Imagine a pred that can change how many stomachs they have. Actually not just that, but one that doesn’t even choose how many they have, just they gulp down another prey and another stomach forms for them to drop into.
Say this pred finds a lot of little prey and decides to keep them all safe, the tinies protest as they don’t wanna be cramped pushing against others… but once they arrive… they’re snug in their own little space all to themselves
The idea of multiple stomachs rumbling for food is interesting. What would your ideal scenario for a character with multiple hungry bellies be?
I've not really thought about it lol, it's a scenario I have to be in the right mood for.
Though one thing I do have in mind is just the really simple idea of trying to ease the pain of a really empty stomach, rubbing it and pressing on it or having a partner rub one of their bellies only once it eases up and stops cramping for food the next belly, the one being neglected, gears up to beg for some food. It also goes hand in hand with belly rubs triggering digestion, if belly 1 is active it's only a matter of time before belly 2 is as well.
Also the sensations stacking. Like the more bellies are empty, the worse the hunger feels. The more desperate one is to eat. You can also bare in mind the exact reasons your character or creature has multiple stomachs and what that might mean for specific effects of their hunger. EG how the ruminant digestive system typically requires food to be rechewed between stomachs 2 and 3, or how the first stomach in a kangaroo ferments and the food is only exposed to enzymes and acids in the second stomach (this is a very simplified explanation and may well be inaccurate and not properly researched) - on that note, some food may be regurgitated after an earlier stomach in the link if it doesn't digest right, leaving the later ones in the chain still empty, so imagine your character with multi tums has eaten, and tum 1 feels satisfied while tum 2 is rumbling as it waits for the food to reach it, only for the food to never come because it's gone back up the other way. So now tum 1 is maybe queasy while tum 2 is going absolutely insane because it's still expecting that food it's never getting. So now the character needs to contend with a queasy belly they don't want to put food back into and a starving belly they wish they could feed. So if you're into emeto and hunger, boom.
On an emeto/hunger point, I have a character whose species only has one stomach, but doesn't have something that functions to clean out toxins they may ingest, so if they ever ingest anything that isn't safe to digest, they violently throw it up again before they can really start to digest it, and the force used uses up energy and ah crap the dude is so so hungry now, they only ate the bad thing out of desperation in the first place-
They're a strict carnivore species, so anything at all that isn't meat? They're gone.
A cowtaur shows some anthro rabbits her unique stomach system.
Content: soft vore, safe vore, female pred, multiple willing prey, multiple stomachs, movement between stomachs, belly rubs
Rye, Brome, and Bluestem tumbled together in the grassy field. The piebald rabbit siblings had just been reunited after several months of going out to live on their own. As they roughhoused, they told each other about their own adventures, from finding jobs and homes to people of interest. It was a delight to play like they were kids again and catch up with their beloved siblings.
Rye extracted himself from the tangle of limbs and bodies and brushed off his grass stained fur, "Come on let's race! I bet I'm still the fastest."
Brome gave a playful growl and tackled his brother again, "Yeah right!"
Bluestem stretched out where she lay, letting her brothers tussle alone for now. She only bothered to stand once they had broken apart once more. She scanned the fields around then pointed to a brightly colored patch in the distance, "Let's race to those flowers! I bet they'll taste great."
The brothers nodded and they stood in a rough line. The moment they aligned, Bluestem took off, leaving the boys scrambling to catch up immediately.
The bounded across the grassy meadow in a staggered line. Whenever one got close to catching up to another, they had to dodge thrown limbs to avoid being hindered.
As they approached the flower patch, they saw that they were not alone. Laying amongst the bright blooms was a tawny cowtaur. Her dark eyes turned to the rambunctious rabbits and her tail flicked from side to side. The siblings turned their gazes to one another, unwilling to give up the race first. They all sprinted the last few yards, diving for the flowers and ending up in a panting, giggling heap.
They looked sheepishly up at the stranger and murmured apologies and introductions. She smiled, and spoke softly with a voice as rich as her color, "Hello there you three. Aren't you a little old to be horsing around like that?"
"Well you see ma'am," Brome began, sitting up. Rye plucked a crushed flower from his brother's ear. He turned his attention to him mid sentence and plucked some grass from his brother's shoulder in return.
Bluestem shook her head and picked up where he left off, "We haven't seen each other in a while. It's nice to escape from adulting for a bit and get reacquainted. It's a pleasure to meet you and I sure hope we haven't been a bother."
The umber giant shook her head and smiled, "You're not a bother at all. I was just here enjoying the flowers." She lifted one then took a bite out of it.
Rye crawled over to her, looking up and watching her chew. His nose twitched and finally he said, "You sure chew a long time."
Brome gasped and crawled over to slug his brother, "You don't just say stuff like that to someone!"
The cow woman's eyes went from wide with surprise to rounded and full of amusement. "At least someone has manners. But really, it's alright. You probably didn't notice, but I was chewing on more than just that flower. My belly works in such a way that I actually chew on my food at least twice before being finished with it."
All the rabbit's jaws dropped, then Bluestem squinted, "You ain't serious, right? Just messing with a couple of hay-brains?"
She chuckled and shook her head gently, "No, it's the truth, I promise."
The two boys whispered to each other, then scurried back to their sister. Rye hissed, "You should ask her if we can, y'know, check it out!"
"Why me? You ask her," Bluestem said, laughing as she shoved her brother back. He tumbled and landed on his back, head near their new friend.
He stared up, "Uhhhh, well- ah- um…."
Brome rolled his eyes and hopped over. He rubbed the back of his head with a hand and scuffled at the flowery grass with one foot, "Erm, what's your name, ma'am?"
"You can call me Pari," she said with a little smile. "Now what have you folk been whispering about? I feel left out."
Brome giggled, carrying on a little longer than necessary, "Well Ms. Pari, we was wondering if we could check out those neat stomachs of yours."
Her eyebrows shot up, "Oh really? That's quite forward of you." She turned her attention from one sibling to the next, "You're all interested in this?"
They both nodded, Bluestem hesitating just a little before agreeing. Pari shifted position, rolling from lounging on her side to sitting up with body squared and upright. She reached out and grabbed Brome, bringing him close. His ears fell back, betraying his nerves, but he looked into her face with a small smile. She looked him over, then picked him up, one hand supporting his rear and the other holding the back of his head.
She liked her lips, revealing a broad pink tongue. He watched as she stretched her jaws open. She moved him forward slowly, giving him plenty of time to take in her mouth full of big flat teeth, saliva hanging like webs between her jaws, and a large throat looming dark in the back. Her tongue stretched out to an impressive length, licking at his furry chin with the tip. He shivered then leaned forward, letting her flowery, warm breath wash over him. She closed her mouth around his head briefly, trapping it as she gave his face a gentle lick. The gesture smeared saliva with little bits of plant into his fur. The humidity in here was high, but he didn't mind it.
Her jaws parted a little again and she gave him a good push, shoving his face into her throat. She swallowed, contracting muscles around him that dragged him deeper. They continued to ripple, coming in waves that helped her take him down. He kicked his feet a little and tried to wriggle to help, but he could hardly move, leaving her to do most of the work.
He helplessly slid downward until he reached her first stomach. In the darkness he could feel some mashed stuff, presumably the flowers she had been snacking on before they arrived. Though he was forced to curl up, he was able to move a little. He reached out and rubbed at the walls, feeling their slippery folds shift against his touch.
He gave a happy little wriggle, only to gasp as the whole stomach contracted around him. He tried to get out an apology, but the muscles squeezed at him, forcing him back upward. He wasn't able to struggle or kick from the force of these muscles and the tightness of this passage.
In a few long moments he slid out, along with the cud, back into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed at him, working off the mixed grass and petals so she could chew them. He lay curled in the middle of her mouth, feeling her soft tongue flex beneath him and hard palate press down on him with each gentle chew.
He just barely heard over the noise, his sister call "She's chewing him up!"
He giggled a little, unable to get out a response before he was swallowed again. He let himself relax, trying to let his body be long and narrow as the waves of peristalsis carried him down once more.
This next stomach was long and relatively smooth. He was able to lay out in this one, and now he could hear gurgle and glorps from somewhere near his head.
While he lay in there, his sister approached Pari. She tentatively reached out and stroked the taur's bovine chest. The short fur was delightfully soft. The rabbit jumped when she spoke, "Are you next dear?"
She looked up mutely, nose twitching. Then she glanced over at her brother. Rye gave his head a little nervous shake. Bluestem kicked a flower at him then looked up at Pari, "I reckon so."
"Alright sweetie, in you go!" Pari declared, scooping the small rabbit up and shoving her into her mouth. Bluestem squirmed and giggled as that big strong tongue rubbed at her. Pari chewed a couple times reflexively then gulped the little lady down.bBluestem continued to wriggle, squeaking at every squish and sensation. Pari giggled a little at how vocal she is, hearing her noises as she descended into the cow's depths.
When she reached the first stomach, Brome could hear her. She wiggled against the restraints of the belly and called out, "Brome? Where are you?"
"Here!" He called, rubbing at the walls of the stomach he was in trying to find her. She struck out, doing the same. Pari smiled, watching Rye who was fascinated by her. His gaze seemed empty but he just continued taking in every bit of her and straining to hear the muffled noises from his siblings.
Eventually he noticed those big black eyes were on him. He started a bit then mumbled, "My turn?"
"Just about," she assured him. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened then followed the small bulge up her throat. He heard his sister sputter and he buried his face in his hands.
Bluestem grunted as the cow's chewing squished her against her tongue over and over. In the brief moments of light the little rabbit could see the flecks of greenery swimming in the ample saliva.
In the next moment she was swallowed up once more. As Bluestem slid down Pari's throat, Brome felt the stomach shift around him. His heart raced and he wriggled a little, confused and a little concerned. The stomach contracted around him, each wave of muscle pushing him forward into an unknown part of her gut. His travel elicited loud gurgles from gasses and liquids shifting around. He listened to the bubbling fluids as his body was forced into another stomach. This one was round and the walls almost sagged, clinging to him and wrapping him in their wrinkled surface. He squirmed to get comfortable, eliciting gurgles from all around. His heart raced inside his dappled chest. He was awfully far into her digestive system by now.
Then he heard a familiar voice, "Brome? Come on I gotta be close!"
He smiled and wriggled to turn around, reaching out with his hands. He couldn't find the sphincter, but he did feel something firm through the flesh. That earned a squeak.
Bluestem felt something brush her flank. She yelped then kicked and squirmed to reach out. Her fingertips brushed his, separated by the stretchy, tough walls of the respective stomachs.
Outside, Pari grinned down at Rye. The movement in her gut was strange, and pleasant, but she still had one more person to eat. Her broad tongue licked pink lips, the color nearly matching his dark nose which twitched anxiously. She held out a hand and leaned down. He took it, wrapping his soft fingers around one of hers. Her hand closed around his, then she lifted him up by it. He squeaked and kicked at the air a little, "H-Hey! Wait…"
His skin flushed hot beneath his fur. She handled him with ease, helping him into her mouth feet first. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, but didn't fight it. His curiosity was enough to get him to relax, and he slid down her throat without a problem.
Now alone in the meadow, she lightly traced the bulge of the rabbit down her throat. She felt him slide limply into her first stomach, his weight like a day's worth of grazing in her gut. With all three of them, she was pleasurably full. Sure it was temporary, but it more than was fine for now.
Rye curled up comfortably in the warm darkness. At this point there was little cud in there, besides him of course.
Bluestem lay out in the second stomach, stretched out and fidgeting contently. It was relaxing and there was so much to listen to now that she was quiet.
Brome lay cradled in the folds of the third stomach. The wrinkled walls flexed against him gently, helping him relax.
None of these four knew this would happen today, but not one of them regretted it.
