#bigger prey

[sindumpster]

Mermay doodles

It’s actually criminal how little I’ve drawn this version of him

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Merry Christmas everyone! I know it’s Christmas Eve but oh well. And Happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, Yule, and any other holidays I accidentally missed!

I have finished another fic in time for Christmas though, so enjoy!

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore with bigger prey

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It had been Quackity’s idea first.

He wanted to see how different it was to store Karl in his normal form, but at first the brunette hadn’t agreed. Not because he didn’t want to, curiosity got the better of him a lot. It was just because most potions he’s drunk in this form did not absorb into his system. The avian backed off, but then approached the next day with a splash potion of shrinking and a grin. “You seem awfully eager to do this. Are you sure it’ll be okay?”

He didn’t say it outright, the idea of one of his limbs getting caught in the sphincter that led to his real stomach, but he also didn’t have to. Quackity’s grin dimmed to a soft smile, and he took a seat beside the lanky form. “I’m not going to lie to you, I’m a little worried about it too. We have to see how big you are when shrunken first, but I can promise you right now you’re not gonna be in any kind of danger if I can help it.”

Karl couldn’t help himself from melting at the words full of love and care towards him, using his lankiness to his advantage and wrapping the avian up in a hug, mindful of his wings while he smothered him in kisses. “You’re such a sap, I love it. I love you.” The blackette was squirming slightly, laughing whenever the shapeshifter gave him the ability to breathe. “I love you too.” He spoke breathlessly.

The moment was cut short by Sapnap walking into the living room, about to announce dinner only to find both fiancés out of breath and flushed down to their collarbones. “You guys were kissing without me?” He pouted, and the former brunette reached an arm up to wrap around him and tugged him down to give him a proper kiss as well. “Well, we were just talking. But you know how that goes.” The avian shrugged, standing to head to the kitchen to get a plate. “What were you guys talking about?” “Quackity wants to try storing me while I’m in this form.” The fireborn blinked, processing the words before looking back to the kitchen. “But wouldn’t that- I dunno. Q knows his limits, I guess.” “He said it’s entirely dependent on how small the shrinking potion makes me. He isn’t gonna put me in danger or anything. Maybe if I get small enough you can store me in this form too.” “I won’t lie, I’ve been kinda curious about it.” “Maybe after tomorrow when me and Quackity try, I doubt he still wants to tonight after eating.” With that, he allowed Sapnap to pull him off the couch and lead him to the dining room, though he had to duck slightly to get into the doorway. His thoughts began to drift as he sat down at the table, still towering slightly over the Mexican across from him.

He’d never learned his height in human terms while in this form, and he couldn’t help but be curious about it! Naturally, there was no easy way to measure that, so all he had was his guesstimate of around seven or eight feet. Maybe nine? Thinking on it, that would make him roughly between seven to nine inches if he shrunk, and he worried slightly about Quackity being able to get him down. Though, that was a question for tomorrow, since Sapnap brought his and Karl’s plate to the table. “You didn’t have to do that!” “I know.” The fireborn took his spot between the two fiancés on the side of the table, and they ate dinner without much fanfare. It seemed the avian decided to drop the topic for the night, as when he finished he washed his dishes and headed upstairs, calling it an early night. He had seemed pretty tired, in his defense. Running a nation built around income and casinos and shiny lights couldn’t be easy, and he’d bet money it was a lot harder than what he and Sapnap do in Kinoko Kingdom.

When he finished, he invited the blackette to join him for a movie when he was done before washing his dishes and going to the living room to set it up. For the rest of the night, the two simply relaxed in each other’s arms, and the thought about what tomorrow would bring didn’t linger in their minds long.

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Karl had to have had a nightmare, he couldn’t remember, but when he woke up it was on the couch with a stiff neck and- oh, he was in his human form. Yea, definitely had to have had a nightmare, he only switched forms unconsciously when he was dealing with negative emotions or trying to make himself smaller, less of a target. Stretching his form out, he sighed in relief as the stiffness wore away. Just in time, too, as not a minute passed before he was practically tackled by his winged fiancé as he came running into the living room. “Why did you sleep on the couch? I missed you.” He looked up at him with a frown, and Karl offered him an apologetic look. “I meant to head upstairs after the movie, I just got sleepy.” He didn’t even remember if Sapnap had fallen asleep with him, but he was alone when he woke up. Not really new, he tended to be the last to wake up.

“You didn’t even make it through the movie.” Speak of the fireborn, and there he appeared, giving both a soft look from where he stood behind the sofa. “Oh.” “I tried to wake you up, but you started doing that thing where you stretch your limbs out further any time I tried to pull you off the couch.” Quackity snorted at the mental image, and Karl couldn’t help but smile mischievously. “Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough.” “I would have pulled a muscle if I did, then I wouldn’t be able to do the manhunt today.” “Oh yea, I forgot about that.” “Yeah. I'm gonna go ahead and head that way, I’ll be back tonight.” He gave the avian a hug, leaving a kiss on his cheek before pulling away and holding his arms out for the shapeshifter to lean into. “Have fun, kick Dream’s ass for us.” Quackity said, walking towards the kitchen to start breakfast for the duo. “We’ll see. Depends on how willing everyone is to work together to get him and what tricks he’s got up his sleeve. Have a good day Karl, love you.” He lowered his voice for the last part, pressing a kiss to his forehead since he’d lowered himself to be able to hug him. “Love you too. Have fun, we’ll see you tonight.”

The fireborn left after making sure the two would be okay, and once he’d left Karl was tugged into the kitchen. “So.. are you still on board to try shrinking in this form?” “Yea, if you think it’ll work. Wanna eat breakfast first?” “Yea, it’d probably be best.” At some point before the meal was actually finished, he’d managed to switch back to his true form, standing in the doorway of the kitchen and simply watching his fiancé cook. Quackity was, and he didn’t like admitting it, the better cook of the three of them. He and Sapnap had gotten a lot better since they’d all become lovers, but the avian still held the better cooking skills. The only thing is, Quackity hates having people in the kitchen longer than necessary, he says it ‘interrupts the flow’. Plus, he wouldn’t really know how to help, he’s never cooked in this form.

He didn’t even realize he’d been staring until the avian was waving a spatula in front of his eyes, looking amused, perplexed and a little nervous all at once. “Karl, I love you but you’re kinda freaking me out with that.” “Huh?” “The staring. It’s different when you have more human looking eyes, but like the beady eyes are …kinda triggering my fight or flight.” He grimaced as he said it. “It’s nothing against you or this form, I love you no matter what. It’s just my stupid ins-“ “I understand, Q.” Focusing, he managed to pull himself back to his human form and pressed a kiss to his fiancé’s cheek, not missing the slightly sad look he got when he’d turned back. “Your instincts aren’t stupid. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” “That form is uncomfortable for you, though.” He pouted.

“Well, finish breakfast and I won’t be in it much longer then.” He directed the other back to the stove, but not before getting a playful shove. “Impatient, you know it takes a while to cook if you want edible food.” With a chuckle, he went to set the dining room. It didn’t take long, simply setting two spots with silverware and getting two juice cups, before he settled down at the table himself, closing his eyes as his mind drifted about being stored again.

He’d probably be harder to get down in this form, and hopefully he won’t freak out like he had. No, he couldn’t freak out. If he panicked, he’d put both of them in a world of trouble. It would be stupid to lose a canon life over this. He just.. needed to gather his bearings as he was stored, is all.

A plate of pancakes was set in front of him, along with some syrup. A plate of bacon and sausage was set in the middle of the table as his fiancé took his seat beside the other. “You okay?” “Yeah, a little tired, a little nervous.” “Yeah, I hear that. I’m nervous too, if it makes you feel better.” “A little.” He smiled, digging into his pancakes. Despite the nerves, he was pretty excited. Plus, when it was all said and done, he had a warm spot to take a nap in, as close to his fiancé as possible. He couldn’t ask for a better day, if only it didn’t bother him so much to get there.

It did not take long to finish breakfast, Karl doing the dishes as Quackity went upstairs to set up the potion. Neither had changed out of their pajamas, and for that Karl was kind of thankful. It didn’t matter in his true form, but for Quackity’s sake. At least he also got to be comfortable when they did this. He finished the dishes pretty quickly, setting them out to dry as he retired to the sofa as his thoughts consumed his mind again.

He couldn’t deny, he was curious too. Would his fiancé be able to store him in his true form? Would he fit in Quackity’s crop anymore? It definitely wouldn’t be spacey, hell, it's hardly spacious when he’s in his shrunken human form, and he knows he’s bigger with this one. ...Would it be obvious he was there?

That thought alone halted his entire brain. He knew that when they usually stored each other, the other was usually small enough that it was unnoticeable. Even when the one that had been eaten was moving, it wasn’t noticeable at all, except to the person who’d eaten them. There would be no hiding the fact that he was stored by Quackity, and that didn’t even count Sapnap. Even with his storage pouch being bigger he’d still probably be noticeable on the outside. To be honest, he couldn’t decipher how he felt about that.

“Ready?” He jumped, turning sharply to face the other, face slightly burning as if the other had been reading his mind. “Uh, sure!” He didn’t get far with that, the avian’s eyes narrowing and the potion being set on the table. “Uh huh. Wanna tell me what’s going through your mind?” “Did you consider that if this works, I’m gonna be.. visible? From the outside?” He shrugged, taking a seat beside the brunette. “I don’t really care, honestly. We don’t even know if this’ll work, remember?” “Yeah, but-“ “I don’t think it’ll be such a big deal if you’re visible anyway. It’s not like I’m leaving the house with you inside.” “Right.” “I’m a little surprised you’re not more worried about me choking on you, rather than if you’re visible from outside.” Quackity chuckled.

“Oh, I think you can handle it.” He grinned. “I- Hey! No, don’t make jokes like that when I’m about to eat you!” “Store me, not eat me. You said yourself there’s a big difference.” “You- okay, I’m done with you. Shift so I can throw this damn potion at you.” He laughed, shifting out of his human form as the other grumbled under his breath, grabbing the splash potion. As soon as he’d fully shifted, the sound of glass breaking filled his ears as the familiar feeling took him over, a gasp escaping him as he hadn’t expected it to even work. “Karl?” His eyes feel closed, nausea making him feel worse as it couldn’t even effect his stomach. When the feeling finally disappeared, he was scooped up in the avian’s arms like a baby doll, the avian’s good eye wide in alarm.

“Well,” he started weakly. “It worked!” “You okay?” “Yeah. It was just weird having the nausea effect when I don’t have a functional stomach. It threw me off.” Quackity’s eyes looked over his body, gently lifting him up as his eye narrowed. His fingers were curled behind him, with his thumb holding him steady. “You’re definitely bigger than normal.” “Do you think you’ll be able to get me down?” Karl fretted. “I.. don’t know. Only one way to find out, if you’re still willing to do this?” “I’m down. Just don’t put yourself in danger. Nobody’s here to help you if you choke.” “I’ll just pull you out if I can’t. Ready?” “Yeah.” He idly swayed his legs as the avian looked him over again, debating the best way to go about storing him until he finally took the other’s legs into his mouth up to where his knees would have been.

Surprisingly, the texture of the saliva didn’t bother him this time. He kept his shock to himself, not wanting to scare the other out of doing this. He.. wasn’t ready for that conversation with them, anyway. If he ever would be. His fiancé was very careful as he slicked his legs up, and when he felt him take a deep breath around him, he fully relaxed his body, trying to make it as easy as he could. He really didn’t want him to choke on him. The first swallow brought him into his maw up to his ‘hips’, eyes searching him for any sign of needing to be released. Quackity’s eyes had closed, trying to concentrate on not choking as he quickly swiped his tongue across what he had access to, the excess saliva helping him along as he swallowed again, fingers beginning to shake against him as he was released, his head and shoulders being the only things remaining out of his mouth. Looking to the side and down out of curiosity, he could see his body filling the other’s throat, and bit down a noise of surprise.

Thankfully, he wasn’t stuck with the sight for long before his head was tugged in with another swallow. His feet were released from the tight grip of his throat, and he carefully moved them around, hearing a small noise escape the larger as they brushed against the wall closest to him. “Are you still okay?” “Mhm.” He was about to ask if it was too much, but didn’t get the ability to before he was swallowed again, the last of his body finally pulled into the other’s throat. After that, the avian kept swallowing, trying to move him past his windpipe, and he could only tell he made it when he heard a loud gasp for air past the faster heartbeat beside his head, starting to settle back to a normal rhythm as he finally began to breathe again.

He was only halfway inside the other’s crop, and he could tell there wouldn’t be enough room. He was already curled up and there was barely any room left for the rest of him to enter. Without being able to properly convey his worry, all he could do was feel the rest of his body slowly be fed into the small organ, hoping against everything he wasn’t accidentally shoved into the other’s real stomach. His head finally escaped the tight confines of his throat, and with a gasp for air of his own, he tried to shift to become more comfortable, wincing at the loud grumble from below him. There definitely wasn’t much room, but he did fit with just a small amount of wiggle room, to his surprise. A sickly groan echoed around him, and he suddenly stopped moving, worried he’d hurt the other.

Quackity, for his part, was faring as well as he could. “Dios mío..” he breathed out, falling back against the couch. He had the overwhelming urge to curl up, stop the small shifts from his swollen abdomen, but even the thought of doing that almost made him ill. He focused on catching his breath, fingers gently tracing against his fiancé’s form through his sleep shirt. At least for his part, Karl hadn’t been moving much more than to get comfortable. “You okay?” He was even louder at this size than when he normally stored the brunette. “Yea! Yeah, just need to catch my breath.” It was… surreal, looking down and actually seeing where Karl was. It was different when only he knew, when nobody could see or hear him.

That’s not to say he didn’t like it.

The way Karl filled him at this size left him just on the edge of uncomfortably full, and any kind of movement he did was amplified. He was sure Sapnap would be able to hear him with no kind of issue from outside with his enhanced hearing, if he could hear him crystal clear. Speaking of, the door opened and he jumped, sitting forwards and squishing the other in panic. He relaxed seeing the fireborn, but it didn’t last long before a hand clamped over his mouth. “Fuck..” “Hey- oh shit, you okay?” He nodded, trying to get his stomach to calm down. Karl’s weight had thrown him off, and sitting up so abruptly made him feel ill. As it calmed once more, he tried to look at his other fiancé, only to find his eyes locked into his stomach. “What.. happened?” “We.. you don’t remember? Me and Karl were-“ “That’s Karl!?” “Hey Sappy!” He gasped when the large form shifted, pressing against his stomach towards Sapnap. Hissing a breath through his teeth, he held back a groan at the feeling. He wasn’t used to the shifting and moving, it was so much more prominent now. “Settle down, Karl, you’re making Q sick.” The fireborn hadn’t missed the reaction, and he placed a hand on his abdomen, rubbing gently to try and calm the avian’s stomach.

“He’s fine, I’m just not used to it yet. It’s just… it’s weird, I can actually feel what he’s doing compared to when he was smaller.” He sighed as the shifting settled back down, his own hand rubbing against the lump his fiancé left in him. “Is it… bad?” “No Karl, it’s not bad. Honestly it’s not even making me that sick, I just need to get used to it.” He couldn’t admit to the smaller that it actually felt nice, a blush painting his cheeks a light red at the idea of it. “I bet it feels nice. Like, being full and having someone you care for inside. I think I’d like it, at least.”

Sapnap helped Quackity lay back, giving Karl more free reign to move and laying down between his legs, resting his head just below his swollen stomach. “How does it feel anyway, Karl?” One of the avian’s hands found its way to the fireborn’s hair, and he purred softly as his hair was played with. “It’s super cozy. There’s definitely less room, but I’m not really complaining. It’s really nice, it’s like more of a hug than usual.” He cuddled into the crop’s hold, finally having stopped shifting to get comfortable. The textures didn’t bother him as bad in this form, and for that he was grateful. Maybe they could do this again? “I definitely wouldn’t mind doing this again, getting stored in this form.” “Well, good. Cause I want a turn.” Sapnap responded, relaxing into the avian’s body. “Of course.” Karl laughed, eyes closing and body going limp. He hadn’t even realized how tired he’d been until things finally settled down. “You can take a nap, if you want. I’m probably going to.” Quackity yawned, the fullness making him tired. He knew the blackette had to be exhausted from the manhunt, anyway, and he didn’t want to release Karl yet. Not when it felt so nice having him in there now that he stopped squirming.

[debiteful]

Would it be possible to request this?: It's winter, and a naga haven't been able to find shelter in time. A friend of their's, either an anthro!pelican or merperson, came to them and offered them a warm place to stay. The naga couldn't help but chuckle a bit, because how where they supposed to carry something as big and long as a naga? However their friend did end up surprising them. (Contains: Safe vore, same size (possibly larger prey), willing.)

Contains: Safe vore, soft vore, larger willing naga prey, anthro pelican pred, large bulging belly, mild discomfort, protection vore

Normally Nick didn't spend much time where other people were. They were noisy, smelly, and distrustful of nagas like him. However, this winter had been unkind to him so far. The first big snow had come before he expected it and it had collapsed a large part of the roof of his home out in the wilderness. Between the icy shell around everything and the bitter winds, he hadn't been able to find materials to repair it. He had been essentially homeless for a couple days now. His scales were dull and he was shivering constantly; being half warmblooded just wasn't enough with this weather!

He was thankful that his food stash had escaped most of the damage. Being hungry on top of all this would've been awful. However those supplies wouldn't last forever.

Today he was looking forward to a supply drop-off from his favorite mailman, Samoset. The stout pelican wasn't one to chatter on meaninglessly, and was fairly tolerable compared to most people. He always had something good to say and was very serious about his duties. Nick liked to think that they were friends, though the state of their relationship had never been spoken about.

The shivering naga waited all day for his friend to arrive, but he never came. At first he thought the delivery bird might just be running late; it wouldn't be the first time. However, as the day wore on, and there was still no sign of him, Nick began to get frustrated.

As the sun was setting, he decided he had had enough. Sammy just wasn't coming it seemed. Beyond that, the clouds were low and dark, sure signs of a snow storm coming. He didn't want to spend all night in the miserable weather. The Naga slithered out, shivering all the while, intent on getting to town.

Meanwhile, Samoset was having one heck of a day. The intern didn't show up to the mail room so he was left to sort it all out himself, and run deliveries. He got so caught up in the flurry of work that he nearly forgot about his special delivery. By the time he did remember, the sun was low on the horizon. He left the post office in a flustered flurry of feathers, the sled with the building materials for dear Nick trailing along behind.

The narrow forest trail was blanketed in snow, and by the looks of it more was on the way. Sam was thankful for his tall boots and that the wide sled glided on top of the thick snow. He trudged along dutifully, even as the first snow flakes started to fall.

The world became a cool, dark blue as twilight came and the sun went. He was only about half way to his destination, but something up ahead blocked his path. The long, dark form lay along the trail; what an odd way for a tree to fall. Samoset wasn't going to let a little hurdle like that stand in his way, especially when he had come so far.

As he approached, he made out limbs- hair and scales?! He threw the sled's tether back onto his cargo and hurried forward. He fell to his knees near the fallen naga's head. Sure enough, it was Nick, his whole body trembling.

He looked up at Sam with eyelids hanging low. He yawned as best he could despite chattering teeth, "Samoset? Finally."

The pelican chuckled, his empty pouch wobbling as he shook his head wryly; only Nick would be on death's icy doorstep and still gruff as ever. Sam brushed the snow off his friend, "Come on, I gotta get you somewhere safe and warm."

Nick giggled, the sound carrying on far too long and vibrating with his jaw. It was the first time Sam had heard him laugh at all! 

"What is it?" The concerned bird pressed.

"H-how issss a little g-guy like you gonn-na to c-carry a long, heavy fella like me any-where? I'm like- pure muscle and that ain't light-t-t." It took the words much too long to get out given how badly his teeth were chattering. His whole body spammed with each shiver now, leaving him twisted and quivering on the path. 

"Its okay," Sam assured him, "I got you now. Hauling around parcels all day has left me strong," he added with a grin. 

He knew what needed to happen next, but he was reluctant. It could completely alienate Nick. Even as a naga, Sam knew he didn't take live prey often. On top of that, they never were allowed back out.

He shuffled to the end of his friend's tail and picked it up in both hands. Then, he pushed it into his mouth, sending the tip right to the back to be swallowed. Hand over hand he pulls the scaley tail into his maw. With each gulp he picked up speed, the excess sagging into his mouth pouch and making it bulge. Cool scales clacked against his short beak as he devoured his friend.

All the while Nick hardly reacted. The warmth of the postmans body felt like he was being consumed by fire. His whole body burned with light pinpoints as his frozen nerves thawed. Sam could feel the tip of the serpents tail waving inside his gut, but the upper body was still except for the frequent involuntary shivers.

With expert precision Sam tucked Nick's hands into his mouth. The naga wiggled his fingers as they warmed, "Th-th-thanks".

That was the last word Samoset expected, and it brought a warm glow to his cheeks. He smiled and gulped down the last of his naga pal, his head sliding along the bottom of the stretchy mouth pouch.

Once his endangered friend was down, Sam was able to focus on just how full he was. Chill air nipped at his exposed belly through the fluffy layer of feathers that covered his body. His uniform had popped right open, leaving his stretched gut full of Nick sagging out freely. He could see rounded shapes of his friend coiled up into a bundle im his stomach. The tension ached a little, but it was well worth it. 

With work strengthened limbs he supported his massive belly, hands cradling its bulk while legs straightened and carried him back down the trail. When he got to the sled, he let his lumpy load rest upon the building supplies. The sled sank, but not completely. With a pleased grin, Sam pushed off and began the cold walk back into the town.

The streets were devoid of people thankfully. It wouldn't do to have the local postmaster become the talk of the town for eating someone. He pressed on merrily towards his home along the dark roads.

As he warmed up, Nick became more active inside him. Long coils shifted around to expose new areas to the warm, soft flesh that enveloped him. He also squirmed to get comfortable, much preferring the softness of Sam's belly or stomach walls to the firm base of building supplies that the stomach rested on.

When Samoset arrive home he crawled right into bed. He lay on his side with his giant belly cushioned on the mattress beside him. He was unsure how long Nick would need to recover. Hopefully the night was long enough, plus perhaps some warm drinks in the morning. And of course they would need to bring extra when they went to complete the roof repair. Thinking about it, he figured he should really just book the whole day off. Such thoughts filled Samoset's mind as he drifted off to sleep. Nick had already fallen asleep before reaching the house, so comforted and warm was he.

[christianserver]

Tight Fit

Stole the Maw app idea from @thefanciestborrower and one of their anons. Return of Isabelle, and we’re gonna see how Nathan’s first time with this app goes. If you haven’t seen the original post, it’s basically Tinder for vore.

Nathan glanced at his phone nervously, checking the messages he had gotten on Maw. He’d been invited by Isabelle to her place, and was a little nervous as he knocked on the door, shifting slightly. He’d always wanted to be a prey, but being on the larger side, almost 7 feet tall, he didn’t have much luck. Except when he was dealing with giants and witches and wizards, and that was a bit too much for him.

He was very surprised, to say the least, when he saw a girl with brown hair that was more than a foot shorter than him open the door. She smiled widely at him. “Hey, you must be Nathan!” she chirped.

“You’re... a lot smaller than I expected,” he admitted, rubbing the sole of his shoe on the wood of the porch in front of the door.

The woman stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “Oh, so it’s going to be like that,” she said. “C’mon in, you told me you’ve never been eaten before?” she asked as she waved him in. It was a fairly cozy living room it led to, with a nice large and soft chair next to an end table in front of a TV.

“No, I haven’t. I wanted to kinda try it out in a semi-normal way before I tried it with magic, or giants,” Nathan said, taking off his shoes as he came inside and setting them on the shoe rack, along with his light coat.

“Aww, so polite,” Isabelle said as she pat his arm, grabbing him gently and pulling him towards the chair. “Do you want anything to eat or drink, or would you prefer that when you come back out?”

Nathan shook his head. “No, I had stuff to eat before, to give it plenty of time. I’m not sure how my body’s going to react to this.” Isabelle smiled as she sat down, pulling him so she was sitting on his lap. “Sorry, I weigh like 250 po-”

“Shush,” Isabelle said, putting a finger to his lips. “You’re a big piece of meat,” she continued as she licked her lips. “And I love that.” She grabbed him by the side of the head, pulling him close and wrapping her mouth around his head, Nathan’s nose being filled with the scent of saliva as she ran her tongue on his cheek, a hum going through her as she tilted her head back, the dark tunnel ahead widening to accept him. He felt a groan rumble around him as Isabelle’s throat struggled to pull him down, but managed, slowly but steadily, to draw him into her stomach, wrapped tight around him.

Nathan twisted as his face hit the stomach acid to avoid getting a mouthful of it, the smooth walls quickly becoming tight as more of him came inside. It clung firmly to his body, and he could feel the pressure against him.

“Ooooh,” a groan rumbled around him as he felt Isabelle put a hand to her probably very swollen stomach, it feeling like the wall between him and the fresh air was extremely thin. “You’re a nice, filling, tasty hunk of meat,” she said.

Nathan relaxed in her tight, but comfy stomach, listening to her breathing and heart beat as she felt her hands running along her belly. Then he heard a muffled phone buzzing.

“Oh, who’s that?” Isabelle wondered aloud. “oh,” she said, her enthusiasm fading a bit. A muffled beep came as she accepted the call. “Hey Liz!” she chirped. “What’s up? Sorry, I’m a bit busy right now.” A pause. “No, no, I’m okay, don’t need your help,” she chuckled nervously. “I just kinda need... alone time right now. We’re not even dating, so you can’t accuse me of cheating on you, shut up. See you tonight? Mhm, I love you too. Buh-bye.” Another beep as she hung up.

“Do I have to be worried about that?” Nathan asked. “Am I going to have to deal with Liz being upset at me?”

“No, no, don’t worry. She’s just a little... she was my first prey, back in high school. That was an embarrassing math class.” Isabelle laughed, jiggling her stomach and shifting Nathan back and forth. “She’s a bit on the clingy and possessive side when it comes to me eating people, but she’s a darling, you don’t have to worry about her. That’s all.”

“Oh good. I’ve heard stories about possessive preds, but not prey,” Nathan laughed.

“Yeah, she’s one in a billion.” Isabelle’s voice fell silent, though of course her body didn’t, and Nathan lay in the cramped but nice stomach, enjoying the thrumming of her heart and steady breathing, along with contented stomach growls here and there.