bet it feels real good feeling someone you ate dig their way deeper into your guts and wriggle through your intestines in a desperate attempt to escape
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bet it feels real good feeling someone you ate dig their way deeper into your guts and wriggle through your intestines in a desperate attempt to escape
Fat raccoon pred roommate (known to many as “The Trash Compactor”) who seems to EXCLUSIVELY eat garbage (mostly really bad fast food and broken electronics) looks at you after one of your all-nighters with your hair eschew and bags under your eyes, their stomach growls, and they decide “Oh yeah, you qualify”.
And now you (briefly) share living space with half a ton of cheeseburgers, soda, and some stuff a computer store couldn’t sell. That is, until one long, quivering belch compresses the stomach walls around you and all that soft, luxurious pudge crunches everything down until the raccoon is hungry again, and Slightly Fatter.
OKAY FINE. Spin for a kink. You’ve just noticed this in the tags of an explicit-rated fic you were going to read.
How are we feeling?
YES this is IT this is my THING
Oh fun!
Sure, why not
Not really my deal but I can go with it
Nah, not feeling it
NOPE.
Vanilla extract (I don't read kink / I don't read e-rated fic / nuance / results
Preemptively, in case this gets away: Be cool in the notes.
Blindfolds alright. I was hoping for vore
pred eating too many prey and being like ogghhh i shouldnt have done thaaaat ugh i hate myself . and all the prey inside can hear that as they get digested and are like wow im dying for nothing i guess. whatever.
Update on that one friend I wanted to eat:
Good news is I don’t want to eat them anymore!!
Bad news is they are somewhere in my intestines right now
That demon was right, they were delicious
breakfast :)
Trapped in the Furnace
Those deep gurgles and wet swirls you keep hearing? That’s the hydrochloric acid pooling in your stomach, mixing with some trypsin. Your body already marked me as a big protein-rich meal. The stretch receptors are probably going wild right now: tons of protein hitting them all at once, so you’re feeling really full, aren’t you? That heavy, satisfied pressure spreading across your tummy. You might grab some ice cream later to cool things down a bit. It’ll help soothe that faint burning under your ribs… except it’s not your stomach that’s burning. It’s me, slowly turning to fuel in the furnace of your stomach.
Absolutely unfair I can't get my canines sharpened without filing my teeth and paying lots of money. Can't I simply have fangs that grow at the scent of blood
Eaten by a clown (or a pred with a similar aesthetic) and you tumble into their belly to find it's a ballpit.
Thinking about a pred/prey adventuring duo… the prey is always a bit anxious, because they can’t help but worry that the pred is looking for excuses to eat them… whenever they go on adventures, the prey makes sure to bring plenty of extra rations to keep the pred full.
The pred is well aware of the prey’s goals, but doesn’t comment on it, since obviously they’d never eat their little buddy!
But… one day, the prey somehow forgets, or even loses, their rations. They can’t stop fretting about it, clearly anxious. The pred knows they shouldn’t, but… it’s so tempting to tease them~
Sighing, and tutting, and thoughtfully wondering aloud what they’re going to do for lunch now… but assuring the prey that they don’t have to worry too much… surely, the two of them can come up with… something~
Pred is just aiming to get a good laugh out of all this, but… something about how flustered and anxious their partner is, it’s really activating their prey drive. They’re just so cute, and flighty, and small… and the pred IS hungry. It would be so easy to just… gulp them down, real quick. No one would ever have to know. They could just tell everyone it was an adventuring accident.
They try to shake the thoughts away, but it’s too late. They’ve already crossed the line of seeing their friend as food. Even if they can stay strong and avoid eating them today, it’s only a matter of time before they give in to those instincts somewhere down the line…
They’re just surprised they don’t feel more guilty about it all.
Traveling forward in time to eat your future self. Is this anything
as always i think gay cannibalism is the answer
shortstack preds yes!! yess!!
Favorite Prey size?
Teeny tiny Micro
Smol Tiny
Halvsies
Slightly Smaller
Same as Pred
Bigger than Pred
Just for funnsies, what size prey do you like to be and/or eat?
Feel free to discuss (°v°) thats an owl, he's here to observe, don't mind him.
I feel as if the owl is subtle foreshadowing to something
No no no, thats just an owl.
Are you making an owlsona
Nonono, thaaaats just an regular normal owl.
Favorite Pred size?
Planet +
Beeg Mountain
Sky Scraper
Giant
Half Giant
Tall Person
Same size
Smaller
Figured it was only fair to do a poll on pred sizes! Tried to include a lot of sizes but feel free to discuss.
(°v°) He's watching.
Your distended stomach moves visibly. Sounding like a waterbed as it does. Bubbling. Undulating.
A lump pushes up near your left side and you watch, utterly captivated, as your skin lifts under the pressure of the thing inside.
"Ah, ah, no you don't." You reach down and poke at it, gently but deliberately, pushing it back toward the center of your gut.
“Back in the middle,” you say, indulging in the small dominance of it, rubbing a hand over the sloshy mound. “I’m digesting you properly, thank you very much.”