“Mmm…” I tilt my head back, holding onto you as you writhe and twist, heart pounding out of your chest as the adrenaline courses through your veins and you struggle to be free.
Unfortunately for you, all this delightful wiggling only serves to tire you out and make you taste absolutely divine instead of serving any real purpose for escape. You’re halfway down by now anyway. I close my eyes and taste you thoroughly, soaking your shirt in saliva and enjoying the flavor of your panic.
All good things must come to an end and I am running out of air, so I lean my head back and gulp thickly, struggling to get you down. You fight the whole way, of course.
Inevitably you slide down my gullet and fill out my belly, moving and fighting against the warm fleshy walls clinging to your form and sapping your strength little by little. I let out a rippling belch, grinning as you panic in sudden realization of your situation.
You feel amazing inside, too, stretching me to my limits and nearly bringing me to tears of pleasure from the overwhelming sensation of fullness you bring. The internal massage from your futile struggles is nice, too.
guuUUUUUrrrgullll…. ggglRRRRkkkk….
The ambient noise of my belly is loud from my position. It must be deafening from yours, I think with a smirk as the sounds pick up in volume and frequency. Looks like you’re running out of time in there….
Soon, you will tire yourself out, defeated and exhausted by the slick, tight muscle that surrounds you and the overwhelming heat of digestion. And then you will truly be mine forever, a part of me. But until then, I will sit here, rubbing my gloriously full gut and lazily relishing in your slow demise.
i think something i really love is *almost* hammerspace vore. like i want to eat a cute gal and just have my belly *sliiighty* bigger, like i ate a big lunch of ordinary food. people can comment that i look full and I'll say yeah, i had a big meal~ they won't know what, or who, i actually ate
this and a prey just getting off to the thought that they absolutely pass off as food, just sitting there, excitedly listening as you lie to all their friends about what you've eaten
Hammerspace pred who just has a nice soft tummy in general, pressing your face into their tummy bc it’s nice and just suddenly being like. Oh they’re full of people. Perhaps a lot of yelling and pleading people. And just being like “Haha.. I’m in danger /positive”
Love this, the secrecy aspect of hammerspace has got to be one of the best parts of it, only behind letting people in on it <3
pred sleepy and lying in bed with their belly exposed and an observer cuddled close. can see their happy trail stretched over their churning stomach. observer trying hard not to get too flustered listening to digestion, but their brain keeps drifting back to when they watched the pred swallow their prey and connecting it to the now barely twitching mound they have their ear pressed against.
they don’t want to wake up the pred who trusted them enough to fall asleep holding the observer, but its difficult not to start groping and grinding into their belly so they can hear it slosh…
The giant was immensely satisfied, his hunger quelled by a successful morning of hunting, his stomach stretching enormously to contain his perfect, struggling meal. Digesting them would be pure bliss. Now that every last human was tucked away inside his middle where they belonged, he figured he should begin his trip home - but he felt sluggish and happy and warm, with the pleasant hum of his full belly and the sheer volume of live, squirming prey inside him... after such a satisfying meal, his body ached to return to slumber while he digested his catch.
Giving in and indulging, he settled down right where he was and sprawled on his back, exposing his visibly packed belly to the morning sun. A nap wouldn't hurt. The warmth soaked lovingly into him and he rubbed his packed stomach happily, basking in his fullness. There was nothing more pleasing to fall asleep to than easy sunshine and your well-earned breakfast giving you an internal massage as it frantically struggled for its life in your tummy.
And struggle the breakfast in question did - in the groaning, dark depths of the peaceful giant's body, humans screamed and pushed, squeezed together in the heaving black, begging the giant for mercy. Pleading with him to let them out. To decide their tiny lives were worth more than food. There was no reprieve from the hell of the predator's digestive process, the rumble and roar of the busy, powerful stomach into which they had been mercilessly swallowed, the heat and terror and chaos, the ceaseless churning... walls crushing them tighter and tighter and tighter, acid beginning to slosh and storm. Corralled inside his squeezing, joyful stomach, the giant's prey screamed in fear, but the sound was drowned out by the near-deafening gurgling and groaning all around them.
The stomach contracted. The humans shrieked. Doom was closing in, in gurgles and glorps and sloshing acid. Beyond the intense rumble and groan of the giant's working stomach, they could hear the steady sigh of their captor's immense breath as it pushed in and out.
The giant, of course, happily stuffed and utterly content, had no interest in releasing his prey. They were tucked away in the embrace of his stomach, right where they belonged. Humans existed to be eaten by giants, and that was that. If they hadn't wanted to end up as a meal, they should have run faster.
"Sorry, I can't let you go," he murmured. "You feel far too good in there and that massage is divine. It's alright. My stomach will take very good care of you, I promise."
His stomach groaned loudly, agreeing with him, all too happy to look after the panicking, desperate food corralled inside. It clenched and thundered, sending acid through its victims, contracting rhythmically as it prepared for full-on digestion.
The giant sighed and let his eyes drift closed, the weak struggles of his live food easing him ever-closer to a gentle slumber. His digestive system gurgled in the quiet, the faint screams of terror barely audible from deep inside him. He smiled softly, enjoying the feel of his stomach dutifully churning its feast, massaging their helpless bodies into food, performing the one task it was built for - turning whatever he ate into nutrients. He stretched out, yawning and licking his lips. His stomach bulged magnificently, the humans inside it shrieking and defenceless.
And so the giant, satiated predator basked in post-meal pleasure, the warmth beating down on his taut, gratified tummy. He curled and uncurled his toes, letting out soft contented moans as he relished his human breakfast. They were his, all his, to digest as he pleased. His fantastically full stomach gurgled and glorped and he sighed in pleasure as the frantic battle raged on inside him - a tight, gurgling, satisfied bellyfull of delicious humans versus digestion.
"Thank you for the meal," he said, running an adoring hand over the bulge of his unfortunate food.
The giant spared not a single thought further for the terrified victims in his churning gut; their sacrifice was a small price to pay for him to be so joyful and healthy and full of good, good food. They were prey creatures, after all, and the belly of a predator was a wonderful place for prey creatures to wind up. They would fill him up and nourish him - and he deserved this. Though they were afraid, surely they knew on some level what an honour it was for his stomach to be their final destination.
The giant rubbed his extremely happy tummy, full of nutritious prey, then rolled into his side to settle properly for sleep, the heavy weight of his struggling breakfast shifting with him. He wriggled to get comfortable, yawning lazily and licking his lips, at last giving himself over to the pull of slumber.
The humans screamed out in fear as they felt the stomach pitch sideways - the giant rolling over. They tumbled over each other, terrified, the movement sending more acid sloshing through their midst. Glrk. Glp. The stomach squeezed and kneaded them, alive with terrifying sounds heralding the start of proper digestion. They shrieked and cried but there was nothing to be done; they were a simple meal in a giant's belly. Grgle. Glk. Groan...
There, in the warm light of morning, one terrified human breakfast languished in the grateful stomach of one very happy giant.
thinkin about preds getting all snuggled up and cozy after a good meal... curled up and warm under layers of blankets for a nap while they digest, lazily licking their lips and rubbing their stuffed, happy tummy before slipping down into the most blissful slumber... faint cries of terror emanating from their gurgling stomach as it gets to work on all those tasty little treats inside, all just left to be churned and squeezed and massaged into nothing more than dinner...
like... being eaten and digested would be terrifying for the prey regardless, but the thought of them all begging and pleading while the pred can't even hear them... just crammed inside the merciless stomach of a creature they can't even reason with anymore, the pred just drooling and dreaming away, letting out the occasional contented moan in their sleep...
describing the prey as being digested. broken down, made malleable and compact. sinking into the pred’s innards and melting into their cells. absorbed into something greater.
pred feeling the moment when something slips out of place and the prey shifts from ‘solid’ to ‘sludge’
firmness that is barely there… made into pudding and slurry
being a pred's dearly desired prey while on drugs must feel crazy. all hazy n not quite remembering what led to this but its so soft and warm and wet in the pred's churning stomach.... itd be so easy to feel like youre fading to the sound of the pred's heartbeat.
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