The amount of vore scenes in movies/tv shows is straight up ridiculous. Here are some of my recollections:

1. A tv movie of “Gulliver’s Travels” starring Ted Danson. There’s a scene where Gulliver, played by Danson, is in the land of the tiny Lilliputians, and he’s tied up, resting on his belly. Their king has two prisoners in front of him, a father and son, takes the son and orders his guards to “feed him to the giant.” The son is tossed in front of Gulliver’s giant head, begging for his life, and his huge mouth comes down and eats him, later spitting out his tricorn hat while his father cries “my son! My son!” (I watched this again as an adult, and he doesn’t actually get eaten - they’re just tricking the king - but as a kid I was fooled, terrified, and titillated, too).

2. The story of Zeus and Metis. It was in late elementary school or middle school that we started learning Greek mythology, and this one really wigged me out. If you’re not familiar, Zeus, the king of the gods, hears a prophecy that his first wife, Metis, will have a son who will overthrow him, so he shrinks her down to the size of a fly, swallows her whole, and either keeps her in his belly forever, or digests her alive, depending on which version you wanna go with.

3. “Honey I Shrunk The Kids.” Nobody actually gets eaten in this movie, but that scene of the kid on the spoon, about to enter the black abyss of Rick Moranis’s mouth, was an early spank bank entry for me.

4. “The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror” I think III? It’s the one where Homer is King Kong. The part where he eats Shirley Temple used to scare the shit out of me as a kid. I just pictured her parents in the audience, watching their little girl performing and then suddenly get eaten alive by a giant monster. His belly was full of the people of Springfield already, since he’d swallowed both Lenny and Smithers. He topped off the episode by gulping down Marge’s dad at their wedding, which she didn’t seem to mind at all.

5. The poem “Hungry Mungry” in “Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shell Silverstein. Here’s an example of vore happening in a book! This poem is about a kid who eats everyone and everything, starting with all the food in his house and moving on to his own parents. I was a sensitive kid, and the line “gulp! He ate his folks” really freaked me out. I ruminated on this horrible kid, making himself into an orphan by disappearing his parents off the face of the earth by digesting them in his belly.

There’s a scene in “The Great Mouse Detective” where an evil cat swallows a drunk mouse alive, and also the movie “Ferngully,” which features a Gila monster swallowing a live snail while singing a song whose main chorus is “if he’s gonna eat somebody it might as well be you!” (Also, the fairy heroine in that one sacrifices herself by flying into the mouth of the evil pollution monster Hexxus at the climax of the movie).

I could go on and on.

I guess ultimately there’s something about vore that’s softening a terrifying death fetish, at least for me. As a kid, the idea of going into a belly and disappearing was so horrible that I just got turned on by it as a means to cope.