Professional Vore Observer

When they've just had a fresh meal, there's always sloshing. Their prey fights back desperately, trying to escape. At this stage, the pred's stomach only makes a few strained, quiet gurgles.

As time passes, their stomach becomes more sloshy. The gurgles begin to stop sounding strained, instead taking on a more 'wet' sound--no doubt because of the contents of their stomach becoming softer and squishier. By this point, every time the prey shoves out against the pred's stomach, it lets out a low whine.

After a few hours, their stomach has completely rounded out like a water balloon. No more movements from within, no more pesky struggling. Now, their gut is practically singing, gurgling and groaning wetly as the contents of their stomach pump through their body. There's even what sounds like muffled bubbling within, thanks to the constant shifting of their meal.

With a gulp that makes my throat burn, you’ve forced a second full-grown person through my gullet and into my over-full stomach. I gasp and pant, huffing short breaths that make my head spin; inhaling any deeper makes it feel like I’m going to split open. Our first prey had already forced me to sit with my back against the wall, and the new addition stretches my belly past my knees and well above my line of vision. I can only yelp and groan when your hands press against the underside of it, groping and shaking the already violently writhing mass. The two strangers vehemently struggle against their warm, wet, skin-tight prison, contorting and stretching my belly in every direction. It bubbles and gurgles in a high pitch, as if to voice its own discontent, and the feeling nearly hurts as much as the prey’s fighting back. You pat it adoringly and I whimper, the stretched skin exceedingly sensitive.

There's a frantic fight for survival before the pred's mouth ever even touches the prey. Locking their jaws around the prey is challenging, and the effort it takes to swallow? Excruciating. Every hard swallow was a battle; the prey fought back, surging up against the pred's throat muscles, bucking, fighting, trying to escape. The pred nearly choked and coughed them up. It took downing a glass of water to get the prey to lose their grip and slip down into the pred's stomach.

The moment the pred's throat was empty, they thought they'd won. Their belly was full; round, plump, swollen, practically glowing... it was the idyllic shape for a pred's belly; round, soft, and full.

...But the fight wasn't over yet.

The prey surges back into action with a vengeance, kicking and thrashing around in the pred's stomach. The bulging and straining on their skin causes the pred's stomach to cramp up. They're powerless to do anything but collapse to their knees as their stomach writhes and strains out.

They're not sure if prey is actually capable of escaping. It's never happened before, but it's feeling like it could be a possibility now. Their skin keeps stretching and straining, and the pred is worried that it'll split at any moment, and that the pred will be left torn open...

The best they can do to fight back is to flex their stomach muscles and squeeze down. Their stomach clenches in on the prey, smothering every inch of their skin. On the outside, the pred's stomach looks like that perfect dome of flesh again, but on the inside, the pred can feel every inch, every contour of the prey's body.

There's a fierce struggle against the pred's stomach, but with the prey being held so tightly, they can only manage some slight wriggling. It shows as light jiggles in the pred's stomach, and it even produces some sloshes.

Their movements become more jerky and panicked. With the pred's stomach being clenched, the prey is being smothered. They can't breathe. They can't move. Their escalated struggle tells the pred that they're panicking. They're almost out of time.

The pred's abdominal muscles are starting to ache from how tightly they're flexing, but they have to do this to keep the prey in place. Their panicked struggle continues for a few minutes, but then comes to an abrupt stop. For a second, the pred wonders if they squeezed the prey to death, but after a few seconds, they realize that they can feel the prey twitching. They're just unconscious.

With a sigh of relief, the pred lets go, letting their stomach swell and sag again. It's good that they didn't accidentally kill the prey just then. It would've been such a waste to not be able to enjoy them properly. They need the prey to be awake with them. They need to be able to tease the prey, to run their hand over their stomach and feel the way they squirm away, to emphasize how the prey is becoming one with the pred...

Prey that's proud of themselves for having never gotten trapped in a stomach.

They slowly start meeting each other more and more. Maybe they move in the same circles or have the same job. Maybe the prey came in to fill a position that was left vacant rather suddenly... either way, when these two meet, it turns into a silent cold war. The prey does everything in their power to stay away while the pred tries to get close, driven by hunger. Their stomach growls anytime the prey walks past, and their mouth waters. They just can't help themselves; they really, REALLY want this prey...

Then, one day, the prey makes a terrible mistake. They turn their back on the pred and confidently say, "I don't think you could stomach me."

Those words trigger something deep within the pred. They're being deliberately challenged, goaded, and now, they cannot back down. The prey has just sealed their fate, rules and social etiquette be damned.

They lunge forward in a quick flurry of motion, grabbing the prey by the shoulders and yanking them back into a supply closet. Their hand flies up and covers the prey's mouth as they start to shout for help, leaving the prey's cries as high-pitched muffled grunts. The pred chuckles before closing and locking the door.

Now, any chance of rescue is slim to none.

The pred starts with the prey's head, opening their jaws wide. The prey freezes, staring up into the pred's maw. Finally, tears start to well up in their eyes and roll down their cheeks, and when they do, the pred shoves the prey into their mouth.

The process of consuming a meal was never very long for the pred. Powerful throat muscles yank the prey in quickly, shoving them down, down, down until they're pushed into the pred's cramped stomach. The pred lets out a shocked gasp as their stomach abruptly balloons out, pressing tight against the door of the closet. There's hardly any room to move around; all the pred can do is angle their stomach away from the door, and then, slowly take a seat.

Normally, devouring someone in public is a crime. Everyone knows this. If anyone had been privy to what's just happened, they'd be scrambling to save the prey and admonish the pred, perhaps even toss them into jail...

But nobody knows.

They're tucked away in a supply closet that's hardly used. Most people probably walk by too fast to even realize there's sounds coming from the room. Nobody can hear the prey, even with how the prey is crying out for help...

Slowly, the pred traced circles over the skin of their distended stomach. The dome of flesh is writhing and contorting something fierce; the prey within is a valiant fighter...

What the prey doesn't realize, though, is their fighting does absolutely nothing.

It doesn't give the pred an upset stomach. It doesn't hurt them. It doesn't even hinder them at all. In fact, it only makes the pred feel really, really good.

The best part of all is when they get to lean down and whisper to the prey, taunting them. Teasing them. Freedom is so close, if they could just escape, get to the door...

Oh, but they can't, because they thought the pred couldn't "stomach" them.

They'd been so confused and scared when it happened. Someone or something jumped them, dragging them into a cave deep in the woods. They'd been humiliated in the worst way while their assailant used them for hours. By the time the sun came up, they were too exhausted to properly fight back, but they saw the face of their assailant as rays of sunlight peeked into the cave. They took that face, plastered it into every corner of their mind, and swore: they'd have their revenge.

Tracking the assailant down in the forest was not easy, though. They could have gone anywhere. It was entirely possible that the assailant was long gone by now, too. They had no way of knowing.

Months went by. Not a trace of the assailant. Tracking them was only growing more and more difficult as their body began to change, showing evidence of the brutal assault on them. Their belly began to grow and swell, becoming heavy with the assailant's litter. Their hair grew more luscious, their hips began to grow slightly rounder. Their breasts even began to grow and feel heavy, full. They were ashamed of being so easily used... but they had to admit--they were practically glowing.

It was pure coincidence that they found their assailant. A campfire led them straight to the assailant. They were fast asleep, basking in the warmth of the campfire. They paused for a moment, taking the scene in, before smirking to themself. They were going to take the assailant by surprise, much like how the assailant did to them.

Without warning, they lunged forward, grabbing the assailant's ankles and shoving them feet-first into their mouth. It didn't take long for them to start greedily slurping and gulping. The assailant jolted awake, looking confused. By the time they understood what was happening, it was too late; they were already halfway down their predator's throat and only slipping down further. They shouted, screamed, tried to beat uselessly at the victim-turned-pred, but it was useless. The only thing they could do was helplessly reach for freedom one last time, fingers outstretched for something, anything to hold on to, searching for one last lifeline-

But the last gulp yanked them in fully, shoving the assailant-turned-prey down into the pred's stomach.

The sudden weight in their stomach caused them to lurch forward a little. They spun around and laid on their back, sprawling themselves out and basking in the campfire's warmth. Their stomach was three times the size it was just a few minutes ago, and it was bulging out and squirming as their assailant tried to escape. Their struggles produced a cacophony of gurgles and groans, and their movements felt like a rigorous internal massage, giving relief to their aching joints.

They're not sure if their assailant recognized them. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't. Either way, it doesn't matter.

Feeling the weight of their stomach pressing into their lap, constantly reminding them of this new thing theyve done. how much it grabs their attention and makes them sigh because of how good it feels to be so very full. conscientious of how that weight shifts around and rests differently as the prey inside moves and is broken down into smaller, softer shapes.

the prey moving around and causing little thrills of pleasure every time they press against the pred’s stomach lining. making the pred restless and desperate to feel more, up until the moment the prey isn’t solid enough to squirm. held together only by the same pressure thats breaking them down.

a shiver runs down their spine as they feel a gurgle, announcing the process of liquid being pushed down into their intestines. someone who used to be a person getting processed into them, worked deeper into their layers… somebody who trusted them and wanted to be made into them like this…?

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...

“Please I thought we were friends!”

“We are though?”

“You said that you loved me!” “I do, that’s kind of what’s gotten you into this mess actually”

“Please can’t we talk about this?” “I mean I’m still not letting you go, but sure?”

You know you can’t resist my colors~

What the hecc!

95% of the time, yep :3

there are a select few people who I eat who I'd want to keep around, and I have many methods and strategies to either reform them or keep them from melting entirely

but in literally any other circumstance, if you end up in my stomach you are not getting out, and it's going to feel really great.... well, for me at least ;3c