!!! HAPPY 5 YEARS TO THIS BLOG !!!
For this anniversary, I've decided to write a short (or long, depending on how you look at it) story. Hope you all enjoy!
— CONTAINS — Willing (If Nervous) Prey, Willing Pred, Digestion, Sentient Fat, Implied Reformation, Pred POV
Story Below the Cut:
"So, are you ready?"
I watch my future dinner give me a small, sheepish nod, brushing aside some loose strands of hair. Yet her worried expression tells me a different story.
"... You don't look ready. Is something wrong?"
Her body language closes itself off to me, her eyes darting away from my face. She looks... nervous. No, afraid. My brow furrows slightly, mostly out of concern, admittedly a little bit out of annoyance. Most prey I've had were rather shy about the whole being swallowed whole thing, but never scared. My voice comes out more impatient than I'd wanted.
"You know you're going to come back, right?"
She hesitantly nods. I sigh.
"Listen... If you think I'm going to be one of these preds who treats you like nothing but meat, then that's not me. At all. So relax, this will be fun, for both of us. I promise."
I watch her frown shift into a reassured smile, a bit of relief washing over me.
"Now, c'mon. Let me gobble you up..."
. . . . . . . . . .
She leans forward on the couch, getting herself ready. I lift up and tuck my shirt just enough to reveal my soft, doughy belly. As if on cue, it quakes, letting out a long, starved groan.
"You hear that? She's practically calling your name..."
A smirk spreads across my face as I watch her cheeks flush, her hands bashfully trying- and failing- to hide the excitement in her face. A pang of hunger gnaws away at my stomach, a longing growl resounding from within. I pat a hand against it a few times, the surface jiggling with each pat. My words come out gentle, as if my stomach could understand.
"Alright, alright, I hear you."
I look back at my dinner. She can't take her gaze off my stomach.
"You ready to get gulped down now?"
She nods, this time eagerly. It earns a grin out of me.
"Excellent... Now, I'm going to open my mouth real wide, so slip your hands in. Once your upper arms are down, it'll be a smooth descent from there."
I finally open my mouth, just wide enough for her to admire it. Each strand of saliva falls from its roof and pools around the base of my tongue, which swishes gently from side to side.
Soon, a wonderful burst of flavor makes its way to my tastebuds. I close my eyes, moaning softly as I allow my instincts to take over. My tongue slides over her savory hands and wrists as they ease themselves deeper in, soon feeling her fingertips brush against the back of my warmly cavernous mouth.
I waste no time taking my first gulp, sighing in bliss as I feel the delicious weight sinking down my throat and settling in my belly. I take another gulp, my mouth stretching as I feel her arms, then head, get tugged down my bulging neck and curl up in my depths.
My swallows become increasingly needy and ravenous the closer I get to her own pudgy waist, my senses drowning in hunger. It had been a full year since I'd gotten to indulge in a feast like this; my body aches from its own greed.
Satisfaction finally begins to wash over me when I feel the pleasurably heavy weight of her waist, then upper legs, slip down into my belly, the organ already rumbling thankfully. My final gulps are slow, appreciative, grateful for the feast I'd been given. I tilt my head up, sealing my lips behind the last of her, savoring the sensation of her feet sinking, greeting the rest of her.
Finally, my dinner is in its place.
"Ahh... There we go, all settled in..."
I hear the generous woman who became my meal letting out a few muffled giggles and moans. Seems she's also enjoying herself. My hands glide up and down the surface of my tight, warm stomach, pressing gently into the skin surrounding her. A deep, grateful groan resounded from within, earning a few eager, delightfully satisfying wriggles from my dinner. Though her movements are restricted, every little wiggle sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
"Now we can both just, relax, and let my belly take care of the rest."
My hand can't help but rub circles across my taut middle, even as I recline into the couch, my eyes slowly fluttering to a close. I'm going to sleep good tonight.
. . . . . . . . . .
Soft beams of sunlight shone over my eyes, stirring me awake. Immediately glancing down at my stomach, I smile at the progress it's made. My belly is more or less half the size it was before: still massive yet more manageable. it felt wonderfully soft and plush to the touch, I couldn't help but give it some deep rubs and kneads.
After stretching my back, I lie back and run my hands along the length of my warm stomach.
"Mm, Good morning... Seems like my belly took good care of you."
It lets out a pleased groan, almost in response. Though the generous woman isn't entirely physically there, I feel immense waves of pleasure emanating from my middle. Of course, I'll eventually reform her, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep her for a bit longer. Especially when she feels so content.
My sleepy smile becomes soft and warm. I give my belly a few firm pats, the impact sending ripples across my soft skin.
"Alright, alright... I guess I can keep you here for a couple days."
Immediately after speaking, a feeling of gratitude washes over me. I get the feeling these next couple of days are going to be lovely~
— END —
