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[voraciously-gay]

There’s something about a pred, who’s stuffed to the brim with prey, having to walk (or rather ‘waddle’) home with their big, bulging, distended stomach, with the prey still alive and putting up a fight, making the trip very difficult as the pred is forced to burp and belch (possibly in front of many other people)- that I just adore.

[voraciously-gay]

thinkin about what it would be like to be a streamer pred, sampling a bunch of different mythical tinies in one sitting and rating them live on-stream.

fairies, naga tinies, merperson tinies, vampire tinies, slime tinies, elemental tinies, werewolf tinies, dragon tinies… a proper smorgasbord of tasty little monsterous treats for me to savor.

of course, it would all be paired with a mic constantly tuned in to my belly, giving everyone watching a chance to hear everything going on in there too.

i would carefully introduce each tiny to the audience, pointing out their unique traits, describing their flavors, going over common techniques for swallowing them safely, and rating them on a scale of 1 to 10.

“now mer-tinies have a neat texture to them,” i’d say as i show off my next snack. “their smooth, oily scales provide a nice feeling as they go down, kinda like swallowing those tin sardines. they’re pretty salty and oily, which is a plus for me. the textures of their fins are great too, very fun to play with in your mouth. most prefer to swallow them tail-first i think, but it’s kind of up to preference in this case.”

i pop a tiny merperson in my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue to fully take in their flavor and texture. i open my mouth for the camera, letting everyone get a good look at the mer-tiny sitting on my tongue. i work them around for another moment longer before tilting my head back and letting my audience see the bulge they create in my throat as i swallow them down.

i pat my belly as they settle in, grinning at the camera. “they feel great in there too, you can feel them swimming around if you’ve downed plenty of water beforehand. which, in my opinion, is basically a requirement if you want to enjoy them the right way. so, a solid 9/10 for me. great if you like fish, even better if you’re going for an active stomach like we are today.”

as the stream goes on, more and more tinies are sent down my throat and are packed away in my tummy. with each new addition, my belly becomes heavier and rounder. eventually i lift up my shirt for my audience so they can watch my belly squirm with all the new activity in there. i’d run my hands over my growing gut, rubbing little circles over it and patting it gently.

“getting a big crowded in there, isn’t it?” i’d joke, showing off my stomach, the chat lighting up with jealous comments. “when you eat so many tinies at once like this, you can really feel them wriggling around trying to get more comfortable. i should’ve warned you guys earlier, but certain combinations of prey can lead to a LOT of activity.”

i pick up my next tiny, a little vampire. “for example, these little guys don’t often get along well with werewolves, even when tiny like this. so when this guy meets that feisty little wolf i tried earlier, things are bound to get real interesting. they won’t necessarily be able to brawl it out with all the other company i’ve already got in here, but if it was just them- haha. it’s not for first-timers, i’ll tell you that.”

soon the tiny vampire would disappear into my mouth and down my throat like the rest. i’d briefly comment on their flavorlessness, but ultimately praise them for the firm, smooth texture they provide before moving on to the next tiny. my belly gives a sudden jerk as they’re pushed inside.

i point it out to the camera as my belly continues to bounce about. “see? told you! feisty things, aren’t they?”

by the end of the stream, my stomach is absolutely swollen with prey. my shirt is fully rolled up to provide a proper view of my squirming gut. with all the commotion going on in there, i’ll likely end up stuck with constant burps, or maybe some persistent hiccups.

“anyway- hic- i think that’ll be it for today, guys. thanks for joining me for today’s stream. next time we’ll be- hic- trying out a bunch of different- hic- different flavor slimes, but for now i need to- hic- give everyone in here a chance to hic- calm down. can’t exactly- hic- stream with a belly this active. it’s a bit- hic- distracting…”

[voraciously-gay]

cauldron, slosh, heft, taunt :3

Thanks for the ask!

Cauldron: At first blush my gut is pretty average, nothing special. Now before she growls at me for saying that, she IS special. She may not have any fancy tricks, but she does the basics better than almost anyone. She's a looker, too. Strong walls of thick muscle, dashed with a few scars courtesy of particularly desperate flings. She can squeeze hard enough to break bones but she'd muuuuuch rather stretch out around a big meal. At least at first! And of course there's the acid. It's warm, thick, a little clingy. Goes from just a bit tingly to absolutely agonizing once the real fun gets underway. More on that in a second though~

Slosh: My belly works fast, but she works on a delay. I don't mind, really. It kinda lets me have it all. I can feel the ecstasy of her absolutely shredding some writhing cutie, fast, gnawing the flesh right off the bone over the course of an hour or two. Sometimes less. Aaaaand I can savor that stuffed sensation for a while before it all goes down.

When someone books a one-way trip down, there's a period of time after they land where they're relatively safe, maybe even comfortable. It's a false sense of security. My girl is revving up to do her thing. That calm before the storm lasts a couple hours on its own if I don't do anything. But I can rush things along if I turn up the heat. A steamy shower or some intense physical activity does the trick.

So sometimes I like to take my time, walk around, feeling that weight hanging from my middle. Chat up my dinner, if they're good for it. And sometimes I'm pent up and just want to get to the good part with the screaming so I skip ahead to the climax.

Heft: I've got a daunting metabolism but I still gain some weight from prey. I tend to burn it off quickly, but it does leave my proportions in, like, a state of flux, I guess? To the point where I've got some different sets of clothes for when I've just eaten and when things have gotten a bit lean. I gain most of the weight in my hips and thighs, a fair amount to my chest, and the rest kinda varies. I'm pleased about it. Girls look good on me~

Taunt: answered this one recently!

[voraciously-gay]

thinking about. eating a alien

i want to send a strange, otherworldly being down my throat and into my gut. they round me out beautifully as they’re squeezed inside, then start squirming around with an odd curiosity. they’re prodding and feeling up my stomach walls as they explore their new environment.

they’re humming thoughtfully and muttering to themself as they examine my insides. none of their species have gotten this close to an earthling before, so this was the perfect opportunity to learn more about our kind. they push out at my walls and stretch me out, run their appendages over the entrance to my tummy, kneed at me from the inside. each new poke and prod would draw out a pleased moan. at first, the alien might hesitate, wondering if it’s causing pain. but as their experiments continue, they can hear my heartbeat increasing rabidly and my breath hitching between shaky whines.

the alien chitters, something akin to an amused laugh. they’re smart, and it wouldn’t take them long to figure out what they’re doing to me.

who knows what they’d be capable of then...

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[voraciously-gay]

Okay, now as you all know I am absolute prey trash and I desperately crave to be eaten by woman

Buuut lately the idea of having something in my belly has been… kind of appealing to me? Like, I wouldn’t mind if an older woman fed me a living slime prey or something like that.

Just think… after I gulp it down and sigh in relief, she cuddles up next to me and draws shapes across my growling tummy with her manicured fingers, tracing over the slime’s squishy form as it fills up my middle~

Hearing her tease me: “See? Now doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart, to have something wiggling around in your stomach?”

She gives my tummy a hearty pat and cooes to me about how I’m clearly enjoying this, as I’m probably in a state of absolute bliss and pleasure…

Oof- feeling her finger trace the slime’s journey further down my gut, feeling her knead my intestines and the slime squish under her hands as it squirms around

The pressure building up from within my core, as she makes comments about how loud my belly is being, how that slime must feel very lucky to be in there, how I’ve always wished that I was the slime and she was me~

“A little perspective is nice,” she says to me as she plants kisses on my lower belly. I can feel the slime gurgling as it settles deeper into me, making my gut it’s new home. “Sometimes you need to appreciate the other side of things…”

[voraciously-gay]

I want to give a girl a bellyache.

I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy that’ll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.

I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, it’s incredibly tight and rock hard… <3

I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acids…

Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...

As I’d curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ❤️ she’s already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas that’s in there with me… but I wanna hear her belch 🫧🫧

Squirming desperately inside a woman’s painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now… I love being feisty prey sometimes

And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge… I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything else…

[voraciously-gay]

i see the take of “f preds are so overrated/m preds are so underrated!!!” but i literally only ever see m preds. like…ever. the only f preds i ever see are in full-on fap content. i genuinely don’t think i’ve ever seen wlw soft vore and i’ve been in the loop since 2016

[voraciously-gay]

Love, love, love it when a pred is kind of... Maybe not necessarily harshly... But thoroughly rubbing and massaging their full stomach.

The force of their rubbing is enough to make it slosh and groan. The movements make it hard for the prey to move or retaliate at all; instead, they have to deal with stomach walls being pushed into them over and over again.

Of course, any complaints or protests the prey makes falls on deaf ears. The pred is much too busy, massaging their full gut. It feels too good to stop... And all of the noises their stomach makes is just the cherry on top.

[voraciously-gay]

my hot take is that SFW vore doesn’t exist and all the people screeching about it should pull it up on their work laptop

[voraciously-gay]

Hmm? What's that?

Oh. I see.

Ha... I have to say, you're absolutely adorable. Come here.

Sitting on my lap, your face is flushed a deep beet-red. You shift and squirm a little in discomfort. Wow... You're already super wet, aren't you?

Good girl.

I don't even have to say anything when you open my mouth. You practically dive in, wriggling your way in deeper. A deep swallow pulls you down, and I hear a muffled moan. You've said the pressure feels heavenly before. As long as it doesn't hurt you...

It only takes a few thick swallows to get you down into my stomach. Already, you're shifting and moving around in there, trying to get comfortable... And trying to stir up my stomach walls. It's working, too - I can feel as they come to life, rolling, undulating... Contracting around your body. I can feel every dip and curve of your body - hips, breasts, your waistline... It feels incredible to me.

And clearly, it feels incredible to you, too. You're shifting and moaning on there, and I can hear every pleased sigh that falls from your lips. I've been told being in a stomach is so pleasantly overstimulating... But I guess I'll have to find out about that later.

Enjoy yourself, darling, the next few hours we have together will be long~

[voraciously-gay]

(first-time pred goes ham on a buncha slimes and gets a tad carried away. pred pov, willing prey, multiple prey, implied digestion, suggestive themes)

in front of the pred sat a large bowl, full to the brim with multicolored, fist-sized slimes.

while they were technically featureless and incapable of expression, they all seemed to gaze back up at the pred with what could almost be interpreted as mild curiosity.

the pred shifted, caught off-guard by their behavior. mostly just because they were nervous, anticipating the daunting task before them. they rested a hand on their middle, carefully caressing their empty belly with their thumb. they had wanted to try this for so long.

now, the opportunity was finally here.

their friends all convinced them to try it of course, encouraging them to indulge themself and give in to their hunger. a pred can only stave off instinct for so long, and prolonging it certainly wouldn’t help them any. the safest way to start, their friends agreed, was with good, old-fashioned, nutritious slimes. small, easy to swallow, and notorious for their willingness to satisfy.

they felt a low rumble of impatience under their fingertips, a groan that pinched their stomach. the pred felt painfully hollow, no matter how well they fed themself prior.

the quiet grumbling of the pred’s hunger piqued the slimes’ interest. they’re not sentient things, and hardly even count as nervous systems, let alone lifeforms. but slimes have a base drive - to seek a warm, moist environment. they began stirring in their bowl, nudging forward, before one by one spilling over the edge and squelching towards the pred.

the pred could only watch, mesmerized, as the group of slimes drew closer.

the gooey creatures all gathered around the pred, nuzzling into them curiously. once they sensed the pred’s body heat, they began bumping lightly against their belly and thighs, clamoring around them with rising enthusiasm. the pred couldn’t help but chuckle, flattered. yes, their message was clear.

they really wanted to be inside of the pred.

another growl of hunger hit them, this time louder. with all the slimes so close, pressing their gooey bodies against them, the pred could almost see the shockwave of the noise jiggle the slimes. if only slightly. or maybe their hunger was making them see things.

the pred couldn’t hold off any longer, or else they would lose their courage.

the pred took a deep breath, before carefully lifting one of the slimes already in their palm up to their face. it was a magenta-colored one. they took in the slime’s scent - sugary and sweet, like cotton candy. they cupped both hands under it, pulling it closer to their lips.

they really only intended to lick the slime first, just to ease into things. just to taste it. but the moment the pred opened their mouth, the slime shoved itself inside without warning and began forcing itself down the pred’s throat.

they choked in surprise, jerking forward and knocking into some of the slimes sitting in their lap. they all seemed to perk up and pressed harder against their stomach, now full-on squirming with excitement. at the same time, the pred swallowed thickly, before even realizing what happened, and sent the over-excited slime downward.

…

woah.

the feeling was incredible. the slime went down so easily, so naturally. it felt wonderfully cool as it moved down their throat, allowing the pred to feel exactly where it was within them. the pred dropped their hands to their abdomen with a gasp just as the slime dropped into their tummy. after a brief moment, they felt a delightful fluttering sensation as the slime began moving around in its new environment, wriggling and pressing enthusiastically against the pred’s stomach walls.

oh god. was this was it felt like? to consume prey? the pred would have done this years ago, had they known this was what it was like. suddenly all the raving they heard from other preds all made sense. everything clicked into place. the feeling was unreal - more pleasurable than they could have imagined. it didn’t help (or did it?) that the rest of the slimes were all clamoring around their belly now, sensing one of their kind had found its way inside, and were practically begging to be let in too.

every last movement from the slime inside them sent waves of pleasure throughout the pred’s body. it was like an internal massage, gently caressing parts of their body that have never been touched.

the pred stifled a small burp, pulling one hand up from their belly to cover their mouth. it almost felt like the magenta slime was bouncing in there, ecstatic that it achieved its goal. the pred shivered at the feeling, rubbing their abdomen tenderly and uttering a small moan. they began to feel heat flushing their face.

it felt so good…

they sat there for a long moment, ignoring the crowding slimes to just bask in the glow of pleasure, holding their tummy in their hands and fully appreciating every last fluttering movement inside.

the pred’s belly was groaning happily around its guest, but was clearly not satisfied yet. the single slime didn’t create any noticeable bump on its own. and having claimed one slime as an appetizer, their hunger only ramped up in intensity. the bouncing slime coupled with the roaring hunger quickly led to the pred becoming overwhelmed with excitement. they urged their insides to settle down, rubbing circles over their stomach and reassuring the slime that it would not be alone in there for long.

a yellow slime was next. with one hand still on their stomach, still reeling from the feeling of the slime shifting around within them, they reached down and offered their open palm to the yellow one. on cue, it rolled into their hand, allowing the pred to lift the slime up to their mouth. they shuddered in anticipation before cautiously opened their mouth again.

the yellow slime wasted no time before squirming inside and working itself to the back of the pred’s throat. this slime was a tad bigger than the first, so it took two swallows to get it down.

glk… gulp…

second slime, gone. again, they put both hands on their belly as the yellow slime traveled down, the cold trail it left letting them know how deep it was within them. with a bit more effort this time, it was soon deposited into their stomach alongside the first. they felt their belly strain a bit against the new addition, stretching outward faintly and forming the beginnings of the lovely, well-fed bump that they craved so much. a slight ache overshadowed by pleasure.

both slimes wriggled happily inside, squirming against each other and against the walls of the pred’s stomach. their belly squeezed around them, letting out another loud, pleased groan. the pred stopped again for a moment to bask in the glow of it all, quivering at the sensation, gasping. they almost wished someone else was here to rub their tummy to help lull the slimes inside, but they were getting ahead of themself.

they still had more work to do.

one by one, with less time between each swallow, the rest of the slimes soon found their way down the pred’s throat.

with each new guest, their stomach stretched further outward, their bulging belly growing and growing until the last slime was squeezed inside.

gllrrrrnnnnnn…

by now, the pred’s stomach had become fully active, squelching and gurgling obnoxiously as it worked to break down the gooey slimes. they pred kept both hands on their belly, stifling burps and shameless moans as they rubbed small, gentle circles into their tummy.

they could hardly believe how it all felt. their belly ached with how stretched out it was, but it felt so good. they could feel every movement the slimes made, the pleasure only intensified now that their stomach was full to the brim. the slimes continued to wriggle still, their excitement not satisfied despite all finally being where they wanted to be. some jerked around, causing the pred’s entire belly to jiggle. somehow, if they could talk, the pred imagined they’d all be snickering and giggling to themselves in there.

watching their stomach squirm as the slimes all moved inside them, they patted their belly, entirely lost in the pleasure each brush of movement brought them. the delightfully cool feeling the slimes gave initially was fading the longer the slimes had been inside them. they were absorbing the pred’s body heat, turning them from cool to pleasantly warm.

the pred lay on their back and let themselves sink further into delirious pleasure.

they recalled that slimes tend to hang around for a while longer than regular food. despite the fact all that movement is them actually encouraging the digestion process, they still took longer to break down than most.

durable creatures, these things.

overwhelmed with pleasure, the pred couldn’t help but laugh. they were quivering and sighing as they let their hands explore and play with their belly, the activity inside continuing.

it was going to be a long night.

[voraciously-gay]

A rich observer/prey hires a pred to come to their private events and parties. They give the pred a designated area, maybe behind glass, a small metal fence or even a cage. They have the pred dress in avant-garde dresswear, their skin and bare abdomen bejeweled and decorated in golden paint like a Klimt painting.

Before or at the start of the event, the pred is given prey to consume. Their job for the rest of the night is to pose, lounge about, slowly digesting their meal as the party goes on - a sort of live performance for the guests. In the way that drug lords keep a tiger on a golden leash, diamond collar, an absurd performance of luxury and power. 

The pred is not allowed to talk to guests, and they would rarely make eye contact. They are in this moment an expensive art piece rather than a person. But they do get paid well, and they get a free meal. 

Maybe they’re even on a contract with their boss, where they will live on their estate, the pred’s employer feeding them prey for theirs and their guest’s entertainment.

[voraciously-gay]

Party Trick

A uni student pred goes to a party. The group Find out he’s a pred. They want to see it for themselves.

Content: intoxication, fatal vore, pred pov, digestion, willing prey

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It was a late night, I was in my dorm, rewriting notes under the yellow light of my desk lamp. I copied my scrawlings from the lecture in perfect, even strokes. 

I finished the page, and took a sip of coffee that had gone cold. I felt a hungry growl from my stomach. I’d gotten distracted by my work and neglected to have dinner. I lit a cigarette. Another distraction from hunger. 

As I was drifting off in thought, indulging in the cheap satisfaction of a nicotine high, the phone rang. It was an odd hour to call, still I answered it.

“Rowan speaking” “Ro,” I heard laughter in the background, “where are you?”

Alice had invited me to her party, I’d completely forgotten about it, too busy with my studying. 

“I’m at home.” 

“Get your scrawny ass over here now!” She shouted over the ambiance of the party. 

I thought I’d done enough work for the night, and I did want to go. “Alright,” I said loudly. She said something incoherent and then hung up.

I didn’t want to arrive sober, especially since I was already late, so I took a few long swigs from the bottle of whisky I kept in my room, then I put it in my satchel bag, along with my cigs. 

I felt a wave of light nausea and dizziness after the alcohol settled in my empty stomach. I hoped they had food at the party, because otherwise I’d be in for a rough night. 

I checked myself in the mirror before heading out. There were dark circles under my eyes, behind my tawny glasses. And my hair was deranged. I smoothed it down, I adjusted my collar, and smoothed down my dress shirt as well. 

I arrived at Alice’s not twenty minutes later, I fumbled with the gate’s lock, and watched my step as I ascended the stairs.

Alice greeted me, leaning against the doorframe, “Rowan’s here!” She exclaimed, drunk, happy, willing to share that with me. A few other party guests cheered when she said this, partially excited to see me, but mostly wanting something to cheer about.

I entered the house, the windows were foggy from the warmth of the bodies inside, drinking, talking, there was a stereo playing. Alice had a pole in her living room, and a tall boy was swinging around on it like a gymnast, even still with a bottle of gin glued to his hand.

I drank too, and was offered someone’s weed pipe, which I took a few introspective puffs from. I was still hungry, my drunkenness was less energetic like the rest of them, and more forlorn. The weed kicked in and I was content to feel sorry for myself. 

I found myself on a leather couch, in a conversation, but not able to pay much attention to it. The party was winding down, I was nestled in, we all were, in something of a circle.

They were trying to get my attention. 

“Rowan,” a blonde girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember asked, “is it true?” “Is what?” I asked dully. 

A boy, Peter, who was sitting next to me answered, “that you’re a predator?”

I did not expect that question. “Uh, yeah,” 

Alice asked, “what does it mean?”

“It means he eats people.”

“I haven’t done it in a while,” I said, and it was true, “I don’t even know if I still can.” Less true, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

“Why do you do it?” “I get hungry sometimes,” I explain, “It’s just something I can do, I guess,”

“Are you hungry now?” Peter asked.

“How did you learn how to do it?” Said someone else

My stomach made a protracted, implicatory growl. Its timing got the attention of everyone in the circle.

“You are hungry,” the blonde girl said, mystified. 

“You should consume someone here… that would be fucking crazy.”

I laughed self consciously. 

“Wait, should we actually?” Alice asked, with genuine interest. 

I felt a nervousness in my chest that was compounded by the pot. This could be a possibility... Everyone was drunk, high, and eager to see something they hadn’t seen before. My mouth watered at the realisation; the suggestion of a meal. I swallowed quickly.

“Maybe,” I said slowly, I didn’t want to seem too eager, But I’d never before eaten prey while high, and the idea was growing on me. 

“Okay, if we did, who would it be?” 

No one volunteered, and I was let down, and a little embarrassed. 

But then Peter said, “I would,”

Everyone hyped him up for that, and I felt my heart flutter concerningly. I hoped it wasn’t arrhythmia (it’s happened before).

Peter. I had never looked at him that way before. He usually wore glasses, but he wasn’t tonight. He was a good student, but not driven, not obsessive like me. I had never once considered him as my prey, but in the moment it was starting to make a lot of sense.

I had that thing that happens sometimes when you’re high, the time distortion, when you suddenly remember everything you did at once. Probably the weed making things seem more significant than they were, but I began to believe that everything I had done today was leading up to this moment. 

I watched him curiously. His soft brown hair might give me trouble, but his clear (if not alcohol flushed), smooth skin… He had an edible vibe to him. He wouldn’t be too demanding on my stomach.

And he had a healthy, organic aroma. Like he’d showered recently, but wasn’t wearing cologne. 

Alice giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“Dude,” another guy chimed in, “you’re looking at him like he’s a ribeye or something,”

My face flushed. Peter grinned.

“Damn, okay,” Alice said, “do it then”

Peter turned to me. My predatory side was more than eager to have him, but I couldn’t help but wonder what my professor would think of me, eating one of my fellow students.

But then his hands were in my mouth, and I remembered how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten in hours, I’d studied hard all day, the marijuana didn’t help with the cravings either. He tasted incredible, the vibrancy I was able to experience, no meal I’ve had sober could compare even remotely. 

Still I knew people were watching, so I tried to be cool about it. The prey dropped into my stomach and the reward chemicals in my brain made my body feel like butter. I fell apart.

The blonde girl felt my stomach through my dress shirt, which was riding up since my stomach had become engorged. She noticed how my belt was digging into my gut, so she undid it for me. 

The group cooed at me, gathering around, marvelling at the sight in front of them. The other guy, a redhead, I didn’t remember his name either, he unbuttoned my shirt in order to get a clear look at me. 

I closed my eyes and leaned back, offering my belly up for their inspection. Their many hands were on me, driven by morbid curiosity, pressing gently, tentatively testing my boundaries.

When the prey, Peter, started moving under my skin they gasped in surprise and fascination.

When I had my first prey, I was as interested in the visuals as they were. It was so strange to see my body change so much to accommodate my meal, and watching it squirm, pressing out against my own skin, it used to engross me. But now I was more intent on the sensations happening where I couldn’t see. Inside my stomach, I felt the prey at every point of contact on my internals. The friction caused by his wriggling invigorated my stomach. I swore I could feel the acids and enzymes being squeezed out with every press.

What’s more the prodding and patting that my audience was doing from the outside… I was being stimulated from every direction. It was almost too much. I kept my eyes closed.

I stretched languidly, smirking in content. I basked in the attention which was itself perhaps more enjoyable than the satisfaction of the meal. I relished in their enthrallment, these prey doting on my predatory body, witnessing me annihilating one of their species. It was a dark, existential event for them to indulge in, but by the way they kneaded into my belly, they seemed to be enjoying it more than I was. 

We were all high off our shit - I can’t imagine how Peter was doing in there, enveloped in a vacuum sealed, warm bag of flesh which teethed at him, unrelentingly. And then his friends on the outside, poking at him with almost scientific inquisition, playing with him like highschoolers at a frog dissection.

And for Alice and the two others, I was reminded of this psychedelic festival I was told about, where they had sensory boxes, filled with sand, or slime, any interesting texture that a tripped out party-goer could appreciate. I’d imagine my belly was having that effect on them; it was warm, doughy in places, but firm. It moved like it was alive, shifting unfathomably beneath their hands. 

Wait, does that mean I’m the sensory container? The thought made me feel strange.

Despite being stoned out of my mind, my digestive system went forward with its treacherous work. I heard a noise that sounded like someone was washing the dishes, and draining the sink. I wondered how the hell someone got a sink into the living room, when I realised the sound was coming from my stomach. The blonde girl pressed her head against my gut, and the others took their turn as well, listening to my drunken body digest our friend. 

I heard a door open, and footsteps coming towards us. Whoever it was said “what the fuck is going on in here?” Before promptly leaving. I thought that was the funniest shit ever, and I tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a laugh. 

It was contagious, we all lost our shit for a minute. Laughing uncontrollably at the situation.

The ginger guy said, “ah man, Peter,” talking to my stomach.

Alice pushed with her shoulder on my lower belly, pushing it up further to my chest - my breath hitched - before releasing the hold, hearing it slosh as it settled back into position.

“Your tummy’s really heavy,” she sighed.

“What were you trying to do?” I asked, suppressing a belch due to the disturbance of my stomach contents.

“Move you onto the couch again.”

“I can get up on my own.” I couldn’t. I was pinned down and too inebriated to find any strength or balance.

“You’re so sleepy,” the guy said.

“Aw, sleepy Rowan,” the other girl sympathised.

It wasn’t so much sleepiness, but I couldn’t even begin to explain it to them. My conversational skills were not so finely tuned at the present moment.

The three of them got stuck into the task of covering me with blankets, quilts, and pillows from around the home. I was draped in what I think were hand towels as well, which confused me, but they were doing their best. 

I was strangely comfortable under the pile which was stacked atop me. 

All the lights in the house were turned off, and I thought they left me alone, but I felt at least one, maybe 2 bodies next to me, or maybe I was imagining things. 

As I fell into unconsciousness, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to regret it in the morning.

[voraciously-gay]

I love saliva in vore. Like yea, it’s objectively a bit of a gross substance, but I LOVE how it betrays a pred who wants to hide their hunger. They see their favorite prey and whoops, here comes the drool. The pred’s body basically says, “oh sweet, a snack. Time to lubricate the throat ‘cause they’ll be going in :)”. With that and tummy growls … preds can’t hide on my watch

#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[voraciously-gay]

I think the reason I find vore so comforting is cause you’re basically hidden away from the world. Nothing matters anymore. You don’t have to worry, or be afraid. Nobody can judge you when you’re hidden away inside someone you love and trust. You just feel safe, warm, and taken care of.

A trusting press belly is kinda like a portable safe space. Just a cozy space you can hide in to escape the world for a bit. Just comfy and safe.

[voraciously-gay]

Im in such a sappy, lovey-dovey safe vore mood atm.

Like, the love and trust it takes from both sides. The prey trusts the pred to keep them safe from the world, to keep them warm and cozy and comfortable. To be gentle and hold them, and to love them. They trust the pred to not hurt them and betray their trust.

Meanwhile, the pred trusts the prey enough to bring them into the most delicate, sensitive part of their body. They trust the prey not to hurt them from the inside, or make them sick. They trust the prey to be gentle and calm with their movements as they shift around and get comfortable.

It's honestly one of the most intimate and loving things a pred/prey couple can do. The pred relishes in feeling warm and full. They love the protective, happy feeling they get from having their prey curled up in their belly. I can even see the pred gently running a hand over their belly and whispering words of praise to their prey.

And meanwhile... The prey is so comfortable, so warm. The pred's body wraps and squishes around them gently, kind of like an embrace from the inside. It's like the pred's entire body knows how much they love this prey and wants to show it.

The pred and prey will probably stay like this for a long while. Maybe even all night, if they both fall asleep.

[voraciously-gay]

Who else here falls asleep thinking about silly vore scenarios XD