#tw vore

[squirmifyoulike]

What about slow, willing digestion?

Imagine it - a pred laying in bed, panting slightly as their stomach squirms gently. From the outside, it might seem like the prey was making a weak attempt to escape, but this could not be further from the truth.

Instead, the prey is working methodically, massaging the pred's stomach walls thoroughly, trying to stimulate them into full-blown digestion. It's hard for them to focus, though, because they're feeling so tingly and good. It feels like they're being given a thorough, deep massage by the pred's body... And the stomach acids tingle pleasantly, filling the prey with pleasure. They just can't help themselves; they whimper and moan softly, overcome by pleasure.

The pred, meanwhile, just lies still, smiling softly and rubbing their stomach gently. They can feel the contours of the prey's body when they rub their hand over their stomach - slowly but surely, though, the prey is starting to soften up and lose definition, blissfully becoming one with the pred's body.

It's very likely that the prey will live on the pred's hips for a little while before reforming.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #reformation vore #painless digestion #willing prey #willing pred #blissful digestion

[wutwutno1]

Read screenshot and tags before reading.

You have been warned.

Everything hurt.

Doll slowly trudged forward. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, but she had to keep going, less that... thing caught her again.

The doll pressed her hand firmly against her open abdomen, trying to keep her internal components and oil inside. Her breathing was rough and raspy. Doll continued to march forward. Maybe Uzi N and V would take pity on her and help. . .

Doll walked into an enormous cathedral. To her right was a massive flesh pit to Robo-god knows where. Doll walked between the pews and saw… Uzi! 

Uzi was right there! She just had to reach her, but her body was failing fast. Warnings and alerts pinged her vision. 

Warning! Low oil pressure!

Warning! Components missing!

Warning! Compartment breach! 

Warning! Shut-down imminent!

Shut Down: 3. . .

Wait! No!

2. . .

Uzi’s right there!

1. . .

Hurry!

Doll’s vision went dark. The last thing she saw was her vision turning sideways as she fell to the floor, still focused on Uzi. 

. . .

Doll woke up what felt like days later. Her head hurt and she felt… different. . .

She opened her eyes, or rather eye. Doll looked up to see the inside of her ribcage. Her eye widened and she tried to move.

Doll felt like she had three limbs, but they were all stuck on something. She tugged at them with all her might. She could hear Uzi’s voice, and someone else’s. Was it N’s? She couldn’t tell. Her mind was too focused on getting free. 

Doll looked up as she felt a shadow cover her, and her eye widened in fear.

It was that thing that attacked her earlier. Doll’s eye hollowed as she realized it was the first solver host Lizzy texted her about during one of V’s rants with her. It was Cyn, wearing the skin of a girl she couldn’t recognize. Was that the real Tessa? 

Cyn dropped down to its knees. Its face drew close. Doll wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Doll watched on in horror as Cyn opened its mouth and grabbed the top of Doll’s new form with it. She felt it tug hard and rip her from her corpse. 

Doll felt her limbs were free, but not knowing how to move them could only watch as Cyn swallowed her whole, slurping her limbs like spaghetti.

Doll felt sick. The soft robotic flesh slowly pulling her down was disorienting. She audibly groaned. The first sound she figured out how to make, and was disgusted at being swallowed. Normally, she enjoyed being swallowed. She spent her fair share inside Lizzy and Rebecca. She recently spent some time in J. She even spent time in N! But this was different. It felt as if the flesh of whoever was killed for Cyn's flesh suit had completely fused with the drone. 

Doll slid into Cyn’s stomach. She was covered in slimy oil and groaned again. Doll wiggled her new tentacle legs around, trying to elicit a response and figure out how to use them, but got no reaction. However, she figured out how they worked, and didn’t like it. 

Doll sighed and looked around. It looked like every other drone’s stomach, however she noticed there was flesh mixed in as well. It was gross. Doll could hear the normal squelches, groans, and gurgles, but they sounded different. They sounded real.

“So the flesh runs deep,” Doll thought, “Great.”

Doll sat for robo-god knows how long before she heard something. A voice in the void. It sounded like Cyn’s voice when she was disguised as “Tessa,” but younger? 

“So it got you too, huh?” 

The voice echoed around Doll. Overpowering the sounds of the stomach. Doll glanced around frantically, trying to find the source, but couldn’t see anything. 

“Кто ты? Покажи себя!” (Who are you? Show yourself!) Doll shouted at the voice.

The voice giggled and a glowing projection appeared before Doll, only instead of a pale blue tint, it was pure white. The space got cold and Doll shivered. 

It looked like the girl whose skin Cyn was wearing, only she looked more alive. She had real eyes and her proportions were normal instead of stretched. She looked at Doll with a warm smile.

“I’m Tessa! The real Tessa.”

“T-Tessa? Что? Как?” (What? How?) 

Doll was confused. Tessa could see that and huddled up next to Doll.

“I’m a ghost! Or something. I don’t know. I think I’m still alive, just fused with Cyn. She’s in control, of course. So I kinda just hang around!”

Doll was weirded out. She is the human? And she’s a ghost? This whole situation is weird.

“Как ты можешь меня понять? А вы знаете русский язык?” (How can you understand me? Do you know Russian?)

Tessa laughed and smiled.

“No, but since I’m merged with Cyn I have that auto-translate feature all drones have. So when you say something I hear it in English! Just like how you hear me in Russian!”

Doll rolled her eye. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder.

“Это отстой.” (This Sucks.) 

“Tell me about it. Well, we have nothing but time here. Do you want to talk or something?” Doll sighed. There’s really not much else she could do inside this half-human, half-drone stomach. Doll pulls up a program from her system, one she had installed a long time ago and one she used in every stomach she’s ever been in. The program Doll’s mother had passed onto Doll from her days at Cabin Fever Labs; Tetris.

Doll settled into a corner of the stomach, the organ releasing a small squelch as she did. Doll read her previous high score, 9.1795851e+21. Only 23 times smaller than Yeva’s high score of 2.1113046e+23. However, in fairness to Doll, this is the first time she’s ever been forcefully stuck somewhere for an extended length of time. 

Tessa noticed Doll wasn’t responding to her, so she looked over to see Doll with a 1000-yard stare and a small Tetris logo in the corner of her round eye visor. 

“I can see you’re playing Tetris, uh. . . I never got your name.”

“Doll.”

“Doll. I can see you’re playing Tetris. Can I watch?” 

Doll rolled her eye. She was a little annoyed by Tessa’s presence, but she could at least indulge her for a bit. It would be nice to actually have someone to talk to for the first time since… prom? That was too long ago. After that, she had only ever interacted with the fake Tessa and J, but only on business and only briefly.

Doll switched her game from private to public, replacing her eye with the game she was playing. Tessa sat on her knees in the stomach, phasing through just a bit with her ghostly status to get a better angle. Tessa watched in amazement as Doll racked up a higher and higher score within seconds. Tessa could barely process the speed at which Doll played, but she kept watching. This is the first real interesting thing she could watch that wasn’t violent or disturbing. 

“Wow, Doll. You’re really good at this!” 

Doll was stunned, although her visor didn’t show it. It had been a while since anyone had complimented her on anything, and the last person to do so had chosen her parent’s killer over her. 

“Я. . . Спасибо. . .” (I. . . Thank you. . .)

And so they sat. Tessa watching as Doll played Tetris for hours. Doll’s score grew larger and larger as time went on until she eventually went too fast for her system, ending up with a score of 1.0556523e+22, 20 times less than Yeva’s high score. An improvement.

Doll sighed and looked around. Everything looked the same, but it was nice to look away from a game to get your head straight. Tessa still sat in front of Doll, not looking any more tired than when Doll first started. 

“Ты не устал?” (Aren’t you tired?) 

“Nah. I’m a ghost thing! I don’t need sleep, or get tired, or anything! I do sleep in here though, just to break up my day, week, whatever.”

Doll thought about it for a second. It made sense. Tessa wasn’t alive in the traditional way, so why expect her to have the same needs? However, that did make her curious.

“Если ты призрак, можешь ли ты владеть вещами? Как я?” (If you’re a ghost, can you possess stuff? Like me?”

Tessa looked up in thought. 

“I never really thought about that. Then again, I never had the chance to try. Would you mind?” Tessa gestured to Doll, and Doll shrugged her tentacles.

“Мне интересно узнать, сможешь ли ты. Ты можешь попытаться овладеть мной.” (I'm curious to find out if you can. You may try and possess me.)

Tessa floated to Doll like the ghost she was. Tessa took a deep breath and flew into Doll. Doll began to feel cold and like there was another person in her head. Doll’s visor color changed from red to pink, a mix of Doll’s red and Tessa’s white. She tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. It’s like she was—

“No way!”

Doll watched her limbs move like a human checking their hands. 

“It worked, Doll!”

“Ты овладел мной?” (You possessed me?)

“I possessed you!”

Tessa moved Doll’s limbs around, feeling around the belly of Cyn. 

“Это круто, но можешь ли ты—” (That’s cool, but can you—)

“This is so cool! This feels so weird! It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything! I love it!”

While Tessa was as happy as a kid on Christmas, Doll watched on silently. It annoyed her to have her body used like this, but at least this possessor wasn't trying to end life as we know it. 

“Doll, I wonder if I can... Yes!”

Tessa pulled up Tetris on Doll’s system. Doll watched in surprise and intrigue as Tessa began playing. It only took Tessa a few minutes to lose with a score of only a few thousand, but she was excited.

“That was so much fun! I can’t believe I can— Oops! S-sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to take so long…”

Tessa quickly unpossessed Doll, which was surprisingly easy to her. Doll’s eye returned to red. Doll sighed and moved her limbs to make sure she was in control. Doll turned to look at Tessa, who had an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry again for—”

“Все в порядке.” (It’s fine.)

“But—”

“Его. Отлично.” (It’s. Fine.)

“Okay.”

“Хотите сыграть еще раз?” (Want to play again?)

Tessa’s eyes lit up and she enthusiastically nodded her head yes and quickly repossessed Doll.

Doll and Tessa would go on to take turns playing until Doll was eventually rescued from Cyn’s stomach by N and Uzi. Doll would allow Tessa to possess her right before her rescue, freeing Tessa from Cyn and allowing her to live among the drones as a free spirit, able to roam where she pleased. 

Exactly one year after Cyn’s defeat and the rescue of Doll and Tessa, Tessa would be presented with a worker drone body by Doll for her to have as a permanent body. When Tessa possessed her new body, she found a small 1.3 gigabyte file in a folder named, “For Tessa, From Doll.” The file name read,

Tetris.exe

#murder drones #murder noms #murder drones doll #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #sfw vore #vore writing #g/t vore #possession #ghost #tetris #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #fused together #robo-gore #death and resurrection #murder drones creature

[im-just-a-little-freak]

when your scared of showing off your pred crushed because you don’t want to get judged but then remember you like vore! YOU’RE ALREADY BEING JUDGED!! :D

so anyway

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #tw vore #non fatal vore #g/t vore #vore thoughts

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

#flustered preds my beloved #btw sorry for the break!! was on vacation then work REALLY ramped up #i got another goofy post sketched out after this :) #zan art #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #tw vore #v0re

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about sex #submitted dec 2 #vore cw #tw vore #nsft

[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

#v.ore #soft vore #digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #implied digestion #tw vore #vore writing #voreblr #unwilling prey #prey pov #unwilling vore #pred

[anchored-eats]

Nothin' to see here. Oh, your buddy's missing? Haven't seen em'.

#v0re #tw vore #cw vore #belly movement #v.ore #vore art

[hemipenal-system]

🫠

getting swallowed by a dragon and held in its crop and kneaded by the thick muscles for hours on end…

#terato #monster fucker #terato blog #nsft #fantasy nsft #monsterfucker #teratophillia #v0re blog #dragon #dragon vore #tw vore #vorny #soft vore

[spaceybird]

getting a lil annoyed with people saying laios’ hyperfixation on monsters isn’t horny. i shouldn’t even be able to hear this kind of blasphemy on the monster fucker website. did we read the same manga. that man is hornier for monsters than a religious teenager who just discovered porn. he’s so incredibly not normal about it, he just also knows his kinks aren’t realistic very often. look me dead in the eye and tell me this man would not go insane for the internet vore community

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #tw vore #vore tw

[wholegrainvore]

we had this idea about a g/t wedding

#male pred #v0re blog #tw vore #soft vore #unwilling prey #multiple prey #macro/micro

[squirmifyoulike]

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.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #unwilling prey #painless digestion #implied reformation #like if you squint really hard it's there i promise

[todaysbird]

Did you choose a Tree Swallow because today (8/8) is vore day or was that just a wild coincidence

i actually do not keep a calendar of vore related holidays and this was a coincidence but i love the enthusiasm

#no offense but like #did you reread this #and still think this was a good thing to send me. #asks #tw vore #I guess?

[bunnygirlstew]

Remember it usually takes 6-8 hours to digest food. So if you want to prove the people that say "See you next year" on new years eve wrong you need to eat them around 4pm.

#tasty bunny #tw vore

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

teeth and jaw and gums and muscle and warmth

#I'M BACK #zan art #i got back from the holidays and had a very miserable week #so happy to post something #even if it's a not reffed very well doodle lmao #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #v0re #tw vore #sfw vore #mawshot

[pineconne]

I like the idea of pred lying covered with a warm blanket, gently stroking his rounded and full tummy and already starting to fall asleep, while the prey wriggles inside, doing a small abdominal massage for pred, thereby calming them, and making them feel more comfortable

#safe v0re #safe vore #sfw vore #soft vore #comfort vore #tw vore #swwh #E-A/T #extreme cuddling

[teal-fiend]

The Actor

A day in the life of a working predator actor.

content: fatal vore, implied digestion, willing prey, hunger, safe vore mentioned

The actor entered into their silver trailer and sat down on their faux leather couch (cruelty-free), lying back painfully, exhausted, looking up at the ceiling. That was a rough couple of hours. 

They had just finished the swallowing scene, the one the director wouldn’t budge on even though it was such a time sink, so much money and effort and agony for what, 2 seconds of footage that would actually be used in the final film? 

The actor’s stomach growled irritably. It had been fed, and then unfed so many times it was now beyond confusion and hunger. The pred rubbed their stomach soothingly. It didn’t know what was going on. The pred’s body was not designed for this type of tomfoolery. In the past, in ancient times, once they had prey, they got to keep it. There was no messing around with spitting it back up again, only to consume it once more five minutes later. 

The pred’s stomach had gotten all the signals that it was supposed to be digesting a big meal, and the fact that it wasn’t, meant that it was going to direct its energy; its anger, onto the pred. 

What the stomach didn’t know, the actor thought to themselves, was that doing this would ensure hundreds, if not thousands of prey in the future; the money they would make from this film could feed them for several lifetimes over. But this sort of thing was inconceivable to the simple animal that was the predator’s stomach. All it knew was that it had been robbed. It never thought of the distant future, only the current and terrible emptiness and hunger for more - anything. 

There was a metallic knock on the trailer door.

The actor straightened themselves up, “come in,”

Their personal assistant arrived on the threshold. 

“Don’t tell me I have to go back out there,” the actor groaned.

“I have some appetite suppressants.”

“You know those make me sick, besides, doesn’t that go against the point of it all.”

These gruelling hours were at least partially manufactured by the director’s desire to capture a genuine experience. They talked about it a lot, and it meant that they would force the pred to repeat the same scenes over and over until they grew exhausted and irritated and that would supposedly bring out their true predatory nature.

“Take three, I’ll tell them that this is your last round then you’re done for the day.”

“No, don’t tell them that, they’ll keep me out all night.”

“According to your contract, no. They’re only allowed one more hour with you today, and I’ll make sure they stick by it. I’ll have something waiting for you when you get home.”

“Prey?” the actor asked, barely concealing their excitement. 

Their assistant scoffed, slightly amused, “well yes.”

“Alright,” the pred laughed, stretching, “I’m just making sure you’re not throwing me a party or something. But going home to a nice, big prey… that sounds nice.”

“I’ll see you out there,” the assistant said evenly. 

“Right-o”

Knowing what they had in store back at home, the pred was able to breeze through the next hour, much to the behest of the director who was determined to see them break under the pressure. They wanted hunger, they wanted animalism, madness, and they got it, but the pred was only acting. And once they heard ‘cut’, the actor reverted back to their carefree selves. And they left exactly on the hour.

—

After the uber ride and the elevator ride, the actor unlocked the door to their penthouse apartment with a metal swipe card. Inside there was someone waiting, they could smell before they could see

Under the pink LED lights in an otherwise dark apartment, their prey waited for them. But when they saw the pred, they looked surprised.

“Good evening,” the actor said

“It’s you!” Their prey gasped.

The actor grinned, a little confused. “It is me.”

Maybe the prey wasn’t told whose apartment they were going to? They didn’t know how this stuff worked - usually they just came in and ate the prey and nobody was surprised or asked questions or really said much at all. After all, it would be a bit strange to have a conversation with your doordasher. Or maybe the prey was more like the take-out that the delivery man provided. It would be even more strange to talk to your take-outs… which is exactly why the actor tended to avoid it.

“I’ve always wanted to be eaten by you,” the prey said.

“Really?” 

“Ever since I saw you in that old movie,”

Ah yes, the pred remembered their debut film. It was crazy, all the way back then. They had only just graduated highschool. It was a small project, they just happened to be one of the only preds that the director knew. 

The movie became considered the first film to show a predator consuming prey on screen. Technically there were others, but this is the one that people heard about. And it made the pred famous.

“Oh gosh, has it been ten years already?”

How interesting how that worked. Time, and knowing people. The prey had known about the actor for many, many years. They’d seen interviews and articles probably, they knew the pred as well as a friend might. And yet, the pred had never seen this prey before in their life. 

“Maybe this is fate,” the actor said, “or manifested destiny.”

The pred felt a strong squeezing in their middle. The hunger pangs were peaking. But they felt the need to entertain their fan for a little while longer. They were after all, deep down, a performer. 

“Sorry if I’m a bit off, I’ve had a terrible shooting experience. I’m not sure what they told you, but I was made to swallow and spit up prey for most of the day.”

The prey consoled them, sympathetic, but they couldn’t help but ask, “you’re making another movie?” The implication being, another movie where the actor would eat prey on screen. 

“Yes,” the pred said, “I suppose you won’t get to watch it… that’s a shame.”

The prey sighed. The pred grinned, “but that also means that it won’t matter if I break my NDA, would it? After all,” they lowered their voice subtly, “you’re going to be me soon anyway.”

The prey paled slightly. The pred moved gently but unyielding, taking their prey’s hand and putting it against their grumbling stomach. They began to describe the plot of the film to the prey, along with some insider knowledge about production that they were sure the prey was dying to know about. 

As they talked, they were also sizing the prey up, considering where they would like to lie down after they had finished eating. The actor’s feet were sore, they didn’t want to have to wander about with a full tummy. They slowly moved the prey towards the pit in the living room, a kind of sunken area that was like a circular couch with a large marble coffee table in the middle. 

Once they were ready to eat, they already knew exactly how they would do it. Despite the years in between, the pred remembered the stage directions of their debut film perfectly. 

They started by saying a few low words, a close up to the actors faces. Then the camera would pull back, so the audience could watch as the pred hoisted the prey up by both arms, then took them feet-first into their mouth. It watched the slow struggle, one long take (and they only made one take. The pred had to use all their focus to not fuck it up and look into the camera). Every gag, gulp and fidget of an inexperienced pred and an even more inexperienced prey. Although these days, the actor had plenty of experience. Especially after the day they had - their throat still burned from the repeated friction. 

The actor sighed in relief once their meal had settled. They were about to lie down, but then realised they were still in their work clothes. They supposed it was unavoidable, having to walk around with a full stomach. Strangely enough, they felt a burst of energy, a bit of adrenaline - a second wind after eating. They supposed their stomach was ready to let it go again, so it wasn’t about to get comfortable just yet. That was fine for the pred; they wanted to take a shower anyway. 

The shower was steamy and well-pressurised, the towels were heated and soft, the robe waiting for them was softer. The actor passed by a hamper that they forgot they had, and selected from it a small box of assorted chocolates. Then they went back to the living room, balancing the box on top of their belly, and laid down in the pit. 

Their stomach was starting to trust them again, “there, see,” the predator said, caressing it gently, “all yours.”

The pred heard their prey murmur about something, and shift around. The pred frowned, then prodded their stomach curiously. It was always strange to hear their food try to talk from inside of them. A bit uncanny. Maybe it made them uncomfortable because if other people were around when it happened, they’d act all sympathetic, wanting to make the pred let their prey out. And that was something the pred didn’t even want to think about right now. 

That wasn’t going to happen now. The pred patted their gut proprietarily. The movement dislodged a belch, and their stomach grew tighter around their meal. 

The actor turned on their television and chose a movie they’d been waiting for a chance to see. A thriller. They took a candy from the box and ate it, eyes staying on the screen. As the opening sequence played, the actor took in a deep breath and sighed, relaxing more into the cushions. They’d had a big day, but now here they were, maybe all the hard work made moments like these more enjoyable. The pred kept a hand rested on their stomach, casually, restfully, but possessively. This one I get to keep. 

#pred pov #tw vore #digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #vore writing #soft vore #implied digestion #v.ore #pred oc #willing prey