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Aches and pains in your joints? The rhythmic, warm squeezings from a stomach should sort you right out. Need somewhere to take your mind off of a flare-up? Maybe the soothing rocking motions of a swaying gut will distract you for a while. Far from home, and you can't walk without feeling an intense shock shoot through your body? Rest a while in a belly, let the predator walk you home.
Let me know of this post is ableist and I'll burn it with gasoline.
Roberto woke up on the sofa, blanket lovingly draped over him- he could tell one of the others must’ve fixed it for him because he was tucked in. He must’ve fallen asleep out here watching TV. He glanced at the clock- 12:34 p.m. Danny was out already, then. He was meeting up with his brother Lyle today. Bobbi sat up and stretched, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Weird not to see Swampy out and about, she WAS the early riser of the three. Of course, the very first place to check was the room, so after a minute of bracing himself, he stood up and walked in. He didn’t IMMEDIATELY see her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there. This is a universe where the size of someone can be easily manipulated at will, this is MY weird vore offshoot AU and I get to do whatever the fuck I want. Moving on- Bobbi crept up to the bed and carefully started peeling the covers back. He saw the briefest shift underneath, a spot he was just about to unveil. Yep, Swamps was teeny… Bobbi opted to leave the covers over her. He sat down on the floor beside the bed and stared at the spot.
“Hey Swamps…” He spoke up after about a minute of silence.
“You don’t have to say anything… I’m just trying to be here for you.” He added, trying to help her feel comforted.
“Danny left around eleven, right? I’m sorry you’ve been alone since then. I would’ve gotten up if I knew you needed me.” He sighed, slowly climbing onto the bed, but keeping his distance.
“I’m here now, though! I want to be-” He really wished he was better at comforting people. He worried he was only making things worse, but he couldn’t just- do nothing. He opened the nightstand- they kept some snacks and waters in there for when they were itty like this- for convenience. Man, everything was so little when he was full sized- he set a bag of chips and a bottle of water on top of the stand before closing the drawer.
“I like having you here, even when you’re not feeling well… Danny and I wouldn’t have moved into this apartment with you if we didn’t want you around all the time.” He lifted up the covers to look at her.
“Do you want something to eat? I got stuff out for you.”
She glanced at him, barely lifting a hand and gesturing for him to come closer. He figured she wanted help up, so he carefully lifted her and set her on his thigh, propping her back up against him. She tensed at first, but only briefly, and she relaxed when he handed her what he’d gotten out. She ate and drank quietly, leaning against him, occasionally tilting her head back to look at him.
“I love you, Swampy. I think you’re wonderful.” He mumbled, looking down at her. He carefully placed his index finger on her belly, gently rubbing circles into it. Her face flushed, but she didn’t push him away.
“You’re so sweet… always there for Danny and I when we need you… I’m glad you’re letting me return the favor. I know I’m not doing the best job, but-”
“You’re doing great.” She murmured, placing her hand on his fingertip. Bobbi blinked in surprise before smiling. Oh, really? Well… alright!
“It’s just… I don’t know. I’m worried you guys are stuck with me, when you-” She started, only for Roberto to cut her off.
“We all feel that way… it’s just nonsense our brains say, right? You know that.”
“Y-yeah, I do, but… it’s hard not to worry.”
“I know, I know…” He sighed and nodded. She took a few more swigs of water and munched on a few more chips. She offered him some, but- he wanted to stay at this size- for uh… reasons. She blushed and finished her chips quietly. They stared off at the wall in silence for a minute before she looked up at him once again. He avoided eye contact, taking the empty bag she held out to him- then the water. He set both back on the nightstand before fiddling with his hands. She continued to stare up at him. He was blushing too.
“Roberto?” She called. He turned his face further away, obscuring his mouth with a hand. She smiled softly, even giggled a little.
“Do you want to be my big, strong man?” She cooed. He knew EXACTLY what she meant by that.
“Y-yes! Yes… I… I want…” He stammered, shutting his eyes tight.
“I want to eat you…” He confessed, opening them back up to finally make eye contact. Swampy tilted her head to the side. Her heart was all goopy, her expression was sappy and lax.
“My heart sings for your stomach…” She spoke softly.
“I know it must be singing back.” She was barely loud enough for him to hear.
“You’re sure it’s okay? I don’t want anyone showing interest just for me- I want to comfort you.” He whined, carefully scooping her up in his hands.
“I asked last time, didn’t I? Danny and I aren’t- messing with you. It’s sweet… I think it’s sweet that you want to have me so close.” She insisted, sitting up tall.
“You promise?”
“Yes, of course I do, but- if you’re having doubts…”
“N-no, no, I was just checking.” He whispered, lifting her up to kiss her little face- and to quickly wrap his lips around her torso. Swampy hummed softly, pressing her hands and the side of her face against his tongue. Warm, soft, squishy… homey. Bobbi tilted his head back, letting her climb in and curl up. Once she was secure, he opened his mouth to rub circles into her back with a finger. So small, so precious… she was perfect to him. It broke his heart to know she was just as mean to herself as he was to himself. Sherman deserved the world, and Bobbi only wished he could give it to her. Still, in a moment, he would BE her world, and he was always hers. He tilted his head further and closed his mouth, swallowing when she started to slip into his throat. The growing warmth inside of her from pure glee spread out to meet the warmth of his insides seeping in. She squealed in delight when she slid into his stomach. The walls quickly contracted, welcoming her presence with a brief, tight hug. Bobbi cupped his face in his hands, flustered beyond belief. He was so overcome with emotion, he couldn’t help it! He was keeping her safe, making her happy. He loved her with so much more than just his heart. Sure, she resided in his heart in that vague, blissful, spiritual sense, but she was actually in his stomach. Cozy, cherished, and as close as possible.
yes censorship laws affect queer people but especially kinksters and porn creators, sex workers too, ESPECIALLY QUEER ONES. they deserve to be protected and fought for too no matter what.
Love thinking about preds going to get an xray and the tech can see the small prey inside them, when in real life it's impossible to tell because the prey is small enough not to make a lump
Maybe it's silly like
"Ma'am, why do you have a tiny making peace signs in your stomach,"
The pred is beet red, hiding behind her hand as she tries to explain.
"She thought it would make a unique couples photo..."
Starting now this blog will no longer be accepting requests. It's been a good run but my heart just isn't in the bit anymore. I'm moving on to bigger and better things 👍
Thank you all so much for the goofiness over the years. No matter if you're actually into vore or just here to be silly it was great to have you! Mod Plague is still inactive and attached to this blog so there isn't much I can do with it, maybe one day they'll pop back in and finally leave lol.
For now, the pred flag is open for the taking. If you want to make your own Your Fave is a Pred blog, be NY guest! I am passing the torch to another. The pred and prey flags are here for your usage
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