she realized she was about to be fully devoured. She thrashed her legs wildly, but Carol pinned them down.

"Sorry sweetie, but you're going to be digested," she said remorselessly. "Just accept it and don't make this harder than it needs to be."

As the girl's pelvis and thighs slid down Timmy's straining gullet, he let out a massive belch. "Ooooh... Mommy... I feel... This feels so gassy!"

"Burp it up baby," Carol ordered. "Don't hold it in!"

Timmy rubbed his bloated stomach and unleashed a thunderous eruption of gas from his mouth, the girl's kicking legs disappearing into his maw with a gurgle. "BRRRAAAAAAAPPPP!"

"That's a good boy!" Carol praised as Timmy slowly gulped down the last of the girl's feet. His slim belly had swollen into a pulsating, wobbling orb, bulging with the squirming, still-alive prey inside.

"Ohhh... Mommy... She's... She's still moving around in there," Timmy groaned, clutching his distended gut. "It feels so weird..."

"Well she should be alive for a bit longer yet, even though she's trapped in your stomach," Carol said gleefully. "Isn't that exciting? You're digesting a whole person!"

Timmy moaned as his tummy visibly churned and gurgled with activity. A wet, ripping noise emanated from his abdomen as the girl began to get broken down into pulp.

"Ohhh... Oh no... I gotta... Fart!" Timmy suddenly cried out. He turned and planted his ass on the seat, letting loose a long, rumbling fart. "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!"

"Oopsie!" Carol giggled. "Looks like your little treat is already tummy troubles! Don't worry, just pass that gas!"

Timmy farted again and again, the putrid stench of dissolving flesh filling the car. Gurgling, splashy sounds reverberated through his belly as the girl was liquified into a sloshing slurry.

"Ohhh... I feel so full... And gassy..." Timmy mewled, rubbing his gurgling, sloshing gut. "Mommy... I think I'm gonna poop her out soon..."

"That's natural, baby," Carol said soothingly. "Your body is doing its job, processing and absorbing that nice girl. Let's go home and finish up on the toilet."

At their house, Timmy staggered woozily to the bathroom, his bloated stomach sloshing and churning. Carol sat him on the toilet and cooed encouragement.

"You're doing so good, honey," she praised as Timmy grunted and strained. "Just push out whatever your body needs to. Don't fight it."

With a loud, splattering plop, a flood of semi-digested girl guts spurted out of Timmy's ass and into the bowl. A tangle of blood vessels, chunks of meat, and shards of bone poured out in wet gushes.

The stench was horrific, but also intoxicating. Timmy felt his penis harden as he emptied his bowels of his meal's remains. Carol noticed and smiled wickedly.

"Oh my little boy is feeling frisky!" she purred, reaching down to fondle his stiffening member. "Does processing prey turn you on, darling? Do you want mommy to help make you feel good?"

Timmy just whimpered and moaned, lost in the forbidden ecstasy of vore-induced arousal. Carol stroked and squeezed his cock as he continued evacuating the girl's liquefied carcass.

As the last solid chunks of bone and flesh tumbled out, Carol brought Timmy to a quivering climax. He hunched over and spurted ropey blasts of cum into the toilet bowl, mixing obscenely with the bloody sludge.

"That's it baby, cum for mommy," Carol cooed, milking out every drop. "You enjoyed your first vore, didn't you? Having that warm body squirming inside you, feeling yourself digest her into slop? It's the most deliciously wicked feeling in the world!"

Timmy shuddered in the aftershocks of his orgasms, his mind reeling with depraved bliss. He knew now that he was hopelessly addicted to the experience of devouring living prey.

"Thank you mommy," he panted. "That was amazing... Can we do it again sometime? Soon?"

Carol grinned evilly, eager to corrupt her son further into the world of vore. "Of course darling! As much as you want. Mommy will always provide for her little man-eater."

Together they flushed away the evidence of their twisted crimes, knowing this was only the beginning of a lifelong descent into bottomless depravity. Timmy had taken his first step into the dark, and he would never turn back.