I began to wonder, even as I cringed in horror at the sight before my eyes… Am I actually missing out on some elixir of life here? Like, ain’t that too many images to just be a weird fringe fetish plumbed from the depths of an asocial 40 year-old’s basement?
But at the same time, I’m wondering- is there some kind of red pill you have to take to get in on this? Or does the itch for vore just come to some people as an epiphany in the shower one day, and not for others?
And, if the acquisition of such a penchant for vore is indeed through perspective-altering proverbial narcotics, is there no going back? Should I take the blue pill anyway, lest I become trapped in Voreland for eternity?
Lol. Thanks.
what’s the deal with vore anyway?
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