Pred Suggestions

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Would it be possible to pin a link to the submission guidelines, for mobile users? I can't see it in the app

I'll copy and paste them here, since they're just on the 'submit' page which you can't see on the mobile app:

Tag nsfw.

All submissions must be in the format of the prompts on here, using gender-neutral pronouns(they/them) and use proper grammar and capitalization.

All characters involved must be 18+ and not related

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Stick to the vore part if it's nsfw.

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I accidentally deleted the ask. My apologies!

I was more than happy to take on a wiling meal. That is, until now. I feel them shift within me, cheerfully asking how much longer I will be keeping them. Oh. They expected to be let go. I never told them that wasn't going to be possible. I run my hands over my distended belly, feeling them twitch beneath my touch. There, just relax, now. Just relax... They are starting to get worried. It has been about ten minutes, and by now, I'm sure things are at least starting to itch.

"Just rest, little one" I croon, rubbing my stomach. "It won't be too much longer." I can't bring myself to lie, even though it would make things easier. Thankfully, it seems to calm them just enough to relax once more. A long, low gurgle groans around them, signifying that the process has only just begun.

It is such a rush of mixed emotions that I feel, as the churning grows stronger within me. On one hand, I feel delightfully full. On the other, incredibly guilty. I truly thought they knew what they were agreeing to.

“That's it...rest my little treat...rest."

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Well, this isn't what I expected, but as long as you're happy...

I rub my hands softly over my round belly, admiring how far it juts out from its usual position, hard and firm and jiggling slightly.

I never thought I could contain this much regular food, much less something alive. I feel stretched - full beyond belief. It's a new feeling, but not entirely unpleasant.

You squirm slightly, trying to get comfortable inside. I gasp, stiffening slightly as you wriggle against the walls of my stomach, giggling and trying to get my attention.

It feels amazing when you move in there. I never knew my insides were so sensitive. The surface too - I never knew belly rubs could feel so good.

I hope you're enjoying yourself, too. After all, this was your idea.

Well, let me know when you want out. For now, I'm just going to relax and enjoy.

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Miserable in there? I would hope so. Out? Ha! I don't think so! No, I think you're going to stay right there where you belong, tucked away deep inside my belly.

You think it's uncomfortably warm now? Just wait a few minutes, it's going to be absolutely sweltering in there. You're going to practically cook, and all the while my stomach walls are going to be churning around you, doing what they do best.

I'd give you a couple hours at most. Any longer than that and you'll be little more than slush, rounding out my belly nicely and sloshing with every movement I make.

I'll be enjoying it, too - all of it. The indignant complaints, the demands, the begging, the pleading, the inevitable breakdown into desperate sobs. Every desperate struggle as you try everything you've got to escape, to no avail. The firmness of your form giving way underneath my hands, liquefying slowly.

How does it feel to know that you're trapped with no escape? To know that in a day, you'll be little more than a layer of fat on your worst enemy?

Bad? I hope so.

You deserve it, after what you did. Nobody hurts the people I care about twice - and now you know why.

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The pred gets food delivered to their house, but decides the person bringing it looks more tasty instead

Oh, quit your whining in there. It's your fault you're in there, showing up at my door smelling so delicious...

...Why yes, I did order pizza, but that doesn't mean it's MY fault you looked tasty. See, it even says 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' on the box! And I must say, you were most definitely more satisfying than any pizza could be.

Now quit whining and settle down.

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Look, I didn't set out intending to eat you. It's not like I leave the house going 'yep, today I'm going to eat some totally innocent person for no reason!'

Okay, so I acted on instinct. Is that really my fault? You just smelled so damn good... I couldn't help myself, I knew I had to have you in my belly from the moment I first saw you.

If it's any consolation, you were incredibly tasty. All the best parts of sweet and salty mixed together into one wriggling treat... Mmm, I'm hungry again just remembering the delicious way you squirmed all the way down.

You really did hit the spot, so to say, and I hope you will forgive me for doing this so suddenly to you, a total stranger... I suppose I should let you go now, I've had my fun...

...Well, actually... I know it's poor manners, but would it be truly rude to ask for just another ten minutes?

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A pred who nomms their shaky, terrified prey in order to smuggle them away to a safer location unnoticed?

Look, I'm sorry about this. I know you're terrified, but I don't have any other choices, okay?

I promise you you'll be fine as I reluctantly lift you to my lips, guiding your shivering little body gently down my throat. You taste delicious, but I don't mention it - there's a right time and place, and this is definitely not it.

I can hear you whimper as you're squeezed into my belly, curling into a tight ball as my stomach walls press in on you. I can feel your heartbeat below mine, going maybe twice the speed.

"You're safe," I mutter, putting a hand over you protectively. I meant what I said. I promise no harm will come to you while you're in there, whatever you might be thinking right now.

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Squirm all you like, but there's nowhere to go but down.

You do just that as I slurp your legs into my throat, purring slightly as I get my first taste of you. I taste your legs thoroughly as you wriggle and scream - why are you yelling? No one's going to hear you and even if they did, I certainly wouldn't mind dessert.

I wonder what if feels like to you as I take another greedy, eager gulp, feeling the saliva dribble down my chin as I push you in up to your waist. Certainly slimy, that's for sure. But how does it feel to know you are food?

You're helpless right now. I am unquestionably stronger. There is only one way this is going to end, and it's with you tucked away in my belly, slimy and shivering in the unbearable heat as the slick walls close in around you.

I idly wonder what that feels like as I swallow you down further, putting a hand on my slightly swollen stomach as I feel your feet squeeze inside. You plead and thrash as I finish the job, purring with pleasure as you slip down my gullet and fill out my stomach.

I gasp for breath as the last of you is squeezed inside, letting out a massive belch as you try to squirm against the thick wall of muscle holding you in place. I look down at my belly, enjoying the fullness and pride of a satisfying meal.

I still can't help but wonder what this feels like from your end, . I've been told it's painful. Would you mind letting me know how it feels in there? It's not like you have anything left to lose.

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Anyone else get those days where you just know deep down inside that one prey isn't going to cut it?

Well, every time without fail, I end up binging uncontrollably until I feel like I'm about to explode. Ending up stuffed to within an inch of my life with frantically squirming prey, all desperately trying to go in different directions.

It's a rush, definitely, to look down at my massive belly and try to remember how many people I just ate, only to realize I lost count halfway through. Feeble attempts to shush desperate prey so I can go to sleep - not that there's any point to that, in an hour my guts are going to be gurgling louder than any protests you could offer and I'm still definitely going to sleep through it.

And it's not like there's any hiding a feast that big, either. Nope, I just end up passed out in a food coma wherever I ended up, discarded posessions and incriminating scraps of fabric thrown every which way. It's not like anyone's going to disturb me, though. I mean, given how many ive already managed to fit in there, no sane prey wants to risk being my fifth 'just one more, then I swear I'll be done' of the day.

...They do get rather judgemental, though. I mean, don't look at me, it's not even really my fault! Sometimes I just get that hungry! Besides, if all you tasty prey didn't want to be part of my feast, then maybe you shouldn't be delicious and within arm's reach. Just saying.

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"Oh, stop being so dramatic." I laugh a little and give my belly a firm squeeze. Your cursing is muffled, but I can certainly feel the kick you aim in the general direction of my touch. "...Although for such a drama queen, you sure were tasty."

I lean back in my chair, causing you to frantically scramble for purchase as my belly shifts. I decide to add to the fun - hefting my belly and giving it a good shake is surely enough to disorient you a bit. Your wiggling redoubles as I jiggle your fleshy prison, grinning and chuckling at your indignant reaction.

All that movement seems to have dislodged something - I let out a loud belch, sighing in relief as the pressure inside lessens slightly, and licking the remnants of your flavor from my lips.

"Oh... That was good..." I poke at you, trying to elicit a reaction. "Hey, why don't you do that again, huh?"

But you're done playing my game, and have selected to remain still and silent. I sigh in disappointment. Oh well, it's so much more fun when they squirm... Well, now it's time to relax and decide your fate.

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Could I request a safe, willing scenario where the prey gets a tongue bath before being swallowed up to rest in a cozy tum?

I can feel you squirming against my tongue a little as I cover you in wet, sticky saliva - I know you probably aren't enjoying this part all that much, too impatient to get to the final act, but I can't help it. I simply have to taste you, to lick the delicious flavor off every square inch of your soft skin. and I know you're impatient, but I'm still going to take my time doing it.... You are much too delectable to resist.

After I'm satisfied I've tasted all there is to taste, I gently pull you into my mouth, rolling your tiny body around on my tongue. Your protests are muffled, but I can still hear them. You're growing irritated with me for taking too long. Maybe it's time I fulfill my end of the deal.

I ease you towards the back of my throat and swallow, pulling you down into my gullet. I can feel you starting to keep still in there, but you can't help the wiggles of excitement. I swallow again, and down you go. I feel everything as you are squeezed into my stomach, a comforting weight at the center of my being.

I put a hand over my belly as you relax inside, feeling the slight curve that wasn't there before. I smile as you press against my hand, feeling the fluttery movement from inside.

I hope you're enjoying yourself in there, because I certainly am. Let me know when you want out... Right now, I think we could both use a nap.

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are you sure you can eat me? Well, I think I'm not easy prey for you and I'm sure it wouldn't be easy digestion, I hope so..

You know, I'm sensing a common theme with all you little snacks. You all think you're the special one that'll escape, that this time, it'll be different and the little guy will win.

Spoiler: You won't. I've eaten countless prey like you, who all though they were juuust as special and clever as I'm sure you think you are. All of them ended up easy meals, dinnertime entertainment and a soup of digesting meat to sleep off later.

All those tricks you think will make me cough you up? Those don't work, either. I'd invite you to try, though - desperate squirming in my belly never fails to brighten my mood.

[pred-suggestions]

Do you guys think you'll ever be pulling new mods onto the team?

I think it would be a good idea, but it’s really up to the owner of the blog!

-Hannah

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I was thinking about this too, actually! I'll set up an application soon.

- Vyce

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Could you write something where a much more experienced pred comforts a prey that has had bad experiences with being nommed on in the past but is trying to rediscover that it's a good thing?

I can tell immediately that they are having second thoughts. It’s only natural, after what they’ve been through. While I’ve done this before, it still makes my heart twist to see someone this terrified. 

In times like this, its important for me to remember that they asked for this. A positive experience sometimes has the ability to chase negative memories away, or at least keep them at bay for a while. So, I lift them up to my mouth, opening my jaws wide. 

I hear a squeak as they touch my tongue. I have to restrain myself here; if I seem to eager, its sure to spook them even more. Nevertheless, the burst of flavor makes me close my eyes, lost in pure bliss. Yes, this is going to be an enjoyable meal. 

After they are safely tucked away in my gut with one final swallow, I place a hand protectively where I can feel their form curling up, shaking. 

“You may not feel like it right now, but you’re safe with me. I promise.” I say softly, hoping that it sounds reassuring. “You won’t feel any pain, and I’ll let you out whenever you want. You aren’t trapped, and you’re certainly not in any danger. Shhhhh. Try to relax now. Relax...” 

-Hannah

[pred-suggestions]

Do you guys think you'll ever be pulling new mods onto the team?

I think it would be a good idea, but it’s really up to the owner of the blog!

-Hannah

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Hey um,, can I be eaten please? I'm really really tired and I just wanna be close to someone,, I can squirm on the way down though if you'd like,,

Well, I never turn down free meals. Of course you can...

...Mmm, it's always so nice to be full. I hope you're comfortable as well; it must be very warm and snug in there.

I have business to attend to, so let me know if you require anything. I'll let you out later, once I can find a quiet moment.

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Do you prefer fatal or safe?

Personally, I prefer fatal, but I like both.

- Vyce