#big pred

[vore-mecca]

Jim’s really hungry, but is he actually gonna go for it?

The mask is coming off. He’s actually gonna try this!? I mean he’s devoured plenty of twinks, but never another Pred, and especially not that big! His eyes are way too big for his stomach and it’s gonna get him digested

Later that day

Welp, I’ve been corrected. Huh. Don’t mess around with Jim, eh.

[commorsicoclub]

Breakfast for Dinner/Vore

Standalone Vore story.

Size difference. Prey stuffing. Sexy times. Soft Vore. Safe vore. Aftercare.  Belly kink. 

This story does include some acts of a sexual nature. 

He watched the last piece of waffle being stuffed into the small creature’s mouth and as they chewed with reckless abandon and swallowed hard to get it down. Their little belly pushed out from under their shirt as they sat back into the chair with a loud content sigh, their eyes closed in post-dinner bliss. “You make the best waffles…”

He chuckled as finished drying the last of the dishes. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow to a messy kitchen, especially if tonight went as planned. “I use the good vanilla,” he told his small pot-bellied friend. His eyes lingered on them for an extended moment, the saliva beginning to pool under his tongue. He swallowed and turned back to his chores. Patience, he told himself. He needed to be patient. They weren’t going anywhere and certainly not in that state.

“I wish I knew how to cook like you.”

“If you knew how to cook like me,” he told them, pulling off his apron and hanging it back up in its place. “We would never have met.”

“Oh,” they said, looking sad. “That’s true.”

He leaned over the back of their chair, his larger head pressing against their much smaller one, and nuzzled the nape of their neck. “Luckily you didn’t. And here you are.”

His little friend hummed happily, nuzzling his back. “And here I am.”

His large hands reached down to rub at their sides and he couldn’t resist slipping one of them over the dome of their very full belly. Hands much smaller than his own grabbed onto his fingers.  

“You didn’t eat anything,” they said.  

“No, I’m not very fond of waffles.”

“Then why make them?”

“Because you love them.”

“I would have been okay with something else!” they told him. The way their little face looked into him with concern and love made him melt and it was all he could do not to wrap his arms round them completely and squeeze. “I’m not a picky eater!”

“So I’ve noticed.”  

“So you’re not going to have any dinner?”

He grinned into the top of their little head, unable to suppress the hungry growl from his lips. “Oh, I didn’t say that.”

For emphasis, he put both hands on their large tummy and rubbed. He felt them stiffen under his touch and in their small voice say, “Oh.”

“Oh, indeed.”

“I…guess I should’ve see this coming, huh?”

“We don’t have to,” he said to them, his voice low and sultry. He place a gentle kiss on their shoulder and then stuck his tongue out to lick at their flesh that was steadily getting warmer under his attentions. He could see their face in his peripheral vision and they were beat red. He grinned, elated to be eliciting such responses from them. He rubbed a lazy circle around their belly button with a single finger, their whole body shuddering at the touch. “But it would be a shame to let all this hard work go to waste. After all that cooking to get you nice and plump for me…”

“…Oh my.” Their little heart was fluttering wildly and their breath came fast and heavy. They were melting under his hands.

“And I have to tell you, darling,” he pressed lips to their ear and whispered. “You look absolutely delicious.”

That was the word that broke them and he heard their little gasp as they wiggled into their seat. Tiny hands came up to rub his cheeks tenderly, but they were shaking. “…oh…okay.”

He pulled one hand from their swollen middle to grab one of their trembling ones and planted a gentle kiss onto their wrist. “Don’t be scared, darling. I’ll be gentle.”

Before they could do more than whimper, he pulled them into arms and started making his way to the back bedroom. They wrapped their arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Turning his face to them, he returned the kiss, pressed his lips into theirs and breathing them in. They tasted like butter and syrup and he felt his whole self tremble in excitement. They had never given themselves over to him completely. Nothing more than kisses and tender licks. But tonight, he would claim them whole.

He dropped them onto the bed and grinned as they landed into the soft sheets with a delighted squeal. They were just as excited as he was and as he crawled up onto the bed with them, looming over them with his much larger frame, they squirmed and writhed as they looked into his eyes with want. He started with his favorite spot. Their belly.

The flesh under him quivered as he ran his tongue over them, murmuring in delight at their taste. As he lavished his sweet attentions to their middle, he slipped a hand under their shirt and began to lift it off of them. They held their arms up to help the garment slide off easier and it was tossed to the floor near the foot of the bed.

“Ah…” his dinner breathed hard as his tongue traveled up their chest to lick at their neck. Their hands were on his shoulders, pawing at the muscle as a kitten would kneed a blanket. “…lower.”

“As you wish,” he said lowly and with small flicks of his tongue, traveled back down their chest and over their belly and lower still. He pulled their pants off with a few impatient tugs and tossed them onto the same pile as their shirt. Their back arched when he arrived at their center and began to taste them there in their most intimate of places. Their panting was loud in his ears and they shook and suddenly moved as though to wiggle away from him. He gripped their hips and pulled them back to him. “I’m not done with you yet, morsel.”

“Ah!” the smaller one was delirious and was writhing as he sped up and pressed in harder.  They cried out and a sudden burst of flavor hit his tongue and he lapped at them greedily. They went limp in his grip and he found himself grinning madly, his own breath coming in hard fast pants. As gently as he could, he pulled them to his chest and turned so they lay atop him as he lounged on the mattress. His hands roamed over them, rubbing and petting and stealing tender touches as they floated down from their euphoria. He pressed his face into their hair and breathed them in, drunk on their smell and taste. His stomach released a low grumble that seemed to break them from their trance and they laughed in breathless delight.

“I…I think you might have worked up an appetite.”

He licked their ear. “Indeed. I’m ravenous.”

They began to shift and move, but he did not restrict them. He wanted them to feel comfortable for this next part as he knew they had never done it before and the last thing he wanted was to scare them from the experience. Because if they were willing, he was going to want to repeat this night many more times.

They straddled him and stared into his eyes with love and lust. Little hands ran over the hard muscles of his pecks and he could feel their legs tremble, but not from fear.

“Everyone warned me that it was too dangerous to date someone like you,” they told him, rubbing themseleves against his abdominal muscles. “That you’re so much bigger and would hurt me. Lie and say it wasn’t for real and just let me die inside you once you fooled me into letting you do it.”

“I would never want to hurt you,” he told them, cupping both of their cheeks in his hands and leaning forward to kiss them. They returned it and pressed hard into him and took a deep breath, taking him into them and humming with pleasure. “If this isn’t what you want,” he said as they parted, but they stopped him.

“It is,” they told him. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

The loopy and lusty smile that had been on their face most of the night dropped and they glared at him. “Just eat me, dammit.”

He laughed as he held the back of their head, petting them gently. “Alright, then. In you go, my plump and tender morsel…”

He pulled their head towards him and opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He took them into himself and pressed his tongue against their face for a quick taste, but did not want to suffocate them so he took his first real swallow. His whole body shuddered as they came to rest in his mouth, their belly just outside his lips, and he suckled them greedily. They squirmed between his jaws and he swallowed again. Their plump tummy rested on his tongue and he salivated uncontrollably as the feeling of the heavy, stuffed, belly in his mouth. The softness of it, the weight of it, and the shape. He felt the tightness in his pants pulse and he shuddered again. Two hard squelching gulps later and their deliciously plump belly fell into his gullet. Their head was just at the entrance to his stomach now and their wiggled were a little more urgent. They needed to breathe and so did he. Another series of gentle gulps had the rest of them slide into him and their weight shifted from his neck and chest to land heavily into his belly. He gasped for air and from the pleasurable tingles traveling from his navel to his loins and then spine and into his brain. He gripped his stomach and took a deep breath, but the air did not go to his lungs. Instead, he felt the flesh under him bulge further as his stomach inflated with fresh air for his yummy passenger. They were a heavy welcomed weight inside his belly and as they wiggled and squirmed around inside, it lite his senses on fire.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked, his breath labored with exertion and lust. The feeling of their small hand rubbing their stomach lining sent a wave of tingles through him.

“I’m fine!” they replied, sounding winded, but happy.

“So,” he asked his belly, rubbing the bulge that was his dearest with both of his hands. “How was your first time?”

“Hm,” they said in contemplation. “Wet!”

He laughed, causing his belly to shake and jostle his meal who squealed with laughter as they bounced about. “So did you enjoy yourself?”

“Mm-hm,” they replied. “A lot more than I thought I would actually.”

“Oh? Well I am very glad to hear that.”

“Oh I bet you are!” they laughed at him.

“So would you be willing to do this again?”

“…tonight?” they asked confused

“No,” he chuckled as he settled into the sheets. “Other nights.”

“…will you make me more waffles?”

He grinned and rubbed his belly affectionately . “Darling I will make you so many waffles you won’t be able to walk.”