*gurgles*

F, bi | 21 | Pred | I love a full tum | Tatum

[wonderingsoftly]

some stuff i haven't shared yet, rping with @starsherald .......primarily us thinking on and building off of how a/starion drank a BEAR and we're supposed to believe that all it did was make him kinda drunk........??? that man consumed many MANY litres of blood!!! (and he should get to stuff g/ale as well and make him bigger teehee)

[barrigonpanzu]

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[vampiregateaux-deactivated20240]

some stablehands went missing overnight…

[massivegentlemenconnoisseur-dea]

There’s something so hot about eating a tiny and then eating a big meal. Rightfully caring more about your satiety than your prey’s comfort. Feeling your prey squirm and run in an effort to avoid the other food landing on them. Knowing their efforts are futile, as they and your other food will be indistinguishable from one another in just two or three hours time…

Like anyway, I’m going to blissfully sleep off my meal. Enjoy scaling the ever-shifting mountain of my dinner.

[bigboss--bignaturals]

thinking about a pred groaning and huffing while laying on their prey-stuffed belly, humping and grinding against their belly and feeling their prey's squirms and protests from all the constant pressure and squeezing..

[yummycubitos]

i love how fast a tummy fills up when chugging fluids. even if someone is a fast eater, theres still some amount of time between each bite, but with liquid they just tilt it back and gulp and gulp and you can actively see and feel with your hands the stomach expanding with every swallow and its soooo hot and mezmerizing to me

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

When you snuggle up at night, wrap your arm around their belly...and find it a little wider, a little firmer than expected.

Was dinner a little bigger than usual? Did they sneak some cookies and milk before bed? A few pints over video games, or the show? Maybe it's real weight, and time to check in. Maybe they got carried away just drinking water before bed, post-snack thirst hitting them hard. Maybe they did it deliberately. Maybe they knew you'd like it.

The result is the same. You pull in closer, rub slower. You can't resist a taste of them. You need to investigate every inch of them, show them where they are bigger, how they fit different. You rock a little, squirm a bit. You both know where this is going.

[dibbiedabbiedoobie]

I licked my lips as you finished settling inside of me. You'd curled up, drawn into the fetal position, probably dozing already. It was late, and you'd roused me from being half asleep to swallow you.

I didn't mind the hour. You had looked so soft and vulnerable, and that alone had made my stomach perk up. You tasted of sugar cookies, a familiar flavor. I was never much of a fan of sweets, but feeling you snug inside of me was a fine pleasure that I didn't think I could ever turn down.

You were filling, of course. I was satisfied, more satisfied than any sort of normal food could meet. I'd be lying to myself if I pretended that wasn't part of why I enjoyed eating you so much.

But really, I got more from it than just a nice meal. I got you. You, nestled as close to me as I can get you. It was hard to put into words how precious you were to me. You were the rarest sort of treasure, the kind of person that only came around once in a lifetime. I needed you close to me. I needed to keep you safe, to know that you'll be okay.

I knew I could defend you in other ways, and I knew you could defend yourself. You were more than capable; it was one of the things I loved about you. But sometimes, I simply couldn't help myself. I always asked, or waited for you to ask, but some nights kept me awake craving you, craving the way you weighed inside of me. You drew out of my sleep as you squirmed, shifting about as you slept. I pet you with a thumb, a soft coo just barely audible in my chest. You always dropped right off, and there was a specialness to it that I never found anywhere else.

You gifted me your trust, the sort of instinctive, implicit trust given to very few. You were glad to, because you loved me. You did it just as much for me as you did yourself. I knew you offered because it made me feel good to feel you inside of me, to keep you safe and care for you so intimately, to love you so totally and entirely. You gave me your whole self without hesitation because you knew it would make me happy.

I love you, too.

[teal-fiend]

You can feel them curled in your belly, still wriggling, still fighting. And as you lean back on the couch, one hand lazily draped over the dome of your stuffed stomach, a familiar, primal emotion unfurls in you like a lion stretching its great paws, basked in the afternoon sun.

Satisfaction

You rub slow circles over your taut middle, fingers pressing possessively against the swell. Your prey squirms, and your stomach growls like a beast

You give your belly a gentle pat, a smug burp slipping past your lips. It feels good. It feels right. You stretch, legs straightening, your whole body weighted and warm.

Time to digest

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

@celestial-corvids-blog ♡♡♡~

[celestial-corvids-blog]

-////- And I can be the one to give you such a deep satisfaction? <3

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Mmhm~♡

[partlydigested]

One of my favorite vore things ever is when someone asks a pred where their friend is, and the pred just smiles and points at their stomach....... or maybe the prey is already pretty deep in them, so they point to their lower abdomen instead............ the observer demands they explain and they burp in response...... oughhh

[nicks-dumpster]

bet it feels real good feeling someone you ate dig their way deeper into your guts and wriggle through your intestines in a desperate attempt to escape

[ravenousrampage]

Sleeping off a huge meal is so cute tho

character resting somewhere with a big meal in their belly (food, person, idk what have you). Digestion is an intensive process and, faced with such a task, all resources are going into tackling the contents in their stomach.

Just sleepily chugging away, glorps and gurgles from their swollen middle as it digests everything. Little shifts to get comfortable, maybe giving their stomach a pat/letting out a hiccup as they doze

[milehighapplepie]

guys imagine if there was a guy who was really hungry and he ate a lot of food and then he was really full

[fangs-4-fags]

your vampire boyfriend is NOT fucking you after feeding from you he is FULL and SLEEPY. you NEED to cuddle him and let him leech off of your warmth

[cravyn]

"She's delicious, isn't she?"

He doesn't hear me, too lost in the bliss of his meal. I rub another circle over his squirming stomach and plant a kiss atop it. His intestines let out an eager gurgle, and she squirms harder. Each kick sends shivers up his spine. Each little belch leaves her flavor on his lips. His body so desperately taking hers into his own. Breaking it down. Enjoying it more thoroughly than anyone ever had, or ever would again.

[shysnackforyou]

Thinking about being digested again~

I want to slide ever so slowly down a preds throat, moving in little bursts with each strained moaning swallow. I'd have so much time to think about where this ends, slowly approaching my new and final home

I want to arrive in their tummy feet first, being pushed through a few inches at a time like I'm being slowly lowered into a hot tub, my slow, almost gentle, arrival contrasting the roaring gurgles of their boiling digestive fluid. Packing their belly full of my body, leaving them nicely rounded out with a huge gurgling gut hanging past their knees

All that's left is their enjoyment and my demise. They moan, belch, gasp, and tease while I boil, soften, and writhe. They happily grip, pat, and shake their belly while my situation only gets worse, their walls closing tighter and tighter around my softening muscles now soaked through with their fluids.

A wonderful contrast that I'd gladly experience. The pred, happy and well fed, and me, a piece of food for their enjoyment ❤️

[princevyce]

Pressing your face into a pred’s enormous, overfull belly, willingly or not -

The satisfied gurgles of their meal being squeezed deeper inside their body, the rhythmic pulse of their heart. The heat of their belly against your cheeks - it does heat up during digestion - and muttered cries for help and mercy, slowly trailing off as the most recent prey is digested into silence with an unceremonious gurgle.

The pred belches and pats the top of their stomach, enjoying the heavy weight of their meal inside them. They’ve already added so many, will you be spared?

They look to you and lick their lips. Their stomach growls hungrily around their already massive meal - it was not enough. There will never be enough.

“I think I could fit one more…”