Maple's gut churned violently around the poor mage, tossing the shrunken human about within the muscular sac. The poor human cried and clawed at the soft, fleshy walls, but his fingers only sank into the slick lining, sinking into the stomach folds with a slight squish. Mucus and corrosive fluids coated his gloved hands, causing the black leather to glisten in the low light provided by a simple light spell from the mage. His entire world had become the inside of the massive tauren's gut, and it was a turbulent one! Pressure mounted while organic walls collapsed down upon the human, squeezing him into dark, wet folds of yielding muscle. Try as he might to fight against it, the poor human was no match for the bull's belly!
An ominous, wet gurgle echoed throughout the muscular chamber, and the churning stomach began squeezing the poor human with an unrelenting fervor! The tiny human grunted and groaned, barely able to squirm against such incredible force, but strangely enough, he found himself slipping up! Up toward the sphincter guarding the entrance to the tauren's stomach! Layers of flesh undulated and pushed, and with a wet plop, the human was shifted up out of the bovine's stomach and back up into the esophagus! Rings of throat muscles relaxed while the poor human was shoved upward, back the way he had carefully been pulled down!
It wasn't too long before the tiny mage was returned to Maple's mouth, with the weight of the heavy uvula pressing down on Danathius's head. He struggled to grab at the bovine's thick tongue, desperate not to let go of it in fear of sinking back down to the center of Maple's bodily depths! Saliva oozed down from all corners of the fleshy cavern, still coating Danathius in the hot, viscous fluid. It soaked into his robes, making the otherwise light fabric seem incredibly heavy. The tauren's throat and stomach had given the human snack quite the beating, and the mage's fatigue was growing the longer he remained within the hot, wet environs of the tauren's body. Incredulous at being returned to the tauren's mouth, Danathius slowly clawed his way up from the back of the throat, uvula still pressing down on the poor lad. Was he really being let go, or was it a false hope?
A lovely series both titanleon and I commissioned from finalroar! They do lovely work, especially when it comes to taurens, so we were excited to get this done! Please be sure to check out finalroar's page and give them your love! They definitely deserve it! You can also view and favorite the artist's submission here!
Artwork © finalroar
Maple, the High Mountain Tauren © titanleon
Danathius © Me
An ominous, wet gurgle echoed throughout the muscular chamber, and the churning stomach began squeezing the poor human with an unrelenting fervor! The tiny human grunted and groaned, barely able to squirm against such incredible force, but strangely enough, he found himself slipping up! Up toward the sphincter guarding the entrance to the tauren's stomach! Layers of flesh undulated and pushed, and with a wet plop, the human was shifted up out of the bovine's stomach and back up into the esophagus! Rings of throat muscles relaxed while the poor human was shoved upward, back the way he had carefully been pulled down!
It wasn't too long before the tiny mage was returned to Maple's mouth, with the weight of the heavy uvula pressing down on Danathius's head. He struggled to grab at the bovine's thick tongue, desperate not to let go of it in fear of sinking back down to the center of Maple's bodily depths! Saliva oozed down from all corners of the fleshy cavern, still coating Danathius in the hot, viscous fluid. It soaked into his robes, making the otherwise light fabric seem incredibly heavy. The tauren's throat and stomach had given the human snack quite the beating, and the mage's fatigue was growing the longer he remained within the hot, wet environs of the tauren's body. Incredulous at being returned to the tauren's mouth, Danathius slowly clawed his way up from the back of the throat, uvula still pressing down on the poor lad. Was he really being let go, or was it a false hope?
A lovely series both titanleon and I commissioned from finalroar! They do lovely work, especially when it comes to taurens, so we were excited to get this done! Please be sure to check out finalroar's page and give them your love! They definitely deserve it! You can also view and favorite the artist's submission here!
Artwork © finalroar
Maple, the High Mountain Tauren © titanleon
Danathius © Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Bovine (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1280px
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