Contains: Soft Vore, Open Ended Vore, G/t Vore, Reader as Pred, Teasing Pred, Gender Neutral Pred, Multiple Prey, Fearplay
Word Count: 1K
You may have over-indulged yourself, you realize as your jaws wrap around the waist of another tiny morsel. Your belly certainly felt full, perhaps even getting close to your capacity. But then again, there was still this last one wriggling on your tongue and you weren't really one to spit out food once you'd gotten it into your mouth...
Deciding on pushing yourself through it, you leaned back and let gravity aid you this time. The small, wriggling treat slid down towards your throat, their struggles only easing them closer to the drop. Tasting them briefly, you dipped your tongue back to guide them in. One swallow tugged them down with ease, but you followed with another to get them to slide in.
The small morsel made it down to your tummy, but it was definitely a tight squeeze. Letting a heavy sigh roll loose, you leaned back in your chair, content. Your hunger was certainly quelled with your heavy meal- several tinies had disappeared past your jaws and they were oh so filling... There were so many packed tight inside that you could no longer discern each movement. It was just a lot of squirming, satisfied gurgles drowning out any complaints.
You lifted a hand to your snug belly, rubbing gently as it strained slightly against your shirt. Rarely did you get the chance to really indulge like this, but when you did, it always felt fantastic~ But as you admire just how warm and sleepily full you feel, you spot a movement on the table out of the corner of your eye. You zero in on it immediately, squinting and reaching out.
Another tiny, one that thought that it could hide behind your drink, squawked a startled noise as your fingers wrapped around it. Drawing it out of hiding, you grinned lazily at the smaller figure. "Well, look at this!" you remarked, watching the small figure squirm with a terrified whine, "I seem to have missed some leftovers."
You peered at the tiny, noting their smaller features as they quaked in your grip. Apparently their voice had left them in their panic, just sitting and shivering against your palm. They froze up as they met your gaze, their mouth dropping open with either a noiseless gasp or a silent scream. It was enough to make you chuckle, lifting a finger to toy with their head carelessly. "I suppose you thought you were lucky, that you thought you would get away," you commented.
A loud grumbling growl rose from your belly, the tiny figure in your hand flinching heavily at the sound. You laughed once more, your free hand falling to your tummy to feel of the renewed wriggling inside. "But, you might be a bit lucky tonight," you murmured, tilting your hand back and forth slowly as you smile, "I'm feeling pretty full right now with all of the other little ones, I'm not even sure if I'll fit you." A terrible idea fluttered into your mind and your grin turned sharp. Your hand turned, lowering with the other as the tiny squeaked. You pressed them flush with your full belly. "See?"
The tiny went stock-still when you did so, freezing up like a deer in headlights. Their face went pale, their breathing turned erratic. You watched their face with idle interest, noting their panic and fear. You couldn't be sure what was going through their mind, nor what they were experiencing. Did they feel the wriggling of their similar-sized companions through the walls of your belly? Could they hear the cries inside, or were the sounds of your stomach too deafening from that distance to let anything else be heard? What type of existential crisis might they be having?
When you thought that they probably had enough, you plucked them back up from your tummy and into your fist again. They were trembling triple-fold now, staring beyond you like they'd seen a ghost. It was actually pretty amusing, really. That grin never left your face as your fingers gently prodded their chest. "I may have out-done myself," you admitted casually to your captive audience, "Normally, I'm very bad at judging how much food I want. And I always end up wanting more..."
You patted your stomach gently, feeling it rumble softly beneath your fingers. You rested your free hand there again, idly rubbing and pressing at the shifting contents. "But perhaps, I finally got it right this time," you murmured just before a low grumble issued under your hand. A rattling belch worked free suddenly, relieving a bit of pressure. "Ooofff, I guess I needed that," you spoke more to yourself.
But then, you realized slowly as you worked your fingers against your heavy middle, that burp had freed up just enough space... You turned that leering grin down to your shell-shocked captive. "Well, now I appear to have more room," you told them, lifting them closer to your face.
The movement and your words worked together to shock the tiny into reacting. Their squirming doubled from before, their eyes wide with realization and terror. "N-N- N-Nuh-No!" they finally spoke in a whisper, their voice so small that you had to strain to hear it over your active tummy, "P-Puh-Please! Please!!"
Oh, NOW they were finally begging? It took them long enough. But you weren't feeling too lenient at this moment, particularly after they failed to uphold their end of your nice little conversation with them. Besides, they were so boring, with the typical pleas. 'No!' 'Please!' 'Don't eat me!' You'd heard that all before.
"Oh, you'll just be joining your little friends," you batted your other hand, still smiling at them, "Don't you miss them? I'm sure they're waiting just for you." You shifted your fingers to hold them by the scruff, lifting the tiny above your head. They yelped and wriggled, trying as always to get loose. So boring. "I know my belly is," you quipped, then opened your mouth to accept this last little treat. Your tongue rolled out to greet them and you lowered their struggling form inside.
Magic has a unique taste to it. It was tingly and warm, sweet with the tiniest hint of spice. You couldn't help but feel proud for ransacking the tiny fairy coven, greedily taking them all for yourself. You were hungry and when you had the first taste, you found you couldn't bring yourself to stop before all of them disappeared down your gullet. Lounging happily with a stomach full of lively prey, you watched the soft lights of the magical creatures beneath your skin. You started to nod off, sleepy from your indulgence...
When a sudden grumble from your belly warned you a second beforehand. A sudden hiccup from their wriggling caught you off guard, but what came out was even more shocking. Golden glitter- or was it sparks?- flew from your mouth, popping harmlessly in front of your face before fading out. There was another growl as your tum shifted, a belch brought up more glitter.
Really, now? Was this the game they're playing? You chuckled, patting your stomach before relaxing back. Those fairies would have to try harder than that to get you to release them before you were done.
