When you wake up today, you're groggy. For a moment, it's hard to remember what happened... But when a low whine sounds from your engorged belly, it all comes rushing back.
You can't help but to smirk as you lift a hand to your stomach and pat it.
Yesterday was your favorite day of the year. August 8th, AKA vore day. Let's just say that you took advantage of that.
It was total mayhem. Everywhere you looked, preds were eyeing prey up while prey shifted nervously, trying to get away. Other preds were hauling around full stomachs, a sleepy haze coming to their eyes as they tried to fight the oncoming food coma. It was both enjoyable and amusing to see so many preds letting loose and doing what they were made to do. Consume.
You weren't any different. Yesterday, you had plenty of errands to run, but while doing so, you kept your eye out, searching for the perfect meal. Towards the end of the day, you finally saw her, alone, in a store.
There was a nervous gleam in her eye as you came near. She was wary, and how could she not be? After being a prey for so long, she had every right to be wary. That's what had gotten her this far, after all.
But oh, she was so, so sweet. She smiled at you, and uttered a few kind words. Maybe she was trying to distract you. Who knows. If that was her goal, it was working... At first. She was so sweet, so kind, that is honestly disarmed you. You'd never met anyone as cute as her. For a moment, you contemplated letting her go and just finding a different prey. As you were about to open your mouth and ask for her number, you caught a whiff of her sweet, tender scent... And as soon as you did, it was all over for her.
You could tell that she sensed the change in the air. The way your face suddenly had a predatory glint. The way your stomach let out a low growl. She went pale and tried to squeak out an excuse, but it was too late.
Before she could try to escape, you grabbed her shoulders with your hands. She tensed up and froze as you leaned down close to her face. She was much smaller than you, so even if she squirmed in your grip, she wouldn't be able to escape. Nothing has escaped your ravenous hunger before, anyways.
Her eyes shut tightly and she lets out a whimper as you take her head in and start tasting her. As you suspected, she's very sweet and very tender. As you take the first greedy gulp, you can't help but to wonder how no other pred has gobbled her up before, given how perfect she is on every way.
She stretches your throat a little as you swallow, but not painfully so. It feels quite heavenly to finally have prey travelling down to your stomach, after waiting all day. By the third swallow, it seems that the reality of the situation has finally hit her, and she begins squirming... But by that time, you've got her stuffed halfway down your gullet. You swing your head up to allow gravity to aid in her descent. Now, you don't even need to swallow anymore. She starts slipping in further, with her squirms only pushing her down faster.
Quickly, you pluck her shoes off and drop them on the floor before closing your mouth over her feet. You could let her slowly slip down into your stomach... But that last swallow always feels too good. Tipping your head back slightly, you make that last, powerful swallow. You relish every second you feel your throat muscles dragging her down, and, finally, she's deposited into your hungry stomach.
You let out a satisfied sigh and rest a hand on your stomach. This is a meal you want to savor, so, quickly, you leave the store without even buying anything and head home. By the time you're home, you can feel your prey squirming within you, which only pulls a soft chuckle out of you. For one, you've had much bigger, stronger prey before, and two, don't prey know that squirming only speeds up digestion?
You saunter into your room, holding your stomach proudly. When you get there, you flop onto you back in bed. The movement jostles your stomach, earning some gurgles from your stomach and an indignant kick from your prey.
You sigh and lean back, running your hands over your stomach.
"You were a good one," You utter. There's a muffled reply, but you aren't sure what she says. Her voice is muffled by your powerful stomach. You chuckle again and poke your stomach playfully.
"We have a long night together, you and I," You say teasingly. "I hope you're ready for these next few hours."
Your words are true. You two have a long, lovely (at least, it's lovely for you) night together. Unsurprisingly, your words bring about panicked struggling. Meanwhile, you reclined, a smug, lazy smile on your face as you enjoyed feeling your prey struggle.
Eventually, though, you fell asleep, deciding to let your stomach do it's job.
Now that it's morning, though, your stomach is significantly smaller... But still noticeable. You hadn't expected your prey to hang around this long... But you aren't complaining.
