getting sentientfat digested by a girl who really really loves you
you're in her stomach and shes giggling and squeezing you, talking about how youre all hers and how happy she is that she gets to keep you. hearing her start to drift off as her stomach acids rise to your neck. slowly losing feeling in your hands and feet, the slow dissolution creeping up your limbs. losing consciousness while your body starts to be pumped into her intestines.
slowly waking up, awareness returning over the course of hours as she gets ready for the day. When she finally notices you and she can't help but squeeze you and hold you because she's just so glad she gets to keep you like this forever. telling her how to unlock your phone so that she can tell all your friends that you're alright, and maybe she sends a couple pictures of how you're filling out her outfit.
feeling her heartbeat pulse through you as she goes about her day, feeling it speed up and seeing her smile when she thinks about you.
I watch my future dinner give me a small, sheepish nod, brushing aside some loose strands of hair. Yet her worried expression tells me a different story.
"... You don't look ready. Is something wrong?"
Her body language closes itself off to me, her eyes darting away from my face. She looks... nervous. No, afraid.
My brow furrows slightly, mostly out of concern, admittedly a little bit out of annoyance. Most prey I've had were rather shy about the whole being swallowed whole thing, but never scared.
My voice comes out more impatient than I'd wanted.
"You know you're going to come back, right?"
She hesitantly nods. I sigh.
"Listen... If you think I'm going to be one of these preds who treats you like nothing but meat, then that's not me. At all. So relax, this will be fun, for both of us. I promise."
I watch her frown shift into a reassured smile, a bit of relief washing over me.
"Now, c'mon. Let me gobble you up..."
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She leans forward on the couch, getting herself ready. I lift up and tuck my shirt just enough to reveal my soft, doughy belly. As if on cue, it quakes, letting out a long, starved groan.
"You hear that? She's practically calling your name..."
A smirk spreads across my face as I watch her cheeks flush, her hands bashfully trying- and failing- to hide the excitement in her face.
A pang of hunger gnaws away at my stomach, a longing growl resounding from within. I pat a hand against it a few times, the surface jiggling with each pat.
My words come out gentle, as if my stomach could understand.
"Alright, alright, I hear you."
I look back at my dinner. She can't take her gaze off my stomach.
"You ready to get gulped down now?"
She nods, this time eagerly. It earns a grin out of me.
"Excellent... Now, I'm going to open my mouth real wide, so slip your hands in. Once your upper arms are down, it'll be a smooth descent from there."
I finally open my mouth, just wide enough for her to admire it. Each strand of saliva falls from its roof and pools around the base of my tongue, which swishes gently from side to side.
Soon, a wonderful burst of flavor makes its way to my tastebuds. I close my eyes, moaning softly as I allow my instincts to take over.
My tongue slides over her savory hands and wrists as they ease themselves deeper in, soon feeling her fingertips brush against the back of my warmly cavernous mouth.
I waste no time taking my first gulp, sighing in bliss as I feel the delicious weight sinking down my throat and settling in my belly.
I take another gulp, my mouth stretching as I feel her arms, then head, get tugged down my bulging neck and curl up in my depths.
My swallows become increasingly needy and ravenous the closer I get to her own pudgy waist, my senses drowning in hunger.
It had been a full year since I'd gotten to indulge in a feast like this; my body aches from its own greed.
Satisfaction finally begins to wash over me when I feel the pleasurably heavy weight of her waist, then upper legs, slip down into my belly, the organ already rumbling thankfully.
My final gulps are slow, appreciative, grateful for the feast I'd been given. I tilt my head up, sealing my lips behind the last of her, savoring the sensation of her feet sinking, greeting the rest of her.
Finally, my dinner is in its place.
"Ahh... There we go, all settled in..."
I hear the generous woman who became my meal letting out a few muffled giggles and moans. Seems she's also enjoying herself. My hands glide up and down the surface of my tight, warm stomach, pressing gently into the skin surrounding her.
A deep, grateful groan resounded from within, earning a few eager, delightfully satisfying wriggles from my dinner. Though her movements are restricted, every little wiggle sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
"Now we can both just, relax, and let my belly take care of the rest."
My hand can't help but rub circles across my taut middle, even as I recline into the couch, my eyes slowly fluttering to a close.
I'm going to sleep good tonight.
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Soft beams of sunlight shone over my eyes, stirring me awake.
Immediately glancing down at my stomach, I smile at the progress it's made. My belly is more or less half the size it was before: still massive yet more manageable. it felt wonderfully soft and plush to the touch, I couldn't help but give it some deep rubs and kneads.
After stretching my back, I lie back and run my hands along the length of my warm stomach.
"Mm, Good morning... Seems like my belly took good care of you."
It lets out a pleased groan, almost in response. Though the generous woman isn't entirely physically there, I feel immense waves of pleasure emanating from my middle.
Of course, I'll eventually reform her, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep her for a bit longer. Especially when she feels so content.
My sleepy smile becomes soft and warm. I give my belly a few firm pats, the impact sending ripples across my soft skin.
"Alright, alright... I guess I can keep you here for a couple days."
Immediately after speaking, a feeling of gratitude washes over me.
I get the feeling these next couple of days are going to be lovely~
prey who knows they become sentient fat after they're digested, so they hunt down the shyest subbiest preds out there. all so that while they're pudge, they can jiggle and bounce and tease the pred to make them blush
A specific variant I thought of is two girls who are early in their transitions decided to use vore to speed it up. The pred transitions rapidly while the prey becomes sentient tit and ass fat (a euphoric experience in its own right).
Another idea I had was a mother eating her early-transition daughter, turning her into sentient tit fat and then calling her daughter's new form beautiful (praise kink go brrrrrr).
Thoughts?
transcendent. flawless. ten outta ten
never took a crack at sentient fat, but mama ain't raise no bitch
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both girls were several months into their transitions, and a little disappointed at the results so far. they know it takes time, but they were impatient! then one of them had a brilliant idea, grabbing her friend and gulping her down to speed up the results
and wow, did it work. as she felt her friend digesting she could see herself swelling up, her tits going from handfuls to spilling over her bras, her belly pushing out and over her waistband, her ass and thighs splitting the seams of her pants. and she was so sensitive now... all the new, jiggling fat made her blush and moan as she felt it ripple and bounce as she moved, unused to the new weight and stumbling around her room. each bump made her weak in the knees, her cute little cock leaking and throbbing, desperate for release...
darkness. not darkness, absence. not absence, awareness. movement, bounce? pleasure. feeling hands lift and heft, rub and caress, dip and play. every squeeze sending electric pleasure shooting through her, it, them, us? overwhelming, needing release, can't, need help, pleasure building and building and building and-
she's humping her new belly, leaned over her bed and desperately thrusting against the soft, sensitive flesh. every movement is magnified, every thrust nirvana, her whole body felt like it was on fire, melting her from the inside, a desperate need for release that kept just out of reach gasping and crying and-
spots danced in her vision as she gasped for breath. she slowly pushed herself up, feeling sticky cum in her new rolls, sweat trickling down her body, her heart hammering in her chest. it was more manageable now, but every touch was magnified. she hefts one of her new tips up, shivering at the extra sensation, extra awareness coming from it. a gentle kiss and a breathless thank you, followed by a few more sessions to get to know her new body...
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mom stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. her belly had shrunk down hours ago, but her precious daughter had left a hefty amount of pudge behind. although the lion's share of weight was in her tits, newly hanging down to her naval. her hands roamed her expansive titflesh, shuddering as she felt her sweet, innocent daughter's pleasure rippling through her
"beautiful..." she murmurs, her heart filling with pride at her daughter. "you look so beautiful like this dear. you've made mommy's boobs so much nicer, and it's all thanks to you..."
she hefts her tits, feeling them spill out of her hands and onto her arms, hugging them close and covering them in kisses. "mommy is so proud of you, you digested like such a good girl..." her knees went weak at the praise, her mind buzzing with love for her daughter, love for herself, love for her new form. she brought one of her nipples to her mouth, moaning out loud at the sudden, shocking pleasure spiraling through her body
"my my, I guess I inherited your sensitive nipples, sweetheart. thank you, this will be so much fun for us..."
love and pleasure and touch. gentle, soothing, titillating, electric. knowing her mother's pride, her love filling every fiber of her new form, her touch reverent and perfect. she'll be the perfect daughter now and forever more. love burst forth, filling her mother's chest so much it sends her to her knees, her whole world rocking and bouncing, making her mother cry out, grabbing and squeezing, filling her with delicious sensation of molding and deforming and so much pleasure...
mom gasped for breath, shaking as her pussy dripped down her thighs, evidence of her daughter's love for her new home. she slowly sat up with a smile, looking forward to new bra shipping with her beautiful, perfect little girl
imagining me keeping you as fat for so long you forget you're a puppy and start referring to yourself as a vixen~
Hehehe well that'd be amazing~
And imagine by the time you reform me my tail has become fluffier, my face and fur patterns more fox-like, just looking so much more like you because of how long I was a part of you~
Eventually it'd fade away as I remember myself as a pup and am reformed by other preds, but if you ever want a vixen pal all you've gotta do is keep me on your ass for a week or two and I'll easily forget that I was ever a pup~
