Gas Guzzler Guzzler @RainierJaguar@gulp.cafe

And here comes the mob and I for one welcome the sweet release of "STOP POSTING"

Do people buy post-vore commissions with disposable income

Of course my stomach acids could take care of that and reduce whatever's left of that group of hapless adventurers into what'll eventually be a thickened sludge.

Civet weaponizing their IBS to try to disrupt a group of troublesome influencers and hopefully get rid of any evidence c.c

Jumping in on my own stream

"Hey folks, Cadence here. Apparently some micro influencers have decided to monetize a trip through me, and they'll probably be exiting me in about sixteen hours. While we have time, let's make their lives a living hell. I'm thinking a milkshake or spicy tacos."

(There's some in-character reasons why my ordinarily gentle civet would hope little to nothing got out about a journey through them without an explanation/briefing first but alas!)

"So wait they're gonna go through my whole body and use me for views?"

*beat*

"I hope my stomach acid melts their phones."

(Art by Yutmutt@Furaffinity.net)

"This swallow was brought to you by *local pizza chain!* Here we gooooo! WOOOO!"

"... did I just get monetized? ;~;"

Suddenly realizing the error of my ways when I check Instagram and find a group of micro influencers on my tongue taking a group selfie with some chewed food I'm about to send to my stomach

Looking out for tiny explorer friends on the ground and on every bit of food I prepare

And making sure to stay somewhat true to OSHA requirements as they might apply to vorish situations

When a finely engineered pill capsule won't work
Gotta go with peas and beans and corn

Packing my tiny friends into food I know that doesn't break down inside me so that I can retrieve them after they leave my body.

The fun/hard part is trying to insist that those little folks can have all the autonomy they want when they're basically trapped inside my body but at the same time I want them to have as much freedom as possible

Watching a moon-sized pea that slipped past my teeth land in a sloshy swamp of whatever else I devoured before

Goodness.

WELP found a new wholesomeish thing I like.

A little sci-fi-esque hamlet/town/city even tiny enough to fit among one of the many folds of my stomach, reinforced against the harshness of mechanical and chemical digestion, but allowing folks to view everything that occurs outside. Also implanted deep enough to not be shed with my stomach lining.

Playfully dangling a tiny friend over my maw

"Better luck next *chyme!*"

And at the end of the journey?

If I hear "You guys look like shit" I'm going to unleash a groan so loud it'll shake the heavens and dethrone god.

More accurately I'd probably be James Holden on Ilus while the friend I'm inside has an Avasarala-esque freakout as to why I'm so quiet when all their video feeds are either fizzling out or some compartments are slowly filling with a mix of gastric juices and chyme.

I'd like to think my demeanor would be somewhere between Ms. Frizzle's laissez-faire attitude toward being completely obliterated by the body's internal processes and my ADHD-driven multitasking of trying to fix everything as fast as possible

Note to self, writing off "What's gonna happen if ___" concerns with said Frizzleian "Well, then we'll be broken down into essential nutrients~! Isn't that exciting?" is a good way to get a mutiny on your hands/paws/etc

One thing's for sure

Acid-washed maintenance attire anyone?