Yeeeees! Doll or bed pillow sized prey are the best!
Not as easy to swallow as a pill but not as much of a challenge as a similarly sized person.
There's a satisfaction to each gulp. They spread your throat just that little bit more. The euphoria with every successful swallow.
Then? They fit so nicely inside. Whether the pred is built stick thin or has a larger frame the prey fits comfortably. Like a particularly heavy backpack.
They aren't big enough to obstruct arm, leg or head movement. They aren't so small that you only feel them every now and then. They are the perfect size.
belly pet: Your dom puts something (someone) in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.
(observer x unwilling-to-willing pred x unwilling prey)
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Your dom puts something in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.
He knows about your belly kink, and how you’re really into stomach noises, bloating up your belly is often part of your play. So you don’t think anything of it when he tells you to chug a few cans of sparkling water while he gets it ready.
You don’t question what ‘it’ is, and soon your stomach is feeling really full and fizzy.
He tells you to swallow anytime your body tries to burp so all the bubbles can only pop inside and all air stays down. It makes your tummy huge.
He ties your arms behind the chair and you look down at your belly in this position. It looks rounder and feels really tight, the occasional rumble as all the carbonation settles.
You’re distracted by it when he grabs your head and starts pouring something down your throat.
Swallowing reflexively so you don’t spill or choke, it takes a moment before you realize there’s something in the huge glass you’re gulping from. Someone.
Before you can stop or spit it out, the tiny body is flooded along with all the rest of the water into your mouth. It scrambles across your tongue, fighting it. You fight it. Your dom puts a hand over your full mouth and the slippery wriggling glnks down your throat anyway.
There’s a hard ache as it stretches on its way down through your chest, and an obscene gurgle as it squeezes into your bloated stomach.
Your belly swells, you gasp and squirm, heart pounding. Oh my god, you never talked about this, what did he just do?!
The tiny in your stomach suddenly doesn’t feel all that tiny, kicking and pushing, bulging your gut enough to be visible.
Your dom looks pleased, and pats your potbelly.
There’s already so much liquid inside your swollen stomach that every movement stirs up more sloshing. Not only are you still writhing in discomfort at the huge amount inside, trying to adjust to the feeling, there’s also the sensation of struggling from within.
The tiny is thrashing, probably trying to keep their little head above the lake of liquid you drank. If it’s sloshing that loudly there should be enough space from all the air you swallowed, but it feels like it barely fits. It’s probably terrifying for the poor thing, stuck, in hot, dark, constant loud ominous grumbling. You can’t help thinking that it’s probably in pain too, fizzy drinks and stomach acid soaking into it’s skin. Your stomach groans, starting to warm up to the process of digesting it’s aggressive and active meal.
Your dom rubs your belly, grinning at the loud glorps and gurgles it makes beneath his touch. You stop struggling and relax with a deep sigh.
It really shouldn’t feel so good. There’s someone in your belly, they’re probably so so scared, squirming and thumping against the inner organ walls. Ugh, you can feel them kicking up a storm, your stomach keeps convulsing and squeezing at them in return. You feel really full, and the sight of your belly jerking a little with each loud slosh makes you feel unbelievably satisfied.
You scold your dom as he unties you, frustrated that it’s over so soon, frustrated that he didn’t warn you.
He laughs and says it’s okay, the little thing is already digesting so it’ll be like nothing happened. He rubs your swollen belly and informs you that he knows where to get more, when you’re hungry for another.
Your belly rumbles.
You can feel the struggling and thrashing slow, and then stop as the tiny gets tired. Your stomach feels so heavy and sluggish. It feels amazing, but is also making you really sleepy. So you reason you can argue with him more later, and slump on the couch to nurse your bloated stomach.
There’s a loud slosh and a flurry of movement as your stomach settles again, maybe the tiny is still kicking.
Huh. You rub your belly and see the little bump of an elbow or knee as the tiny reorients itself. Your dom seems surprised, he didn’t think it’d last so long…
Your dom makes it up to you by ordering your favorite takeout, and putting on your favorite television show. He rubs your belly and feeds you, stuffs you, and it feels so good.
Distantly, you do feel guilty. The tiny in your stomach is now packed in with so much food, it’s probably so squashed snd uncomfortable. If it feels tight to you, the tiny has to be suffocating.
Your dom clears the takeout clutter and gets you another sparkling water. You consider it, your belly already feels so heavy and full, and it’s already spilling out of your shirt. But you want to see you big you can get. The swallows feel hard, and your stomach stretches further to accommodate everything inside.
After a moment of dull sloshing, there’s a loud glunk and an unmistakable bulge at the top of your belly as the tiny inside squirms.
Oh, your dom looks nervous, it shouldn’t still be moving…
Now, no matter how much you eat or drink, how long is your belly going to be full of something alive?
Feeling your throat squeeze their body as you suck them in, your stomach stretching further and further, the taste of his skin as he passes your tongue.
The struggling and fighting inside your stomach. The massage of failed kicks and punches, wild flailing. Your stomach feeling like it simultaneously may burst from the stress and like the strongest cage to have ever existed. The vibration of muffled shouts and begging resonating up into your chest.
Groans and moans and wet rumbling as struggles cease and the weight of your meal feels heavier than before. The sounds of an overstuffed stomach struggling, the taste of his cologne in your burps, his form slowly becoming less defined against your skin.
The sound of painful, difficult digestion becoming relaxed, content. Your belly no longer shaped like him but round and firm as an overfilled balloon. A thick soup shifting inside you, filling every gap and crevice of your intestines, bubbling and gurgling as your body absorbs him. Small pops as the larger solid bits finally give way and you claim every bit of him, no matter how small.
The first deep breath after a huge meal. That feeling after days have passed when your stomach rumbles, finally empty. When you put your hands on your belly and know what's left of him is running through your veins, in your muscles and fat. Pride as you run your hand along your body and know he's yours now in a way that no one can undo.
The insatiable feeling in your stomach as you spot your next one.
Sub pred who is made to eat larger prey, and then is teased by dom observer / other prey.
Further more . Several prey, one submissive pred. They feed the pred a few of their fellow prey, and then watch in fascination as the pred squirms and fidget with the weight of their meal. And they watch as the pred inevitably begins to digest their food
Poking, inspecting, fondling the pred's stomach throughout the night, watching the process unfold. Never giving the pred a moment of peace.
Smaller pred/larger prey is sooooooooo underrated. We need so much more of it. Submissive smaller preds is not something I'd ever thought about, but it's giving me so many thoughts.
I'll add another concept to it for a different relationship between the dom prey/observers. Part of the reason they do this. (aside from how hot and fascinating they find it) Is to make sure the Sub-Pred doesn't starve themself.
Because the pred is too submissive. They're too kind and lack confidence. They don't want to get in the way or bother anyone.
Which means they don't seduce prey, they get too anxious at the thought of someone rejecting them if they asked to swallow. They don't even consider seducing someone and swallowing them in their sleep.
The pred doesn't forcefully catch prey, it's so mean! What if they were busy or were upset? The subby pred seems to forget that that doesn't matter. It's their purpose to reduce people so much bigger than them to waste. The person might complain now but they won't when it's over.
The pred is too Subby, they need permission to do the primary thing their body wants to do.
The dom prey/observers have taken it upon themselves to make sure the pred is well fed. They make fun of and tease the pred. But by doing that they also give the pred the permission they so desperately desire. They help catch and seduce prey, maybe some of them decide to take the caustic trip.
The poking, prodding, stroking and watching of the digestive process also helps keep the digesting meat from escaping. Or attempting to convince the Subby pred to let them out. (They are a bit suggestible.)
They have their fun, get to and they help their favourite pred in the process.
i really should talk about object vore more cos ive ended up liking it so much more than i thought i would. its that thought of eating something inedible, something that really should not ever be eaten, but youre so greedy youve got to put it in your mouth anyway. not just your mouth, youve gotta swallow it, feel that hard inorganic object uncomfortably slide down your throat and sit heavy in your stomach. if youve swallowed enough, you can hear things clacking together in there if you jiggle your belly. and the horrible stomach ache as your poor tummy struggles to handle all the junk stuffed inside it, its so painful but its what you asked for, putting something that was so clearly not food inside your body. all of it is so hot to think about and ill never get enough of it
a pred that sleepwalks waking up to a big, full, suspiciously housemate-sized belly....
not knowing how long it's been since their housemate disappeared but the stillness and roundness of their belly suggesting that it's probably been a little too long....
garbage disposal ass boyfriend who you can always give your food to when you can't finish it and he's so polite he doesn't turn down even a full plate of stuff so he ends up with quite the round and taut belly but he knows it was worth it for the rubs at home
stethoscopes are one of the weirdest things that turn me on. it's so strangely intimate to me when they slip it just under your shirt, warning u that it's gonna be cold. telling you to take a couple deep breaths as their gloved hand rests on your shoulder, and the silence that follows when they quietly direct you to take a couple more deep breaths as they move the cold disk across your chest.
Desperate, horny preyboy digesting in a ruthless stomach who NEEDS to have one more orgasm before he melts into nutrients so he starts urgently fucking the pyloric sphincter as it rolls and churns the stomach mush that’s been stewing around him. The commotion makes the pred laugh because the prey’s neediness is so pathetic to them. However, they do start slowly jerking themselves off to the thrusting motions in their stomach. They eventually finish, as does the prey, but he keeps going and going until it’s his remains being pumped into the intestines
(Fatal vore and cruel pred(s) warning! Semi detailed descriptions of digestion too.)
Someone is invited to dinner with a pred. They don’t know that the pred is a pred until they get to the pred’s large, beautiful house and the pred themselves reveal that information. The guest is scared and asks if they’re the dinner. The pred laughs and says no, as this is not dinner for them. The guest is confused and is told to sit down at the table. The pred calls for their home servants to bring out the meal. The meal in question being the guest’s closest friend. The friend is terrified and asking why they’ve been kidnapped and at this house.
Suddenly it dawns on both the guest and their friend. The guest was picked by the predator to develop an appetite for live meals.
Both of them are horrified and try to escape, but it’s no use. The guest is held in place by some servants and the friend is forced into the guest’s mouth, then down their throat, and then into their stomach by the other servants. The guest tries to cough up their terrified friend, who is thrashing around in their gut. But to no avail.
It doesn’t take long for the guest turned new pred to realize that the feeling of a living, squirming meal weighing down their middle isn’t so bad. In fact, while their friend cries out for help, the guest just belches in response, no longer terrified, and is now satisfied with the dinner they didn’t expect but nonetheless enjoyed greatly.
The experienced pred instructs a servant to start rubbing the new pred’s belly, both to demonstrate to the new pred how good rubs on a very full belly feel, and to also encourage the guest’s stomach to start digesting the still very much active prey.
The experienced pred shared stories with their guest about their past meals, first preys, and even gave them much advice.
All while the once moving large bulge eventually grew still, shrunk significantly, and was dissolved into nutrient rich sludge to be absorbed by the new predator’s gurgling intestines, like normal foods had been before.
While the new pred did treasure their friend very much and would miss them dearly for the rest of their life, this was probably how it was meant to be.
They could always make new friends. And of course, they could always enjoy a new type of food as well.
Been thinking about preds that have constantly overtaxed guts, the stomach constantly processing the remains of their countless prey, because swallowing people whole and alive has warped their body's perception of hunger so much that the pred feels starved if not packed full...
Imagine, another prey added to the softening pile of meat in their stomach, bloated to the point that you could easily see the imprint of a curled-up body, stomach letting out lethargic gurgles and growls as it slooowly tries to drain all that sludge deeper into the pred's body.
The bubbling, sloshing, churning as they walk, the irritated whine of their stomach at the slightest disturbance, the bloat of their stomach visible through the pounds of fat they've amassed from selfishly gulping down others so their stomach is topped up with meat..
“…when someone is in your belly, it’s like, their body and your body somehow… fit, all the sudden.
your stomach’ll stretch just enough and they’ll sorta shrink just enough and… I dunno, apparently that’s different for everyone too, how you’ll …fill someone’s stomach.
Like maybe it’s a capacity thing... Like maybe some bellies have a lot of room, or some bodies feel smaller.
All I know is it feels different, for everyone, how they’ll feel inside you.”
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so, i’m about 10,000+ words into a v/ore fic oop.
i reread this^ bit while editing and wondered if it did anything for anyone else
