#pred pov

[blurryfacetsss]

What hits the spot after hunting prey down endlessly through the night, riiiiight as their frantic thrashing starts to go still in your guts and the gurgles set in? A burger, of course!

[gr1mm-fantasies]

my new years religion is to watch my weight

pokes belly, full of prey

yup, sure am feeling FATTER!!!

[foxgirlhuntress]

Sometimes I like to play with my prey. Let them think they're in control.

I patter over all innocently and ask if they want a foxgirl to suck their cock or eat out their cunt. Even the more uncertain at first come round to the idea when I get my scent to reach their nose. I give off different scents depending on what effect I want to have on prey - this time I want them horny, so I make them horny.

Then when I've got them shuddering from giving them the sucking or tongue-fucking of their lives, I wrap my lips round a little bit more, and a little bit more, and a little bit more until... *gulp

They asked me to eat them after all, I just obliged cause I'm kind <3

[voreenjoyer2025]

The chase has gone on and on. Where one would feel tired, you feel thrill and acceleration. You are after your prize. As if the universe was telling you that you earned it, they tripped. It looks like the air got knocked out of them on impact with the ground. “All that running… just to end up in the same place”. You rubbed your growling tummy as if to tell it “down, boy, you’ll get your treat soon”, not that it would listen to you.

Meanwhile, your prey shakes furiously. They have the right to be scared. They know where they’re going. “Shh”, you try assuring them. You stroke their cheek. The shaking slows a little. They might be confused by your gesture, understandably.

You lift them up and hold them close to you. They’re like a motionless doll. They slowly lift their arms and put their hands on your back. They might have thought your intentions innocent. The rumbling from your body against theirs gave it away though. They went back to flailing about in your arms. You chuckle at their effort. Granted your arms give a little leeway but not enough to take your grasp of them off.

“Heh, nice try. But all good things must come to an end”, you comment. You gape your mouth open and show them where they’re going. They’re fighting so hard in your arms but it’s no use! Closer and closer until you start licking their face and muffle their screams. Further into your mouth and their head is soon engulfed. The sweat down their face and neck enhances their taste.

It also helps as a lubricant for shoving them further down your throat. They try to press against your shoulders but you’re still holding them up. It’s actually easier to raise them above to give them a descent into you as you press their upper arms against their sides. Gulp, gulp. Their shoulders start to disappear. Another swallow and their midsection starts to go down. Down, down, down into your awaiting stomach. As you start sending their lower body, you’re guessing after the shoulders does your prey start to fill out your insides. Just the kicking legs now. It’s easier for you to let them tire themselves out at this point and let gravity do its thing. Gulp, gulp, gulp! The outline of their legs go down your neck until they fade into your expanding belly.

That last swallow is always the hardest for you. The weight of you and now your prey forcibly knocks you to the ground. It keeps you off your toes, literally. Your little passenger felt that inside as well. You rub your belly around their form. “You alright in there?” you inquire. You feel them crawling around like they’re trying to find something. Maybe they’re trying to tell up from down. Then they started punching. I press my hand against them, “alright, alright! Geez.” You know they were hitting you out of either desperation or hatred given their situation. You lift yourself up, holding your belly to you as well as the prey inside. “Listen, you’re trapped. It’s cute you’re trying to fight but c’mon. There’s no getting outa this one.” 

They stopped, heeding your advice. You start walking. They move a little but not much. You rub your tummy where you believe their back and top of their head are, as if to reward them for being an easier prey now. You know your stomach walls are squeezing them. You don’t know how they feel about that but you’re trying to smooth it out for them. After all, they didn’t choose this situation. Technically you did. You didn’t choose to be hungry but here we are.

[vore-mecca]

Well, that’s the quickest way to earn a painful one way trip to the incinerator

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[predlucyforhire]

Giving Vore centered worlds and settings sustainable populations.

Many vore-themed settings have a small problem with population control.

Generally the problem is that there is too much of it. Walking down the street seeing dozens of preds wolfing down several prey each.

It's not really an issue. This is a fetish that is unrealistic by it's very nature. 

But for some people, myself included, things being too unbalanced can distract from enjoying the arousing scenes being depicted.

It's not about being realistic. It's simply about making enough pseudo sense that it doesn't distract from what makes this all so hot.

So, below you'll find some rough math that puts this into perspective. While also giving another option for a setting.

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If a predator were to eat 3 people a day every day for 1 year they would have reduced 1,095 people to shit and bones.

If preds were 1 in a million, with 8.3 billion people on earth now, there would be 8,300 predators on earth.

Every year 9,088,500 people would fall prey to predators. 

If preds ate 1 person per day that would drop to 3,029,500 people.

Current census, in the real world right now, estimate 130 million people are born every single year.

With 60-61million people dying each year on average.

Preds would barely add 3-9million people to that census.

For the 8,300 preds to stop population growth they would have to eat 23-24 people per day.

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Simply by making preds rare, 1-2 in a million honestly.

They can fit into a world without causing a slow extinction.

If they were one to two in a million there'd be an interesting spread of preds as well.

•Australia 28-56

•France 69-138

•Greece 10-20

•Ireland 7-14

•Italy 58-116

•Japan 124-248

•Spain 49-98

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A day in the life of a pred, if they were being casual and at least trying to be slightly subtle about it.

They'd probably only eat 1-2 people per day. If they were doing other things on top of that.

Depending on the preds personality, theyight eat less on the weekend, maybe they like to get to know their dinner, maybe it makes it sweeter.

Or maybe they go hog wild on the weekends, swallowing and ab crunching at the club like nobody's watching while relishing the knowledge that everyone certainly is.

These statistics show that that is more than sustainable population wise. 

This is just statistics, I intend to write apost on an actual setting I have been using for years.

For now I hope this was helpful and can help some people who do find themselves getting hung up on the background logistics and how a world could possibly function.

Those who despite their best efforts to avoid thinking about it find it still gets in the way.

Ultimately, most of the settings you see could work.

 Preds just can't be incredibly common. Or, if they are common enough, they can't all have an appetite in the double digits.

Hope this helps writers and readers.

This is Predlucyforhire, signing off.

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Chas' Post Vore Thoughts

This is a collaboration with me and my friend Daniel, he made the morph and i made the story!

this story is a SUPER short blurb about how a successful pred reflects on his round soft figure wondering for a brief moment if he should cut back on the prey or go overboard!

[nomstellations]

A big pred with multiple stomachs who doesn't realize their prey accidentally slipped into one of their lower stomachs

The sun feels pleasantly warm on my scales. My meal settled nice and heavy in my stomach- though not without a fuss, but it isn't my concern anymore. They'll calm down one way or another, and I don't intend on letting out prey I just fought to work down my throat. Kneading my stomach in slow, wide circles, I settle back into my coils and get comfortable.

A nap after a meal sounds wonderful right about now. I'm sure my meal would think the same- they're quite lucky to be curled up someplace dark, warm and snug where no one can rudely bother them. Frankly, they got the better deal than I did, so they should really stop kicking around so I can get some proper rest for once. Maybe they'd learn their lesson if something else came and smushed them in there...

Ah, but I'm too comfortable...I shift in my coils and lay down, letting my stomach hit the warm sun. It doesn't take long for drowsiness to take hold, especially on such a full stomach...

Glrrrnn...slrshglrpblorp.

Noise and sudden movement in my coils barely stir my dozing mind. Lunch still must not be settled yet...my first stomach is fine, they'll learn that in time. Not letting any further squirming ruin my rest, I slip into a welcome slumber.