#pred talk

[nai-z4ro-0ne]

Being a pred and getting tummy rubs to soothe the hunger pangs but that only making you hungrier because the hand caressing your stomach can only make you think of having someone's entire form pressing from inside your tummy instead... hands pressing against your stomach walls as they're struggling in that confined space, such a struggle for them but a blissed state of fullness to you

[yummycubitos]

neeed a delicious little prey thing inside me right now. curled up and weighing heavy in my stomach, bubbling and gurgling away. the warmth radiating from my middle makes me so drowsy. even the fading sensations of my prey wriggling and squirming in my gut arent enough to keep sleep from taking over me as i drift off into a food coma.

[acidbathlove]

Mmm

Big pred all bloated from devouring helpless victims in their haunted house. They wander into the wrong room? Well now theyre in the pred’s massive belly digesting along with any friends they had.

Such a gluttonous feast for any pred. But the day after? Its just as easily a buffet, many prey are too tired from their sugar comas to fight back. Maybe some preds eat one another to lower competition. Or maybe cause they were too slow to fight back and would meet their end inside the guts of a bigger meal.

[tum-encumbrance]

I never see other preds talk about what in my opinion one of the best parts of eating someone: feeling them slide down your throat.

Just the warm, tasty mass massaging your esophagus all the way down. How smooth their skin feels when it's coated in saliva. The moment when they enter your belly and it starts to grow. The rest of their body rub against your stomach walls to make space for the rest of them.

A perfect ensemble of sensations; a truly wonderful moment.

[littlepreybythebay]

Me as prey:

- 2-4 inches tall.

- will take at least two minutes for me to work up courage to ask to be nommed. preds, please take the hint and spare me the talk

- i absolutely adore mouthplay. pls take your time pred, i do not mind at all

- tho i kinda get a kick outta sudden noms, c’mon, surprise me

- i um. i don’t know much about rubs but i will try

- if not, i can either chat or nap

- or i can put my phone in one of those waterproof bags/cases and use it in there haha (is there signal in tums tho??)

- will pay pred with post-nom cuddles and/or companionship (however long the pred pleases)

Me as a pred:

- hands down, one of the unwilling preds.

- srsly, expect a hundred “are you sure”s and “you ok”s to come outta my mouth before you get in it

- i only nom smols, no same-size. just— no.

- not really much of a talker, after noms, i just kinda... do my own thing afterwards

- remember how i said to expect “are you ok”s before noms? expect even more post-nom

- but i will provide best care as possible post-nom

-honestly i’d be more comfy as the one nommed instead of the one who’s nomming but okay

[yummycubitos]

would love to lie with my head in a lover's lap, with one of their hands gently running through my hair, and the other hand feeding me tinies. one by one, theyd take each little body between their fingers and dangle it above my face. id open my mouth, sleepily watching their tiny limbs flailing uselessly as they are slowly lowered down onto my tongue. id close my lips around them, press them against my palate, tasting them, savoring their flavor, before letting them slip down towards the back of my throat and swallowing them. my lover would trace their shape as it bulged out my throat before resting their hand over my belly, caressing, feeling the wriggling under my skin.

[yummycubitos]

vore trope that i love and dont see often enough: partners making out, tongues fully in each other's mouths, and a tiny getting sloshed around in between them. licked and lathered with saliva and sucked on, completely at the mercy of the two tongues squishing them back and forth, until eventually they slip a little too far back in one of their mouths, and with a Glnk~ they slide down their throat <3

[yummycubitos]

thinking about chokers and vore this morning. that little band clamped tightly around the neck, accentuating it, showing it off. for a pred who likes prey of their own size, it may be the only thing keeping the prey from being eaten. its a restraint, preventing anything sizeable from slipping past without first taking it off. is it a measure put in place by the pred's partner, to keep them in line and force them to be good? or is the pred trying to manage their own ravenous hunger, not wanting to let their appetite cause them to mindlessly devour in a moment of thoughtless starvation.

for tiny prey though, a choker is not going to fully prevent the inevitable. it will still get in the way. after the first swallow, the prey may get caught, a wriggling bulge in the pred's throat stuck just above the choker. maybe this gives them a brief feeling of hope that they might not be eaten after all. but the pred presses their fingers against their throat, kneading, pushing them along, continuing to swallow, until they begin to slip down through that tight tight space. a final gulp sends them past the point of no return and they're sent down to the pred's stomach. as difficult as it was getting them down, surely there's no chance of them ever finding their way back up. they're never getting out of here alive.