They're panting and sweating as they rest their head on their beloved's shoulder. Their belly is round and doughy, and even hours after their meal, their stomach is still emitting deep gurgles and bubbling sounds. Each rumble that shakes through their core has them cringing as they clutch their stomach, and it brings a new wave of painful rasps.
"It's okay, love," The pred's beloved whispers, massaging the pred's full, swollen belly. The pred is horribly inexperienced; their new diet isn't kicking in as quickly as the beloved thought it would. By now, most preds have developed a signature plush belly and have had a significant growth spurt. This pred, though? Nothing. Perhaps their guts just aren't quite cut out to be a pred...
It's a guilty pleasure of the beloved. They love meeting new people and turning them into ravenous preds, and then slipping away before the pred turns their appetite to the beloved. This time, though, it's not quite going the way the beloved wants it to. The pred is having a lot of trouble adjusting to their new diet. Every meal leaves them quivering and sweating, cramping in the middle, and it takes them a lot longer to digest their prey than it should. Granted, the beloved enjoys the extended time they get watching the pred's meals struggle, but they also find the progression from living person to putty to be incredibly hot.
If the pred can't adjust to their diet soon, the beloved might have to move on from the pred. The thought has the beloved's mouth watering. It's been a long time since they've indulged their own appetite... would it truly be so wrong to end the relationship by sending their partner to their guts?
