#pred teasing

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Zapp loves to tease Klaus when he has some lunch pudge on him still! :3

[twistedtummies2]

C in Science, A in Boyfriend Material

THIS IS NOT MY WRITING. ONCE AGAIN, THIS WAS A SUBMISSION SENT BY AN ANONYMOUS USER. Apparently, in this case, the user has been going through some tough times in classes at school, and has been dealing with less than stellar reactions from their family as a result, and this was written partially as a “vent fic” in response to that. I felt giving the full backstory was a bit too personal, but to the user, I just want to say I hope things get better...and trust me, the global situation has ALL of us on edge. :P Anyway, thank you to the writer of this little piece, and here’s hoping some of you enjoy their work below! :)

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“Mmmmmmmm…. Mmm, mmm, mmmh! Shrimpy, that meal was sooooo goooood!” You peeled your eyes away from your boyfriend’s stomach and gazed into half-lidded eyes. His olive and gold eyes slowly turned to you in a slow, lethargic manner as he rested a hand upon his bloated abdomen, a smirk appearing on his face. His stomach jutted out a solid two feet, filled to the brim with the random dishes you made that evening. Having barged into your kitchen with a small grim and downcast eyes, you were originally hesitant to share these peculiar and possibly nasty meals. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed your concern and chucked his science goggles into the living room. He beamed at the bowl of flavorful succotash, moaned in ecstasy at the couscous salad, squealed at your shrimp and cheese ravioli, (“These little shrimp are almost as good as my little Shrimp!”) and raised an eyebrow at your attempted Takoyaki. (“You forgot the pickled ginger,” he said before dumping the other half of the plate into his mouth.)

Noting your earlier gaze at his stomach, he stretched his arms, pushing out his already-bloated belly. It churned and blorbled with incredible intensity, sending shivers down your spine. He thumped it once, twice, thrice, and the sound reminded you of smacking a ripe watermelon.

“BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh, my poor tummy… Shrimpy-chan, you filled my poor belly with too much food!” He whined as he leaned back on the couch. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? Last I recall, you did seem excited to devour every single scrap and speck on the plates. Was that you, me, or your poor wittle tummy?” Floyd put a hand on his chest, and his stomach burbled lowly, as if also thinking.

Guooooouurn…

“Nope! It was you! Little Shrimpy shouldn’t have made the food so so good!”

“Nah, I think it was just you and your tummy,” you said with a firm pat on his belly.

GUWoOoOOrN!

Floyd pouted before deviously raising an eyebrow. “Hm, does Shrimpy-chan want to know what my tummy thinks?”

The heat in your cheeks answered that question for you. Before you could protest (not that you would), he leaned in close and opened his mouth wide. His unusual pointy teeth glistened in the pale light while his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Strands of saliva seemed to hold the mouth together as his throat beckoned you to the great beyond.

Or perhaps it was summoning something from the great beyond…

BWEE-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!

Your eyes widened as you were blasted with an assault of stomach gas reeking of garlic, octopus, turkey (you assumed it was from the salad), and that unavoidable fishy gut-smell that was simply Floyd. When the belch finally tapered off, you could hear Floyd giggling like a schoolgirl in the background.

“Teeheeheehee! Shrimpy’s face is all red!”

You took subtle but deep inhales at his intestinal concoction before a dopy smile spread across your face.

“I suppose that means your stomach enjoy the food?”

“Immensely,” Floyd sighed as he reclined once more. You placed a hand on his cream-colored flesh and massaged the organ.

“Ooooh, little shriiimp…” Floyd moaned, his toes curling in glee. “That feels so goood…” You smiled as his eyelids shut, no longer clouded with the despondency plaguing them earlier. With one hand kneading and prodding, you felt your own eyelids drooping, ready to join him in the land of -

“OOH OOH OOH! I ALMOST FORGOT!”

You gasped and whip your head up. Floyd looked down at you, eyes wide and glimmering with titillation. “I forgot about him!” He leapt off the couch and took several large steps to his coat resting on the armchair. He threw it off and revealed a long, skinny, brown box. He giggled and jumped back on the sofa, completely waking you up.

“Open it, open it!” You did, and almost squealed.

“Floyd… Is that a snake?”

“Yup, a corn snake!”

“… Floyd?”

“Yeah?”

“How and why did you get a snake?”

“Well, Striped Beakfish made me clean out his cage as punishment for… Getting a C in his class.” His eyes widened, pupils shrinking in pinprick proportions.

“So I waited until he left while I cleaned the accursed cage. Then I stuck him in that box. I’m going to teach Striped Beakfish not to mess with me.” His hands twitched, and you tittered as you pried the box away.

“So, uh, what do you intend to do with it?” With that, he relaxed and blinked.

The mischievous grin didn’t help you relax.

“Eat it!”

Of course he would.

The snake was either asleep or apathetic as ginger hands pulled the creature out of the box. It stuck out its tongue but otherwise made no move. You couldn’t help but compare the constriction tendencies between the two creatures. Floyd opened its mouth and exhaled slowly.

“AhhhhhhHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!”

He blinked; even he didn’t expect that one. He giggled and lowered the very-unimpressed snake towards its mouth. All the while, you kept your eyes glued to the show. He raised an eyebrow and winked.

Oh boy.

He placed the snake’s head on his tongue and gave a loud

SULLLLURP!

With the one slurp, he managed to get a third of the reptile into his mouth. You gasped, and he couldn’t help but slurp slower to prolong the show.

GULurk!

His stomach had other ideas.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRLLLLLLPH!

A crude, bassy, pungent belch reverberated in his puffed-up cheeks, which he swallowed back down, giving the descending snake a double preview of what was to come. Your insides heated and twisted as you imagined yourself in the snake’s place.

SUWULP!

His throat obtained a mild bulge as the reptile crept towards its doom. You assumed it sensed its dangerous environment because its tail thrashed madly. This made Floyd’s golden eye glow with giddy excitement as he gave a final powerful

SULUUURP!

GUULUUCK!

And sent the snake to its dark, dungey doom.

“Pah…” Your eel boyfriend sank deep into the couch, caressing his agitated belly. It quivered and roared in anger, now having to deal with yet another addition.

“So… Full…”

You placed a hand on his belly once more without a moment’s hesitation. He whimpered and groaned as you kneaded out a few gurgly, wet burps. As ‘exciting’ as it was, you knew it wasn’t giving Floyd the relief he was desperately seeking.

“Bu-HUuuuUuUuUUUUuuUUURLk… Ugh, so f-fuuuul…” His golden eye flickered dully as he rested a hand ontop of yours. You blushed and grinned before finding an especially taut spot. You pushed.

Hard.

His eye flickered before growing dim. Both of them widened as you saw a bulge rising up his throat. His face took on a sickly green hue. You came closer, worry etched on your face.

“Hey hey, are you ok-”

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!

Easily the longest, loudest, and most certainly the rankest belch of the night rocketed out of his body. The odorus aroma of peppers, onions, cheese, octopus, old fish, and the general smell of guts permeated the air as it roared on for a whopping dozen seconds.

And he did it point blank in your face.

He collapsed with a languid groan, cross-eyed from relief.

“Oh my gooosh, that felt gooooood…”

You didn’t bother trying to fix your disheveled hair, too busy cataloging the odor haunting the living room. Floyd chuckled as he licked a few grains of couscous off your face.

“Ah, but Shrimpy-chan is still the tastiest one of all…”

You flopped back on the sofa with him, and he drops an arm around your shoulder. You gazed up at him. His eyelids were slowly drooping closed once more.

“Thank you… So much… For everything, Little Shrimp.”

“Anytime, Floyd. You may have a C in Science, but you have a solid A+ in Boyfriend Material.” His face softened as he gave you a genuine smile.

Which came closer…

And closer…

And closer…

Until….

HUUUUUR-GLUU-UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRK!

He blasted one more raunchy, wet belch into your face, speckling it with drool.

“Sleep well, my Little Shrimp,” he cooed as he licked your face once more. He smiled against your cheek 

“Sleep well.”

[belliesandburps]

If you haven't gotten an Ask for him already, gotta go with my beloved Leona. If you have, I'll send somebody else along. XD

Leona would huff as he takes off his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and lays on bed, kneading into the sides of his taut, bloated stomach. His belly would be bulging out by several inches, at or around a foot for a more realistic bloat and drum tight with absolutely no give whatsoever. When the Prefect walks in and sees their shirtless boyfriend, moaning and kneading his stomach, he spots their cherry red face, smirks despite his strain, and gestures for them to come over. They instantly hop in bed and start eagerly rubbing Leona's belly, pressing their fingertips firmly into the tensest portions of his gut. Leona would groan and grimace while his stomach roars intensely, then a low burp would leak from his maw, until he grunts with dissatisfaction, sits up and hits his chest a few times until another burp comes up, but doesn't give him relief. The Prefect would grip the dead center of Leona's belly and push down firmly, until Leona winces, throws his head back, and unleashes a THUNDEROUS belch; one so intense the Prefect can feel the springs in the mattress reverberate. When it ends, Leona would sigh, flop onto his back, and tell the Prefect, with a smirk, to keep rubbing or he'll eat them next.

Naturally, they don't need ANY second prompting...

[belliesandburps]

So I know you have mostly male preds, but is there a hefty/voracious female pred you have?

For female predators explicitly? Quite a few. But see, unlike most folks who just want big, sexy anime girls with large breasts who make vore almost stereotypically pornographic, I like vore to feel like vore, regardless of the gender of the pred, and that means a domineering personality, and some canonical gluttony. For same size vore, I need the pred to be big, bulky, and generally, canonically capable to actually swallow someone whole. It's why I don't really do same size vore anymore unless the pred CAN canonically eat somebody at their regular size, and instead, do macro for most anime bois.

But anywho, onto the fun part below. These aren't my only favorite female characters for kink scenarios, just explicitly favorite female preds for vore only:

Orca (DC Comics): She's my number one pick for the same reason Killer Croc is. She just hits all of my buttons. She's big, beefy, canonically voracious, a canonical big eater, has smarts but sass, I find her look very appealing, and can see her in a number of different scenarios for stuffing, vore (both fatal and non-fatal), and everything in between. I love to envision her sitting on her thick rump while rubbing her massive, writhing belly, before her prey kicks hard enough to force out a GIANT, echoing belch from the whale woman. And then, Orca just grunts, chuckles and gives a mock apology for "being so unladylike." Then, she'd just smack her chest and knock loose an even bigger burp, giving Croc a run for her money, before sighing heavily and giving her fat belly a couple of resounding pats while it ripples beneath her palm with each one. She's also huge enough that she can lug her giant gut around, grinding it against a wall or floor and moaning with pleasure at the sensation and satisfaction of feeling her prey being tenderized by her gut.

Lady Dimitrescu (RE8): Cliche, I know, but honestly, Lady D is kinda perfect. She's huge, she's curvy, she's muscular, she has a domineering personality, she's utterly ruthless while also being classy, but also shows that she has a more depraved, uncaring side. And, of course, she's also VERY canonically voracious, and has devoured countless men over the past hundred years, and even threatens to swallow Ethan whole during her boss fight. I like to think that she could swallow Ethan, even in her beefy, curvy vampire-lady form without having to mutate into her Bloodborne Monster form. But unlike Orca, if Ethan's squirming forces her to belch loud enough to echo all throughout her castle, she'll cover her mouth in shock, and be utterly outraged by the filthy man-thing for daring to make her do something so uncouth. Like it's HIS fault. :P

Alice / B Rabbit (Pandora Hearts): Alice is a Chain, which essentially means they're predators by nature. Like Cheshire, she could canonically eat somebody due to her ravenous hunger. Only, instead of eating people like Cheshire and other Chains, Alice resorts to stuffing her face with more meat than humanly possibly possible. So, I can very easily see her giving in to her hunger against a real bastard and swallowing him whole, or even eating one of her friends to keep them safe from other enemy Chains. She's also incredibly loud, abrasive, cocky, and almost Tomboyish, which is my favorite kind of personality in female characters I'm most into. So I can easily see her freely burping loud enough to wake the dead and bragging about how huge that was. And if Gil gives her crap, she'd just burp in his face and grin cockily...before it devolves into their billionth argument of the week...

Mileena (MK): Baraka is one of my favorite preds in MK, so having female Baraka works for me, especially with her latest iteration, because she's so utterly voracious, teasing and downright wicked. I can picture her stuffing her face like a pig, messily devouring her victims, or swallowing them whole. And she'd be relentlessly teasing any prey she devoured, mocking them, slapping her belly and going out of her way to ensure that her prey is as miserable as possible. Every time she belches ferociously, she'd just swallow down more air to ensure that her prey doesn't lose consciousness, because she wants them to squirm and writhe through digestion.

Riptor (Killer Instinct): I didn't even realize Riptor was female until a few months ago, but...yeah, I dig that raptor for her FAT-ality alone. It was one of those defining moments of my youth, watching her sit with a balloon belly before burping that made me realize, "Oh nooooo...I like voooooare..." XD

Mirko (MHA): Mirko's a strange one, because her eating habits are never really talked about, far as I know. But her look and personality just hit EVERY button for me. She's a huge, muscular gal with curves and the most aggressive, Tomboyish personality I've seen in the entire series. So I can VERY easily see her having a massive appetite just because of how muscular she is and needing tons of calories to do so. But due to how utterly aggressive she is, I can also see her working for macro vore, having a strong enough stomach to store shrunken prey until she can let them loose in custody, and using her mighty legs to jet her way out from a villains lair. And due to her personality and loud, abrasive nature, I can easily see her being someone who freely and LOUDLY burps without a care in the world.

Toga (MHA): Her whole thing is that she has a very twisted view of love and connection. With her, it's all about blood. She wants to ingest the blood of everyone and everything she loves. I could very easily see that turning into her swallowing a shrunken victim she loves whole and digesting them so they can be together forever. Helps that, at least in the manga, she canonically lets out a big burp when that teleport happens for the first time. ;)

Lady Venom (Marvel Comics): So, admittedly, I know nothing about Lady Venom. But Venom's one of my favorite preds, so the image of him latching onto a woman host and making her every bit as voracious and snarky as Venom is just hits all the right buttons. I can even make them seeing jokes about how her prey is gonna make her lose her girlish figure as she talks to her giant writhing belly, before letting loose a colossal belch, then giggling and excusing herself with zero shame or embarrassment as she teasingly slaps her huge, jiggling gut. You can probably sense a pattern at this point with me. 'XD

I'm sure there are others, but off the top of my head, this is what comes to mind for female preds. I don't have nearly as much as I do male preds, but Orca ranks among some of my all time favorite preds period, so take that information how you will. ;)

[belliesandburps]

@twistedtummies2 came up with a great concept.  Leona’s lil Herbivore is feeling down in the dumps.  So, he decides to stuff himself so his favorite snack is gonna have some sizable belly bloatage to be rubbin’ instead of being bummed out.  But make no mistake, it’s only because Leona was hungry...not because he cared about making the Prefect feel better or anything.  :P

[belliesandburps]

Indulgence (Leona x POV Reader Post-Stuffing Fic)

Just a short lil something I whipped up for the Leona fans out there in between commissions.  Some really indulgent kink teasing with plenty of burping to go around.  ;)

*BWwwuuuuooooOOoOooOoOrrlbe!!*

*Slorsh!*

Those were just some of the noises you could hear emitting from Leona’s bare and CONSIDERABLY bloated stomach as you gingerly laid your head against his belly and eagerly rubbed away.  The young lion man slash dorm leader of Savanaclaw was dressed in Savanaclaw’s student attire.  He was dressed in what seemed to be a pseudo-biker gang uniform, with a sleeveless, Savana-style yellow shirt beneath his sleeveless leather vest, neither of which concealed his midsection anymore. 

You were both cuddled against the couch.  With Leona resting on the side of the couch, one arm resting on the arm of the couch, with his legs comfortably reclined up.  You, meanwhile, were cuddled right up against Leona.  

Leona had just finished stuffing himself to the brim with a whole slew of takeout from the Monstro Lounge which, naturally, he insisted the two of you eat in his much larger dorm room for...well, privacy.  The young demi-lion man had eaten so much that his belly was pressing out by well over two feet.  His belt had long since been unbuckled with his jeans and chaps undone and unzipped to give his ample gut some serious breathing room.  If he weren’t so bloated, his boxers would be visible.  And naturally, with a stomach that rounded, his shirt was hiked rather high up and his vest was spread out at the sides.

Lazily discarded on the floor by the couch were quite a few empty cans of soda, and on the TV dinner tray beside the arm of the couch were a few more cans.  Leona was in the middle of slugging down yet another can.  Your eyes wandered upward, watching Leona’s slender throat bob in and out rapidly as he took in big, HEARTY-sounding gulps.  All the while, you listened as his belly gurgled up a storm from the influx of carbonation festering within his belly.

When his eyes glanced down at you mid-chug, it was like Leona’s gaze was piercing your soul.  He didn’t even need to say anything for you to know what that look meant.  ‘Did I tell you stop...?’

And so, you returned your attention to that tanned, beautifully bloated stomach of his.  Resting your palm against the dead center of its surface, your fingers dug into that soft, warm flesh, and tenderly stroked the burbling surface of that expansive stomach all over.  Leona’s flesh was so warm and yet so strangely comforting to cuddle against.  The incessant churning and burbling that emitted from the young lion man’s stomach bordered on ASMR-style relaxation to your ears.

...Though, those weren’t the sounds you were as eager to be hearing...

Your heart was practically skipping a beat the instant he pulled the can away, crushing it and chucking it aside with his cheeks still bulging from soda.  He clenched his eyes shut and took in a BIG gulp, sending all that soda flowing down his gullet with a sizable lump traveling down his throat all at once.  After all, you knew exactly what was coming, and by the devils below, Leona did NOT disappoint...

“BLOOOOOORRRRRUUUURRRUUUUUUUPH!!!!!!”

Leona threw his head back and expelled a HUGE, roaring belch.  It was this deep, rich and LOUD sound, one backed by a considerable amount of heft and power, courtesy of all that carbonation he sucked down at once.  Granted, it was far from his longest or loudest eruption, however, it was deeply impressive and immediately made you weak in the knees. 

When it ended, Leona gasped suddenly, grimaced, then SLAPPED his belly, making it jostle beneath his palm but also expelling a HUGE deeper and bassier belch right after that.

“BWWUUUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!”

It was this big, resounding pressure pocket that exploded out of Leona’s maw for even longer than his last burp, and carried a bit of extra reverberation behind it, seeing as how you could feel Leona’s belly actually jostle a little in its wake.  And as soon as it ended, a low, deep and rumbling afterburp followed...

“HUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRLLOOOOOOOOORRRP!!!”

Your cheeks couldn’t be any redder if they tried at this rate...

When the burps stopped coming, Leona panted in exaggerated fashion, letting his tongue lull out of his fang-filled mouth as he sighed with deep relief and flashed you a knowing grin.

“Hah...haaaaaahh man...that felt good comin’ up,” Leona mused, patting his belly heartily with satisfaction.  Then, he smirked back at you and added, “Hm, my, my...don’tchu you just look adorable all blush-y like that.  Why, I could just eat you up...my tasty lil Herbivore...”

Leona knew exactly what he was doing when he said that.  He put the emphasis on eat and slowly ran his tongue across his rather sharp fangs as he said that.  You were practically putty in his gloved hands at this rate. 

“...Is teasing YOUR biggest kink or what...?”  You finally thought to ask in a ridiculously flustered tone.

Leona just flashed you a wink then arched his back some more, making his big, rounded belly jut out more prominently right in your face.

...Guess that answers THAT question...

You eagerly resumed caressing his round, expansive and glorious stomach all over with your hands while Leona cracked another can of soda open.  But as he brought the can to his lips, he grimaced before muffling a DEEP burp into his mouth.  You could hear the gas reverberate deeply within his closed mouth.  Then, he grunted and expelled the fetid air from his mouth and, whether intentional or not, right in your direction. 

You coughed and fanned the air around your nostrils; the stench of Leona’s rather hearty meal filling your nostrils was...slightly less appealing now than it was twenty minutes ago before the food traveled down his gullet.  And yet, the act made your cheeks burn bright red for some reason.  Nonetheless, you rubbed your open palm right into Leona’s prominent middle while he chugged yet another can of soda for you.  You listened in while Leona’s belly gurgled like the beakers in yours and his alchemy courses. 

Instinctively, your fingers grasped at his soft flesh, gripping that durable belly of his and kneading and pressing into it had, since you knew Leona loved it a little rough...in more ways than one...which was only made clearer when Leona crooned a little even as he chugged...

Your hands explored every square inch of that big round belly of his.  They pressed into the sides respectively, squeezing his gut just firm enough to make Leona shudder, but not so firm that you made him ill.  Then, your hands drifted down to his soft, delicate underbelly, which you soothed by running your hand over left and right, kneading into it with your thumb.  The way Leona’s eyes rolled to the back of his head told you all that you needed about how pleasurable the treatment was for him...

You kept at it while Leona pulled the can away to burp quite forcefully.  He huffed to himself, took in a breath and belched again, louder and bassier than his previous eructation.  Then, he went right back to chugging, burping right into his can midway into chugging and causing the sound to reverberate deeply into the aluminum object.

Gods above AND below, Leona’s unapologetic shamelessness drove you wilder than his dark brown mane...

Eventually, Leona polished off the rest of his can and crushed it, discarding it off to the side.  There was a look of discomfort on his face as Leona rubbed his belly with one hand.  As his ran ran up and down his stomach, a resounding belch exited Leona’s maw for a few seconds straight, followed by a slightly less loud and rather short afterburp. Then another right after that.

It almost seemed like either Leona was losing steam or the pressure was stuck because with each burp, there was a look of both strain AND dissatisfaction on Leona’s face as he tried to belch the pressure out of his gut.

“Mph, UuuuUUrrrruuh-UUUUURRRRRPH!!!  Gah...hah...Bur-BWWUuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrp!!  Urp!  Mph, c’mon, dammit...urp-UUuurrrluurp!” Leona growled with mild annoyance.  “BWOOoorruuuUUP!  Tch, pain in my ass...” He added, before thumping his chest and working out a deep but unsatisfying burp.  Those were some pretty good ones, but there was a lack of heft behind any of them, resulting in a lack of satisfaction and relief, kind of defeating the purpose...well, beyond flustering you to no end, which it WAS still doing...

Fed up, Leona began taking in a few deep gulps of air.  You watched, transfixed as his throat bobbed in and out with gulp, audible gulps of air rumbling from his gullet.  With each gulp, Leona’s belly burbled idly with the influx of air.  He continued tenderly stroking his bare, bloated stomach as he gulped, as if helping it brew in his gut. 

Then, once Leona’s had taken in enough air, you decided to act on impulse...

You gave his belly a resounding slap right into the dead center.  It created a rather satisfying thumping sound, and the force caused his gut to jostle and ripple beneath your palm while the contents stirring away inside of that rounded gut sloshed heartily.

...Not to mention the fact that it helped to dislodge a monster from his belly...

“GAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUHHHH-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRPH!!!!!!!!”

Leona seemed almost taken by surprise when this MASSIVE, throat-rattling belch exploded out of his throat for several seconds straight, and only seemed to grow louder and longer with each passing second.  There was a massive amount of pressure backing that eruption up.  You could FEEL the couch reverberate in its wake. 

...Truly, there was no more glorious a sound than that, far as you were concerned...

When it ended, Leona was left panting breathlessly, his bloated stomach rising and falling.  His cat-like ear even did that shockingly adorable thing where it twitched unexpectedly while he caught his breath.  He shook his head even after that, then thumped his broad, athletic chest firmly to expel one more lazy, hearty burp...

“HAAAaaaaOOOOOOooooooooorrrrruUUUUP!!!!  ULPH!!”

You smiled the loopiest, dopiest-looking smile you were certain a person could possibly make in that moment.  Then, after it ended, Leona sighed loudly with relief, before glaring back at you with those piercing, predatory eyes of his...

Tentatively, you gave his belly a gentle pat and said, “...H-heh, feeling gassy tonight, huh...”

“Tch, smartass lil Herbivore...” Leona muttered, still glaring back at you, before slowly licking his lips in a rather hungry fashion and adding, “...y’know, I think you just helped make some room for dessert...”

He then grabbed you by the head and pulled you close so you were both face to face as he smirked that positively wolfish smirk of his...

“...And I can’t think of any Herbivores sweeter than you...”

You felt your spine shiver at that commentary.  Gods, he knew how to push your buttons...even if that wasn’t just a threat...

And just to prove his point, Leona, still looking you dead in the eyes, took in a few more gulps of air before...

“HUUUUUUUOOOoooorrrrRUUUUUUUUPH!!!!  AAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!!”

Leona proceeded to let out a raucous burp right in your face, keeping his fingers firmly grasped beneath your chin to keep you from turning away.  And just as it ended, another, richer and deeper belch trailed right after it.

You were like a statue after that.

...One whose face was so red, you almost looked like someone cast a hex on you...

Leona just snickered to himself, then released you back down onto his belly, while he leaned back, folding one arm behind his head, and cracking another can of soda.

“Now, if you want me to keep going instead of addin’ YOU t’the menu instead, stop gawkin’ and start rubbin’, my kinky lil Herbivore...” Leona remarked in a bored tone that, once again, made it impossible to determine if he was threatening or teasing.  But once he started chugging that can down, you went right back to rubbing that increasingly bloated belly all over.

Truly, there were no arts darker than relentless, unapologetic kink-teasing...

...And if that was the case, being bad never felt so good...

[belliesandburps]

Princely Gluttony (POV Reader x Leona Post-Stuffing Belly Fic)

So, as we all swoon over Leona Kingscholar, me being me, I decided the time was right to start writing some stuff with this lad now that we’ve got a good sense of his particular brand of in-canon, shameless gluttony...

Don’t worry, PLENTY more where this came from.  ;)

It truly was any wonder that any person could eat THAT much in one sitting...

The dining table was sprawled with containers, easily enough to feed about a dozen people, maybe more.  All of them were empty, picked clean, and lords know you barely so much as pecked at your meal.  No, it all went into one person...

Leona Kingscholar...

The two of you were in his dorm room.  Leona, being the Dorm Leader of Savanaclaw, meant he had the largest living quarters of all the other students.  Surely, who his father was had nothing to do with it.  But that was neither here nor there, not when the “Prince” was lounging on the edge of his couch, lazily licking his chops as his gloved hands ran up and down his smooth, tanned, immensely bloated stomach...

The young lion man’s midsection was normally concave and toned to perfection; not too musclebound but with a notable and defined six-pack.  Well, that six-pack was nowhere to be seen.  Leona had eaten so much that his belly was pushing out by a solid foot and a half!  It was appeared as if Leona had swallowed a considerably-sized watermelon, one that rode his sleeveless, yellow, Savanaclaw shirt up from under his biker vest, exposing his smooth, bloated, bare belly to the world...namely you. 

Your eyes were utterly transfixed at the sight of that rounded gut of his; how perfectly smooth and rounded it looked.  Or the way Leona’s fingers sank ever so slightly into his flesh as he caressed and ran his hands up and down the sides of his distended stomach with a contented look on his handsome, youthful face.  Your cheeks were so red that you’d swear there was steam coming off of them...

“...I...c-can’t believe you managed to eat so much,” you said in utter awe as you parked yourself down on the couch next to Leona.  

Leona cracked an eyelid open and glanced back at you with a lazy yet sly smirk on his face then said, “Hmph, you shouldn’t underestimate what I can and can’t do, Herbivore...mph...”

His face tightened with discomfort for a moment.  You could hear a sudden, audible burble erupt from Leona’s belly, a rather deep, gastric one at that.  Then, as his hands continued tracing up and down his midsection, Leona stopped, then gripped his bloated belly tightly with both hands.  Then, Leona threw his head back with his mouth wide open as he expelled a HUGE, rumbling, perfect belch...

“AAAAAAAHHRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHP!!!!”

It erupted from Leona’s maw for a good few seconds, carrying some serious heft to it; the kinda really good burp one got after a lot of pressure had been festering in their belly for a while and finally got that much needed bubble out.  You found yourself biting your lower lip at that rather crude display.  This was FAR from the first time Leona had burped that night, and damn sure wouldn’t be the last.  One REALLY wouldn’t have expected such a display from someone like Leona...at least, until they’d gotten to know him.  Leona may have been a “Prince,” but he was also lazy, gluttonous, snarky and couldn’t care less what a single person thought of him, be it his often messy attire, unkempt mane of hair, or his rather voracious eating habits. 

But you didn’t mind one iota, and Leona knew it.  He didn’t even need to see how intensely you were blushing after that crass action to know...

When it ended, Leona caught his breath, then groaned with sweet relief.  "Ahhh, there it was,” Leona moaned, patting his belly with deep satisfaction before he looked back at you and smirked.  There was a rather predatory look in his piercing, green eyes as he looked back at you and said, “Mmmm, bet that made room for more too...how ‘bout it, Herbivore, wanna be my dessert...?”

As Leona said that, he sloooooowly ran his tongue across his fangs, as if to drive that teasing point home further and make you weak in the knees.

You almost hated how good he was at riling you up...and you DEFINITELY almost hated how much smug satisfaction he got from it too...

“...You’re too much, ‘your majesty’,” you said, earning a dismissive snort from the young Dorm Leader.

“Tch, you sound like Ruggie with that ‘majesty’ crap,” Leona remarked, but then, that smirk returned in full force as he glanced back at you.  Suddenly, Leona leaned back into the couch, taking a more relaxed pose and, in the process, causing his gut to jut out and appear even bigger as a result of him just getting more comfortable. 

Then, without a word, Leona grabbed the back of your head and forced your head right up against his bloated abdomen.  He pressed the side of your head a little more firmly, to force you to really listen to the sound of his over-reactive stomach.  You listened intently as it burbled and groaned deeply.  His digestive system was already inherently stronger than the average students, and you could hear it working overtime. 

You didn’t even need any prompting.  Just, instinctively, you brought the palm of your hand on top of Leona’s belly and proceeded to rather gingerly stroke that ample, burbling mound of warm, soft flesh all over.  Leona rumbled pleasantly at that feeling, but nonetheless, kept your head ‘forcefully’ pressed against his belly, as if domineering and possessive of you...a true apex predator.

Your fingers caressed every square inch of that warm, smooth stomach of his.  From his very soft and tender underbelly all the way to the upper crest of his stomach where his belly ended and his chest and rib-cage began.  Tenderly, your fingers kneaded and dug into his flesh, pressing away as you massaged it firmly, much to Leona’s utter delight. 

You rested your index finger right up against the outer rim of Leona’s bellybutton.  Delicately, you traced your fingertip in slow, sensual circles all around Leona’s navel, occasionally digging your finger into his bellybutton and racing around from in there.  The sound of the young lion man moaning with euphoric pleasure was all the signal you needed that you were doing something right.

“Aaahhhhhhmm.....oh man...if you’re THAT good at rubbing a guys’ belly, I just have to hold off on eating you for now,” Leona groaned.

You just grinned and kept the treatment going once his grip on you lessened, allowing you to plant both hands atop Leona’s belly and show it some proper love.  Both palms planted themselves against his ample gut and firmly yet soothingly ran up to his chest and down to his underbelly, where you gripped the softest portions of his burbling belly and gave it a firm yet controlled squeeze. 

Maybe you squeezed a little TOO hard, because in doing so, you seemed to dislodge another pressure pocket festering within Leona’s gut.  Once again, his face tightened with discomfort, before he rolled his head back and expelled another massive, DEEP burp, one that reverberated all throughout the dorm.  After it ended, Leona sighed to himself and said, “Guh, hah, bet’cha even Ruggie can’t get ‘em that loud.”  He then smacked his chops and smirked down at you ,adding, “Mph, y’like that?”

“...Do it again,” you insisted just...instinctively without thinking.

Almost immediately, Leona grabbed you by the back of your head and heaved you up so you were face to face.  He IS quite strong after all.

“...Did the Herbivore just give the ultimate Carnivore an order...?”  Leona asked, baring his fangs with a rather wicked grin as he looked you over and added, “...I should swallow you whole for that kinda insolence...Sam’s certainly got the weird magic crap to make that doable...”

Part of you wasn’t sure if Leona was just teasing you or if he was dead serious. 

...And even less of you was certain if that thought scared or excited you.

So...you said the only thing you could say in a moment like that...

“...Please, please, with a cherry on top...?”  You asked innocently.

Leona cocked a brow at your remark, then just shook his head.  “Tch, weirdo,” he remarked.  But then, much to your delight, he brought a finger to his lips and held a look of concentration. 

You could see him subtly taking in gulps of air, and could actively hear his gullet rumble in response to the influx of air rushing down his throat and into his expansive stomach.  One hand still tenderly rubbed his belly as he continued taking in air.  You could even see his belly expand just ever so slightly from the gulping he was doing.

Then, once Leona had enough air in his gut, he pressed into it firmly again and opened his mouth...

“BRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHH-HHHUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!”

Leona’s head lurched forward as he unleashed a huge, ear-piercing belch...right in your face.  That crass, painfully loud sound pelted you at full force, allowing you to catch hints of Leona’s meal and a drop of two of saliva which pelted your cheeks as that burp rumbled out of Leona’s throat for at least seven seconds.  Your face was redder than a cherry...

When it ended, Leona carelessly smacked his chops inches away from your face and flashed you that trademark, smug, toothy smirk at you.

“...Th-thank you for that...” you sputtered, far too flustered to even really say much else.

Leona responded by pulling your head closer then letting out a low, lengthy burp right in your ear.  After a good few seconds passed, he grinned and said, “You wanna thank me?  Keep rubbin’, Herbivore...”

He released your head and slumped back, sitting in wait to be pampered some more.

...Buuuuut not before he rubbed his bloated belly in a showy, teasing fashion and said, “...Plenty more where that came from...”

...Sometimes, you were almost too easy to string along.  But to be frank, you were A-Okay with that.

[belliesandburps]

Vore Day Goody Coming

Got an animation I’m gunning to finish either tonight or tomorrow, based off what y’all voted for a few months back.  Just a heads up.  ;)