I can't stop thinking about a rebellious hostage prince being kept in a rival kingdom's castle, and he keeps trying to escape, and in response the king has him restrained and fattened up, so that he can't keep making escape attempts. Once the prince is too fat and mindless to run anywhere, the king keeps him as a cock sleeve, naked save for the collar, and nipple and cock piercings, connected with delicate gold chains. The plump prince grows bigger with the king's multitude of heirs, and he can only whine and beg for belly rubs, and occasionally swallows a servant whole. His ample figure fills out much of the king's massive bed, his breasts are always too full, and his babies seem to move at all hours.
💕 When a fat belly has so much skin, yet once they're pregnant and nearly due, it's taut as a drum with no give whatsoever
I'm biting at the bars of my enclosure. You mean that fat belly with all those rolls just gets so full with baby all the rolls disappeared???? Literally it doesn't get better than that. The stretch marks would go crazy. I'm not normal about this, it's one of my favorite ideas. And it would be so heavy. Those jumbo hips plus a giant dome belly in the way? I can't imagine wanting to get up for any reason like that.
Multiplayer game where your character is trying to escape a strange food filled labyrinth, and every time the character dies they're randomly assigned either Livestock, Game, Farmer, or Hunter. The game, and subsequent respawning, ends when someone finds the exit. You have a minimap that only shows you areas you've already explored, and does not show other players.
You have to balance your character's insatiable appetite, avoid food and they starve, but eat too much and they'll become slower. Any interaction with another character results in either eating them, being eaten, or occasionally a stalemate, with each character's assigned trait being symbolized on them, and odds of being eaten are decided by both the characters' assigned roles and a random roll of the die. Game have slightly higher odds of eating others than Livestock, and Hunters have slightly higher odds of eating others than Farmers. Farmers and Livestock have slightly higher odds of eating unavoidable, randomly spawned food items than Game and Hunters do. Exploring the labyrinth will lead to finding occasional upgrades to a strength attribute to offset your character's slowing movement speed and raise their likelihood of eating instead of being eaten. Strength attribute half transfers to whoever eats who, meaning that when you respawn after being eaten your strength is halved, there is ample motive and risk to hunting other players down. Strength attribute is hidden because it looks just like any other food in the game, meaning there's no way to know if an item or another player has strength attribute unless you eat them.
If a timer runs out and no one has found the exit, or one player has eaten everyone else on the map and forced them to all respawn, a boss named the Minotaur spawns and hunts you down. The Minotaur cannot be eaten and has high odds of eating you, if it stalemates with you on its first attempt, it will leave you to go hunt someone else down and then circle back to you, until everyone is eliminated or someone finds the exit.
In the event that everyone is eaten by the Minotaur, it takes a ten minute nap wherever it ends up but doesn't despawn, while all the players respawn in random locations and are forced to continue to try to find the exit.
A bonus Nightmare Mode has no strength attribute, and instead has a speed attribute which only makes you faster but doesn't raise your likelihood of successfully eating another character, and there's no map to show you where you've already explored or where the Minotaur is, and the Minotaur doesn't sleep, just continues wandering around but gets slower as more players are eaten.
You work at an office of monsters and beasts of all kinds, but you're the diversity hire, the only human who works there, and as the boss's assistant at that. Some of your coworkers have threatened to eat you, but you know they're bluffing, no one pisses off the boss, the giant demon who formed the company was feared and respected by all of his employees. So when company dinners and pre-paid lunches inevitably soften you up, you think it's very possible that the boss will gulp you down himself and hire another human to take your place. This line of thinking leads you to finding a witch who does reformations, just in case you become brunch.
And you do try, briefly, to resist the free snacks in the break room and the complimentary donuts at meetings, but your resolve breaks and you figure with reformations in place you don't really need to fear being eaten anyways. Soon you've ballooned and need a whole new wardrobe, and your coworkers eye you up even more than before, the way your muffin top hangs over your belt, the way you jiggle going up the stairs, you can tell that you're tormenting them with how delicious you look, and having that kind of effect on them turns you on.
So when you get called into a one on one meeting with your boss, you think you know what to expect. The large office is beautifully decorated with art and differing seating, even a large hammock hanging from the rafters that you know your boss quite enjoys reading in, though you always found it amazing that any hammock was strong enough to hold such a monster. The giant demon you work for sat behind the large desk watches as you plop your wide ass into a chair and explains that your role within the company is being changed.
'This is it.' you think, 'He's gonna eat me.'
Feigning ignorance, you ask what that'll entail, thinking he'll surely tell you your new role will be lunch.
When he pulls you over to him you still aren't surprised, wondering if your fat form will give him heartburn and instantly getting horny at the thought. You are surprised when he doesn't eat you, instead splaying you on his desk, tearing off your clothes and tormenting your cunt with his hot forked tongue. Completely caught off guard and already so wet, it isn't long before you cum and as your boss scoops you up you again assume he's going to swallow you.
Instead your back is pressed against his chest, your legs are spread and you're lowered slowly onto his huge cock, forced to slide down further and further as it stretches you so wide. It's so big, proportional to the massive demon it belongs to, your cunt twitches around it as you feel it pushing deeper inside of you, you can see and feel the tip pressing against your insides as you finally fully sheath him.
He studies you as you pant and whimper, unable to form words at the feeling of being so stretched. He rubbed your clit and directed you to rub at his fat tip through your flab, before explaining that it was becoming too risky to let you continue to waddle about the company unclaimed, and that your corpulence was a distraction to the other employees.
With no further explanation than that, he began bouncing you mercilessly on his pulsing cock, grunting as you jiggled in his grasp, and all you could do was moan and cum over and over. In your dick dumb state you had no thoughts and no fears as you were pounded into. When he finally released inside of your aching pussy, you watched as your belly began to swell wider and rounder, sloshing loudly. It kept coming like a hose, your cunt milking out all the seed until there was nothing left. Your belly was the size of a yoga ball, tightly stretched around the huge load that had been packed in, and when your boss finally pulled his now flaccid dick out, he quickly grabbed a fat plug from a drawer in his desk and plugged you, before carrying you over to his hammock.
Completely engorged with seed and still riding the high of your multiple orgasms, you were panting and pliant as he cut his finger and painted a sigil around your bellybutton, your entire body soon engulfed in heat as two small nubby horns sprouted on your head and your breasts swelled with milk, which trickled from your tender nipples and down your round body. Your new role within the company was expansion, you would stay with your boss and grow him as many hell spawn as he wanted to pack into your fertile body. Now that you were properly claimed, no one would dare to even look at you, let alone try gobbling you down. Your fat form now existed solely for his pleasure.
He promised to take good care of you as his breeder, planning to make you cum whenever you wanted, milk you regularly, and feed you enough to grow massive healthy spawn, so much that you wouldn't be waddling anywhere, as this would be the best punishment for such a gluttonous human, who dared to grow so fat in a building full of monsters.
A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~
"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"
Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.
He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.
The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.
The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.
The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.
"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."
"And what's the potion do?"
"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."
Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.
Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.
"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."
Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."
Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.
As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?
Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.
"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.
"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."
"Urp! My face isn't fat."
Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."
After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.
"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.
"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.
A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.
Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."
"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.
Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"
"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.
Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.
As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.
"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."
"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.
"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.
His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.
"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"
Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.
"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."
Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."
"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."
The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."
"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."
Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.
"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."
"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."
Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."
His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."
It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.
Share with the world your notions of pred hucows and bulls~
Pred hucows:
They get so hungry and don't stop to think about the consequences of eating a stable hand, their four stomachs all noisy while churning the prey. Their breasts could also unintentionally pull people in, making them swell even larger, adding to their flab like a calorie bomb. I think hucows are probably especially gluttonous when they're pregnant or trying to bulk before a fair, they're ruled by their appetites after all. I imagine a lot of people assume hucows are too mindless and slow to be preds, but if you get too close to a hungry heifer anything can happen. Even if they're punished for eating someone, they can't help but enjoy the next few days of making extra thick cream.
Pred bulls:
Bulls have equally strong appetites but they express differently, their sex drives are so strong that they just can't help but thrust at the slightest provocation, if someone half hazardly touches a bull, it's no surprise if they get pulled into a massive cock, leaving the bull to rut until their prey is completely churned to cum, even better if their balls are so full they can't move. At the mercy of their own bodies, they're probably much less aggressive once they're full.
Currently thinking about a massive demon sent to annihilate all life, being forcibly contained by a very powerful, very maternal angel. The demon can't be killed so the angel keeps him in an almost constant sleep, using fattened human sacrifices to force the demon into a food coma. As the demon grows year after year, he needs more sacrifices to stay asleep, but eventually he's too fat to move and the angel lets him wake and teases him for eternity. The once powerful demon is now immobile, doing nothing but groaning, belching, and whimpering as the sheer mass of hundreds of souls in his gut will take at least a millennium to digest, and the angel has promised to top him up often.
