#observer pov

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Preds with see through tummies so I can coo over the prey being digested ♡♡♡

[theblackcandyheart]

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?

[teal-fiend]

preds enjoy watching a squirming stomach even if it isnt their own. Like a cat watching a laser pointer. It piques their interest. They also associate seeing a full belly with their own feelings of comfort and satisfaction. Even on a different pred, it offers the same feelings

A small group of preds gathered around one recently fed pred. All watching the wriggling belly with engaged curiosity.

Some may be slightly envious, but the mostly they are entertained by the spectacle. The pred under supervision is sacked and just wants to digest. In peace

[nomstellations]

The crisp morning air felt refreshing as you walked along the forest trail, careful not to slip on the dew underfoot. The quiet stillness that fell over the world was enjoyable, which was why you took these walks so early in the day. Nothing could disturb you or break the peace; all was quiet and all was well.

Until something did. A faint, yet persistent sound caught your attention.

It sounded like...some kind of growling. Was there a hurt animal here? Curiosity got the better of you and stirred you to action, stepping through the grass as quietly as you could. If it was hurt, you might be able to do something for it, or at least call for help.

What you found was not hurt nor an animal. Or at least, you didn't think it was an animal.

Sprawled out on its back in the grass and catching the bits of morning sun through trees was a creature. Not quite human but not quite beast, it was the source of the strange noises you heard- all coming from its large stomach ballooning out from its middle, noisily groaning and bubbling as a form bulged and shifted within. Its skin was stretched enough to where you could see how it bulged and deduce exactly what it ate, but had enough fat on it to make said bulges indistinct and any non-gastric noise muffled.

You stared in dumb shock for a few moments, not sure how to take what you were seeing. You were witnessing an unfortunate possible result of your lonely morning walks- becoming the breakfast of something much larger and stronger than you. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to RUN, because who knew if this thing could handle seconds? You remained rooted in place and paralyzed by fear with your gaze fixed on the shifting bulge in their stomach. It rocked side to side and pushed out every once in a while, causing the stomach to audibly slosh and glorp as it adjusted to their movements. Their predator burped quietly in its sleep, unbothered by the attempts at escape.

It...didn't seem like it would wake anytime soon. You could flee now and be totally safe. But you found yourself transfixed by the sight before you, strangely captivated and fascinated by how this creature could eat a person whole. Something possessed you to step forward, then again, until you were right in front of that squirmy stomach. The noises were really intense from here, the stomach was hard at work despite its prey's resistance. It was hard to tell if it could even take a whole meal like this, but regardless all kinds of burbling, sloshing and grumbling filled your ears. Muffled sounds could be heard from within- attempts maybe, at reasoning with their predator or trying to wake them up.

What were you even doing here? What could you even do for them? At any moment this thing could wake up, but...it wasn't. Maybe you could help their meal, seeing how deeply sunken into a food coma they were...sticking around couldn't hurt. You'll bolt the moment they started to stir.

Possessed by pure curiosity, or maybe something else, you pressed your hand into their stomach. The skin was warm and stretched relatively taut, but enough body fat remained to make it squishy with its bulges indistinct. For a moment their meal stilled, feeling your presence- and they redoubled their efforts to struggle. Their stomach came alive with shifting, rocking, and punching, making it noisily groan and shift as you could vaguely hear them calling for your help to free them. Somehow, the predator remained asleep despite the cacophony.

Should you help? Could you help? That's what you came to do in the first place, but there was no way you were going to stick your arm down a maneater's throat or something. Your thumb unconsciously rubbed circles in their engorged stomach, lost in your own thoughts and too transfixed by the gastric feat before you. Maybe...maybe, if you rubbed at their stomach enough, it could help them wriggle free? Fascinated and entirely giving in to your impulses, you pressed both hands into their large gut and kneaded them into their meal. This stirred up a wide variety of digestive noise, muffled protests, and pleased rumbles and groans from the predator, all of which enraptured you.

Ultimately, it didn't get them any closer to freedom. You chose to leave the sleeping predator and their dinner to fight the good fight on their own- if you lingered any longer you'd surely be seconds, and this encounter left you with a lot to think about.

[thoughtartistry]

I have always been a very visual person. Better at photos and art than words. This was taken last autumn not far from home. 🌿

[morallystrangekingdom]

There's a lot of talk about stuffing prey before eating them and that is enticing, but I like the thought of stuffing predators.

Prey are food. They are just a part of the meal. What better way to remind them of that than for them to land in a stomach already full of food. Thoroughly chewed or gulped whole like themselves, food squishes against the prey as the predator's stomach grinds and massages around them, secreting acids and enzymes to melt down its contents. The prey inside feel the sting of digestion and the gut they're in gurling louder and louder as the realization dawns on them — they are no different than the saliva-soaked food that cushioned their descent.

Even better if a pred eats prey in the middle of stuffing themself. Prey a part of the three- or five-course meal. They scarf down appetizers, swallow their prey, slurp down dessert, and drink as how many beverages they want to quench their thirst. After, prey and food still heavy in their gut, the pred is unsatisfied and starts snacking. They gut swells out as they keep stuffing themself. Maybe they swallow down more prey. They feel the prey inside less and less as their squirming is buried from all the food they've eaten, less room inside for the prey to move.

A classic example of ordering pizza, eating the delivery driver, then binging on all the pizza they ordered comes to mind. That scenario is one I never tire of. It's like the pred ordered the delivery driver to go along with their meal. With every swallow, pizza piles atop the driver, burying them in greasy bread and cheese. When they’ve eaten it all, the pred rubs their hands all over their full gut, feeling the driver inside.

Maybe the pred has an observer companion feeding them, a feedee/feeder relationship. The observer comes home with groceries to the pred gulping down some prey they found or the observer baits prey home to supplement the predator’s dinner. Either way, the observer will stuff both into the pred for their mutual enjoyment.

Eventually digestion really kicks in and dissolves the boundary between food and prey. The pred’a gut rounds out as its contents liquify. Were the pred or an observer to feel, they wouldn’t be able to tell where flesh ended and food began. Maybe they’d feel the occassional bone or harder lump of food. But for all intents and purposes, the prey and the food take the same journey through the pred’s intestines, the same nutrients sucked out of them, fueling the pred’s body.

[looseartist]

m not sell-ng 01

Tanja Jeremić, behance

[toon-infection-au]

Ortensia’s Update: going into Stage 3 (approach with caution.)

OBSERVER NOTE:

Her condition is worsening. and she is going into the third stage.

She is not hostile, however it is still advised to be cautious when dealing with said victim.

She itches and bites herself all day and she barely sleeps. the only time she did sleep I thought she was dead, when i entered the cell and approached she shot up and shuffled backwards.

She is extremely skittish and seems to be scared of us.

I am leaving now. to go out and gather more things.. i will be sure to lock the basement up tight.