love dart

"It's okay, love," The pred's beloved whispers, massaging the pred's full, swollen belly. The pred is horribly inexperienced; their new diet isn't kicking in as quickly as the beloved thought it would. By now, most preds have developed a signature plush belly and have had a significant growth spurt. This pred, though? Nothing. Perhaps their guts just aren't quite cut out to be a pred...

It's a guilty pleasure of the beloved. They love meeting new people and turning them into ravenous preds, and then slipping away before the pred turns their appetite to the beloved. This time, though, it's not quite going the way the beloved wants it to. The pred is having a lot of trouble adjusting to their new diet. Every meal leaves them quivering and sweating, cramping in the middle, and it takes them a lot longer to digest their prey than it should. Granted, the beloved enjoys the extended time they get watching the pred's meals struggle, but they also find the progression from living person to putty to be incredibly hot.

Late-bloomer pred who's genetics didn't kick in until later. Random growth spurts when they supposedly stopped growing years ago. One day when out a friend, the hunger kicks in. So incredibly overwhelming and carnal. Painful and mind-blurring, unable to see or think until suddenly everything is fine.. and they're delightfully full. They come to, their vision clears, and they're on the floor, face to face with a very worried friend.

"Are you okay?" Their friend asks. They're standing straight up though the pred is sitting down, they're both roughly eye level with each-other. The pred is heavy breathing. Head is pounding but otherwise okay. They wonder what that cold feeling on their abdomen is until they realise it's their prey-filled gut resting on the floor. Of course, this pred, who was thought to be prey until the last year or so, freaks out.

"Oh god, did I eat someone?!" They stammer, clearly panicked. Guilt is written all over their face with the brightest blush. Not only the guilt from eating some stranger, but also embarassment from causing such a scene. Looking down at their gut, the sentiment of their meal makes itself very clear. They want out. Squirming, wriggling, compressed in that tight gut, pressing with decent force against the stomach walls that squeezed it's prey.

"Shit, I- I'm so sorry! I'll get you out somehow." The pred mumbles, though they went a little quiet trying to figure out how exactly they could do that. And now the sensations of having their first prey really started to settle in. The fullness made the pred feel somewhat sluggish, in a good way. It felt natural. As if their hand had a mind of it's own, it slowly raised and began to rub their gut, feeling all the bulges and the movements made from a whole person inside of their gut. They licked their lips, putting together the nice taste in their mouth.

Patting their belly, a bit of air escaped their gullet and forced it's way up and out of the pred's mouth.

"B-" They tried to muffle it, but failed. "Buuoorrrghhp.." And the pred could be seen licking their lips again, the taste of prey in their mouth returned.

Their friend, prey, put both hands on the pred's stomach.

"Hey, relax."

Their words were met with a surprised 'are-you-fucking-crazy' stare. "How am I supposed to relax? There's a whole.. person.. inside my belly.." The way the Pred said it had the tones that indicated they were.. enjoying it. "I need to get them out somehow." They clearly don't actually want to let go though.

"It's your first time. You might get hurt, and you might hurt them as well trying to regurgitate." The friend explains as they rub the predator's engorged gut.

"So what am I supposed to do..?" The pred asks, and their friend begins to rub their stomach, filling the pred with a new layer of bliss. "Just relax, let them melt. They'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"