#smaller pred

[voreyeurism]

belly practise 4/5 — overstretched and digesting

[hungryfan45]

"And that boys, Is why going for the bigger meal is always worth the risk!"

[hungrymilliek]

It'd taken days, Millie stuffing Lily full of fast food non-stop, feeding her the delivery drivers on top of it, rubbing and kneading to help her pet churn all of that food into more wonderful, pliable fat and adding height to her frame to carry it all.

And spending the time between the deliveries fucking her senseless, making sure that the bloated behemoth of a woman never spent even a moment empty - not out of fear, but out of pure, gluttonous greed.

The mouse wasn't trying to keep a ravenous predator sated.

She was fattening up her New Year's feast.

Every inch of flesh, every wobbling pound or jiggling fold of fat was just more calories for Millie to claim.

Twenty-one feet tall, were she able to stand. She couldn't reach a scale that could handle her weight, but thirty tons would be a reasonable estimate.

Mille walks around her prize, running her fingers over Lily's soft flesh, the mouse's stomach roaring as she imagines having all of this meat stuffed into her stomach. Even now, her pet was drinking a mix of melted butter and heavy cream, pumped from a tank through a hose, making herself just that much more succulent for her gluttonmaus.

"Mmmm, it's going to take me hours to even swallow you up, pet," Millie coos, reaching up to gently rub the underside of Lily's bulging, rippling throat, "Days for me to properly digest you."

She keeps walking around, the mouse giving her pet's nipple a squeeze, licking at the thick cream. "And I can't wait to bring you back afterwards," she continues, "Let you see just how big you're going to make your mousey mistress~"

Her paws shuffle softly on the carpet, Millie walking around behind the mass that was Lily's body now. "Mnnnn, I just can't help myself," she coos, reaching up and grabbing her by the ankles, "You're just too delicious to resist any longer~"

The mouse shoves her feet into her maw, quickly gulping them into her throat before starting to drag her way up the mountain of flesh. Her jaw quickly unhinges, the gluttonmaus's flesh stretching as she inches her way forward.

Her thighs are the first real obstacle, each one nearly as big around as an oak tree. Then her ass, each cheek the size of an SUV. That alone took the mouse two full hours. Then what she knew would be the real sticking point - her gargantuan, blubbery belly.

Millie's flesh had to stretch wider and more than it ever had before, but through sheer determination over the next eight hours, she manages to swallow up every inch of soft gut, her jaws advancing on Lily's tits.

Each breast was twice as big has her ass had been, slowly swallowed up by the insatiable mouse. That left only her soft shoulders, her dozen chins, and finally, her head. An hour later, Lily was gone, her body sealed away inside the mouse, Millie lifted nearly to the ceiling by her massive, bulging stomach.

"Ohhhh, fuck," she groans, her eyes crossed in absolute bliss, "Ohhh...mmmm...you're gonna take me days to digest." Her stomach, working harder than ever before to cope with the sheer size of her meal, grumbles and groans. Her hands roam over the small patch of her belly that she can reach, before...

BHHHUUUUOPPOOORRRRRRPPPPP

The deep, roaring belch breaks windows in the mouse's home, shards of glass flying outwards as she announces her triumph to the world. After a few moments gasping for breath, sleep takes a firm hold on Millie, the mouse laying down for a long winter's nap atop her churning hill of a belly.

"Mmm, g'night Lily," she coos as she settles down, "Bring you back in the new year~"

@belly-lover00

[boyvixen-guts]

i assure you my intense desire to swallow giant dragons whole and digest them is absolutely normal. everyone thinks about it right?

[hungry-blue-dragon]

sitting in a comfy chair, hammerspace dragon in lap

one hand gently petting her back, the other slowly rubbing the inside of her throat

occasionally scritching her neck with the uneaten hand so she can show off how not even a hint of a bulge shows up on her adorable scales

slowly, over time, more and more arm vanishes into her muzzle. it does not return

when she tires of being pet, she will take more than the arm. Much, much more

and her meal will have warmed the chair for her

[voreyeurism]

oh no kais you left the gym locker room door unlocked omg ! previous part

[hungryfan45]

Tom Hollands fame was getting to his head. He loved taking out his aggression on anyone he deemed beneath him. This was bad enough when he was reducing interns to tears, but he loved picking on defenseless insects even more. Stepping on them, burning them with magnifying glasses, and even crushing them with his sexy ass. Most of them were powerless to stop him. That is until one day he picked a fight with the wrong bug. His big foot came crashing down on Flick the Flea but all it did was temporarily flatten him. When Flick pulled himself back up by the antennae Tom was pissed. He tried again, but this time Flick reacted by biting his sole. "yeowch!" Tom shrieked in pain. "What the fuck are you" Now the tables were turned. Tom ran in terror as Flick calmly hopped after him. Flick quickly caught up to him and jumped on top of his shoulder. after a cartoonish fight cloud Tom's shirt was shredded exposing his sexy nips and abs. The chase continued for awhile until Flick chomped down on Tom's juicy exposed nipple. "OW! look I'm sorry OK? I'll never squish another bug again. just let me go." Tom pleaded. He knew he couldn't outrun this creature so his only chance was to beg. but Flick wasn't buying it. His mouth opened wide one more time and swallowed his would be tormentor whole. He shrunk back down to his natural flea size with Tom now the size of his victims to fit inside. With one last burp Tom was finally his.

[debiteful]

Would it be possible to request this?: It's winter, and a naga haven't been able to find shelter in time. A friend of their's, either an anthro!pelican or merperson, came to them and offered them a warm place to stay. The naga couldn't help but chuckle a bit, because how where they supposed to carry something as big and long as a naga? However their friend did end up surprising them. (Contains: Safe vore, same size (possibly larger prey), willing.)

Contains: Safe vore, soft vore, larger willing naga prey, anthro pelican pred, large bulging belly, mild discomfort, protection vore

Normally Nick didn't spend much time where other people were. They were noisy, smelly, and distrustful of nagas like him. However, this winter had been unkind to him so far. The first big snow had come before he expected it and it had collapsed a large part of the roof of his home out in the wilderness. Between the icy shell around everything and the bitter winds, he hadn't been able to find materials to repair it. He had been essentially homeless for a couple days now. His scales were dull and he was shivering constantly; being half warmblooded just wasn't enough with this weather!

He was thankful that his food stash had escaped most of the damage. Being hungry on top of all this would've been awful. However those supplies wouldn't last forever.

Today he was looking forward to a supply drop-off from his favorite mailman, Samoset. The stout pelican wasn't one to chatter on meaninglessly, and was fairly tolerable compared to most people. He always had something good to say and was very serious about his duties. Nick liked to think that they were friends, though the state of their relationship had never been spoken about.

The shivering naga waited all day for his friend to arrive, but he never came. At first he thought the delivery bird might just be running late; it wouldn't be the first time. However, as the day wore on, and there was still no sign of him, Nick began to get frustrated.

As the sun was setting, he decided he had had enough. Sammy just wasn't coming it seemed. Beyond that, the clouds were low and dark, sure signs of a snow storm coming. He didn't want to spend all night in the miserable weather. The Naga slithered out, shivering all the while, intent on getting to town.

Meanwhile, Samoset was having one heck of a day. The intern didn't show up to the mail room so he was left to sort it all out himself, and run deliveries. He got so caught up in the flurry of work that he nearly forgot about his special delivery. By the time he did remember, the sun was low on the horizon. He left the post office in a flustered flurry of feathers, the sled with the building materials for dear Nick trailing along behind.

The narrow forest trail was blanketed in snow, and by the looks of it more was on the way. Sam was thankful for his tall boots and that the wide sled glided on top of the thick snow. He trudged along dutifully, even as the first snow flakes started to fall.

The world became a cool, dark blue as twilight came and the sun went. He was only about half way to his destination, but something up ahead blocked his path. The long, dark form lay along the trail; what an odd way for a tree to fall. Samoset wasn't going to let a little hurdle like that stand in his way, especially when he had come so far.

As he approached, he made out limbs- hair and scales?! He threw the sled's tether back onto his cargo and hurried forward. He fell to his knees near the fallen naga's head. Sure enough, it was Nick, his whole body trembling.

He looked up at Sam with eyelids hanging low. He yawned as best he could despite chattering teeth, "Samoset? Finally."

The pelican chuckled, his empty pouch wobbling as he shook his head wryly; only Nick would be on death's icy doorstep and still gruff as ever. Sam brushed the snow off his friend, "Come on, I gotta get you somewhere safe and warm."

Nick giggled, the sound carrying on far too long and vibrating with his jaw. It was the first time Sam had heard him laugh at all! 

"What is it?" The concerned bird pressed.

"H-how issss a little g-guy like you gonn-na to c-carry a long, heavy fella like me any-where? I'm like- pure muscle and that ain't light-t-t." It took the words much too long to get out given how badly his teeth were chattering. His whole body spammed with each shiver now, leaving him twisted and quivering on the path. 

"Its okay," Sam assured him, "I got you now. Hauling around parcels all day has left me strong," he added with a grin. 

He knew what needed to happen next, but he was reluctant. It could completely alienate Nick. Even as a naga, Sam knew he didn't take live prey often. On top of that, they never were allowed back out.

He shuffled to the end of his friend's tail and picked it up in both hands. Then, he pushed it into his mouth, sending the tip right to the back to be swallowed. Hand over hand he pulls the scaley tail into his maw. With each gulp he picked up speed, the excess sagging into his mouth pouch and making it bulge. Cool scales clacked against his short beak as he devoured his friend.

All the while Nick hardly reacted. The warmth of the postmans body felt like he was being consumed by fire. His whole body burned with light pinpoints as his frozen nerves thawed. Sam could feel the tip of the serpents tail waving inside his gut, but the upper body was still except for the frequent involuntary shivers.

With expert precision Sam tucked Nick's hands into his mouth. The naga wiggled his fingers as they warmed, "Th-th-thanks".

That was the last word Samoset expected, and it brought a warm glow to his cheeks. He smiled and gulped down the last of his naga pal, his head sliding along the bottom of the stretchy mouth pouch.

Once his endangered friend was down, Sam was able to focus on just how full he was. Chill air nipped at his exposed belly through the fluffy layer of feathers that covered his body. His uniform had popped right open, leaving his stretched gut full of Nick sagging out freely. He could see rounded shapes of his friend coiled up into a bundle im his stomach. The tension ached a little, but it was well worth it. 

With work strengthened limbs he supported his massive belly, hands cradling its bulk while legs straightened and carried him back down the trail. When he got to the sled, he let his lumpy load rest upon the building supplies. The sled sank, but not completely. With a pleased grin, Sam pushed off and began the cold walk back into the town.

The streets were devoid of people thankfully. It wouldn't do to have the local postmaster become the talk of the town for eating someone. He pressed on merrily towards his home along the dark roads.

As he warmed up, Nick became more active inside him. Long coils shifted around to expose new areas to the warm, soft flesh that enveloped him. He also squirmed to get comfortable, much preferring the softness of Sam's belly or stomach walls to the firm base of building supplies that the stomach rested on.

When Samoset arrive home he crawled right into bed. He lay on his side with his giant belly cushioned on the mattress beside him. He was unsure how long Nick would need to recover. Hopefully the night was long enough, plus perhaps some warm drinks in the morning. And of course they would need to bring extra when they went to complete the roof repair. Thinking about it, he figured he should really just book the whole day off. Such thoughts filled Samoset's mind as he drifted off to sleep. Nick had already fallen asleep before reaching the house, so comforted and warm was he.