**Mmmppph, Simmbaaammph!**
“ahh” The young feline sighed and let his full belly flop out on the muddy ground, the fur at the bottom stained a light greenish brown and filled with the bumps of a wriggling, kicking bird snack. “Didn’t think you’d taste as good as you do birdy” the lion chuckled, smacking his chops and running a young paw over the gorged form of the bulging Zazu “but you sure surprised me. Even better than a ground-hog, and so much more wriggly....”
**SimbaIswearifyoudon’tletmemmphpphhphphinstantIwillmmmphphphpfather!**
Letting out a low groan, barely louder than the gurgles of his thickly laid out belly, Simba leaned in to poke at where he felt the bird’s beak was bumping out. “How are you still speaking? Maybe I need to burp a little...”
His stomach erupted again in protest, that thick beak beating against the elastic drum of Simba’s taut belly, the entire ball of feathers fur and meat inside fighting to escape the hot mess it found itself in. To vocalise just how little it wanted Simba to burp, to tighten that stomach even more and begin digestion in earnest.
In the midst of those protests, and right as he was seriously considering taking the final step, Simba heard the “father” again.
“urgh, Fine!" He finally relented after a moment of hesitation, of consideration, and pulled himself up to a standing position. Belly heavily distended with bird meat, gurgling and churning away, so deliciously full.
*Hurrrkkk, glurrrp*
**BUUUURRRAAAPPPP!!!**
the belch came out strong, smelly, and lurid. Trailing out of Simba’s mouth in an aggressive yet still lazy drawl of stink, his tongue flicking above a gurgling stomach, but instead of the bulge in his belly crunching up into a silent slab it moved up. The bump of belly turning into a bump of gullet, a moving, writhing bird imprint sliding up Simba’s furry neck as the belch spilled out until finally it exited spilling Zazu out on the ground in a messy, smelly mess of feathers, beak and claw.
“P-pr...” The bird gasped, looking up at the lion lazily licking his paws and grinning a wide, still quite hungry grin...
“Prince?” Simba helped.
“Y-you ate me, whole! When your father hears about this I swear!”
“Oh but dad won’t hear about this beakb-rain” The lion cub chuckled and took a step forward, flashing his white teeth still stained with bird feather “I was very nice letting you out. If you told my dad I might feel a bit betrayed, could do it again....and not let you this time. You didn’t *want* to be digested, did you Zazu?”
Even from behind the feathers, Simba saw the bird whiten, and considered swallowing him again. He was soooo delicous the first time, but for once in his life the cub showed restraint and waited for Zazu’s response, reasoning that it probably was better for Zazu not to be melted. Mufasa wouldn’t like that, and an a frightened Zazu could be useful for other reasons.
“Y-yes my prince....”
Simba grinned, and began to walk away, leaving his avian friend to despondently begin the long process of cleaning all the goop off his sticky, bedraggled feathers.
This is a trade/collab between me and anyonarex where I did the image and he did the amazing story above. Make sure to go check out his other stories on his account.
This is an edit I have made, I want to do more edits for certain Lion King vore (only) sequences for scenes like Simba vore or Scar vore etc.
The Background used is from here - https://www.deviantart.com/princevo.....d-03-524628098
The story was written by anyonarex
Simba and Zazu are owned by Disney
“ahh” The young feline sighed and let his full belly flop out on the muddy ground, the fur at the bottom stained a light greenish brown and filled with the bumps of a wriggling, kicking bird snack. “Didn’t think you’d taste as good as you do birdy” the lion chuckled, smacking his chops and running a young paw over the gorged form of the bulging Zazu “but you sure surprised me. Even better than a ground-hog, and so much more wriggly....”
**SimbaIswearifyoudon’tletmemmphpphhphphinstantIwillmmmphphphpfather!**
Letting out a low groan, barely louder than the gurgles of his thickly laid out belly, Simba leaned in to poke at where he felt the bird’s beak was bumping out. “How are you still speaking? Maybe I need to burp a little...”
His stomach erupted again in protest, that thick beak beating against the elastic drum of Simba’s taut belly, the entire ball of feathers fur and meat inside fighting to escape the hot mess it found itself in. To vocalise just how little it wanted Simba to burp, to tighten that stomach even more and begin digestion in earnest.
In the midst of those protests, and right as he was seriously considering taking the final step, Simba heard the “father” again.
“urgh, Fine!" He finally relented after a moment of hesitation, of consideration, and pulled himself up to a standing position. Belly heavily distended with bird meat, gurgling and churning away, so deliciously full.
*Hurrrkkk, glurrrp*
**BUUUURRRAAAPPPP!!!**
the belch came out strong, smelly, and lurid. Trailing out of Simba’s mouth in an aggressive yet still lazy drawl of stink, his tongue flicking above a gurgling stomach, but instead of the bulge in his belly crunching up into a silent slab it moved up. The bump of belly turning into a bump of gullet, a moving, writhing bird imprint sliding up Simba’s furry neck as the belch spilled out until finally it exited spilling Zazu out on the ground in a messy, smelly mess of feathers, beak and claw.
“P-pr...” The bird gasped, looking up at the lion lazily licking his paws and grinning a wide, still quite hungry grin...
“Prince?” Simba helped.
“Y-you ate me, whole! When your father hears about this I swear!”
“Oh but dad won’t hear about this beakb-rain” The lion cub chuckled and took a step forward, flashing his white teeth still stained with bird feather “I was very nice letting you out. If you told my dad I might feel a bit betrayed, could do it again....and not let you this time. You didn’t *want* to be digested, did you Zazu?”
Even from behind the feathers, Simba saw the bird whiten, and considered swallowing him again. He was soooo delicous the first time, but for once in his life the cub showed restraint and waited for Zazu’s response, reasoning that it probably was better for Zazu not to be melted. Mufasa wouldn’t like that, and an a frightened Zazu could be useful for other reasons.
“Y-yes my prince....”
Simba grinned, and began to walk away, leaving his avian friend to despondently begin the long process of cleaning all the goop off his sticky, bedraggled feathers.
This is a trade/collab between me and anyonarex where I did the image and he did the amazing story above. Make sure to go check out his other stories on his account.
This is an edit I have made, I want to do more edits for certain Lion King vore (only) sequences for scenes like Simba vore or Scar vore etc.
The Background used is from here - https://www.deviantart.com/princevo.....d-03-524628098
The story was written by anyonarex
Simba and Zazu are owned by Disney
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Lion
Gender Multiple characters
Size 3370 x 1953px
Well at first I was considering having Simba digest him, but I eventually decided against it.
+ вродёбы у chubbyjam такая хуета была. Тип калтинка где симбуся и налка ворофилируют. Там симбуся отрыгнул перешки похожие на зазузельные. Есть подозрения шо он зафавал зазеля
Hmm, I honestly don't know. I can't think of any types of art it would be. A different type of 'collage' maybe?
fucking hot. yknow, I like how he got vored and then got spat right back out! I know some people want him to be digested but this is mighty fine.
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