Remember a couple years ago? The pandemic was horrible. Only silver lining was seeing AAA stars not have regular access to their dieticians and trainers and thus getting a glimpse of them featuring beer bellies and stuff. Like Camila Cabello here and her limited time rocking a solid gut.
A pred talking to their prey, absolutely loving the muffled responses and squirms this prompts.
The prey always tries to convince the pred to let them out - but this never works. Especially when the pred's stomach begins to gurgle and groan more frequently. The prey still tries to talk to the pred, but it's hard to be heard over the sounds of digestion.
Soon enough... The prey isn't even forming words. Instead, they're moaning and whimpering, struggling against the pred's stomach harder. But it doesn't hurt, mind you - rather, the prey is beginning to grow overstimulated as pleasure overtakes their body.
Now this part is always the best part. Soon, things come to a head - the prey is squirming and writhing as pleasure overtakes their body. They can't control themselves; they orgasm hard in the pred's gut, aided by the squishing motions of the stomach. Soon, though, the prey's pleasured cries are drowned out by bubbly gurgles. The pred's stomach clenches in, digesting the prey quickly... And soon, they relax their stomach, which is now much softer and rounder than it was previously.
Smugly, the pred rubs their now soft, squishy belly. Another meal successfully claimed. Soon enough, the prey will join the padding on the pred's body, where they'll stay for a little while.
I honestly love the idea of a prey whimpering and begging for their life suddenly getting incredibly aroused and blissful once digestion actually starts. It's like being comforted in the most intimate way after experiencing such a dramatic emotional shift. One moment they feel like their entire world is ending, and then the next they're being cradled tight and held so close in such a warm and oddly comforting way. Getting digested is almost therapeutic for them.
The pred pats and rubs their belly, relishing in their prey's muffled moans, which they can feel throughout their entire body. It seems like their meal has finally settled down. And for the prey, it feels sooooo so good in there... they might be trapped inside of a stomach, but everything is just so warm now... and gooey...
And it almost feels loving in an odd, animalistic way. With the acids relaxing their tension, allowing them to let their guard down, the prey accepts their fate and gives themselves over to pleasure and peace, as they slowly gurgle into a shapeless lump within the pred's big belly. One of the last things they hear before resigning themselves to eternal bliss is the loud, satisfied belch of their pred. They wouldn't have it any other way now, honestly <3
You’re waiting at the bar for the guy you hit it off with last week, hoping he’ll show up soon. He said he’d be here an hour ago, and you’re worried that creep who won’t leave you alone is going to show up soon
Just as you’re thinking of leaving, you see a familiar face coming in the door, but something looks… different. As he gets closer you see his belly is enormously rounded out, as if he swallowed a basketball whole.
“Hey man, sorry I’m late, I missed my bus.”
After staring at his belly for a moment you look up at his face, “yeah, yeah it’s okay, I’m just glad you made it.”
He turns a little red and rubs his bloated stomach. “I had a big lunch,” he says sheepishly.
You smile and put your hand on his belly, chuckling a little, “it’s okay, must have been some lunch.”
He smiles and gives you a kiss and waves down the bartender who nods and starts pouring his regular.
“You have no idea, I haven’t eaten so much in a while.”
“Looks cute on you,” you say with a wink. “I was worried you wouldn’t get here before that jackass shows up.”
“Oh, he won’t be a problem anymore,” he says back to you with a goofy smile.
You raise your eyebrow, “did you say something to him?”
“Something like that,” he says before giving you another kiss. As he pulls away he lets out a small belch, and you smell a familiar cheap cologne.
Your eyes widen as you connect the dots, “did you…?”
“Can’t have him bugging you, how am I supposed to flirt my way into your pants with him butting in?”
You put both hands on his belly and look back up to his face. “I think you just did”