stick your fingers through the 8ars of my cage, i dare you

Cw gaslighting

You sit, feeling the restless squirmimg beneath your skin. A deep, watery gurgle rolls through your middle, followed by a rising pressure that forces a heavy, satisfied belch past your lips.

"I-- I think your stomach is digesting me," the prey in your gut says.

"That wasn’t digestion," you say, as if stating an obvious fact. "Just, you know….. ambient stomach stuff. Just gurgles"

the muffled voice, weakening yet urgent, pipes up again. "That is literally digestion!"

The warmth in your gut has been steadily increasing, radiating outward. You feel the hotness under your hand. Its pleasant, to you.

"I can feel it!" the voice stammers. "It’s hot—too hot! And everything’s getting tighter! And—ugh, your stomach’s squeezing me!"

You pat the rising and falling swell of your midsection, utterly nonchalant.

"You are quite large for my stomach, that's why its so snug in there for you."

The prey tries to push at their enclosure, not to much avail; your body reacts before you can even think about it—tightening, squishing them down into the thick, sludgy heat. A concerning, gloppy noise follows. You feel a flutter in your chest.

you sigh happily, stretching out, pushing out your abdomen and admiring how your prey looks inside it.

"Nothing to worry about-" You begin to mutter, until you interrupt yourself with a sudden, forceful belch. As if your stomach was sick of having so much air inside of it.

"Oh my god, its getting even tighter-"

You stifle another burp, belly sloshing as you shift, fingers idly rubbing over the firm dome of your stomach. "You're making a big deal out of nothing," you say, utterly unbothered. "You're fine."

"I am NOT fine!"

You yawn, rubbing slow circles over the warm curve of your belly.

"You’re just panicking," you say, tilting your head. "You're getting worked up over nothing."

Your prey says something in response, but you cant make it out

A thick, lazy gurgle rolls through your middle, vibrating against your palm as you absintmindedly rub your tummy.

"So—" Their breath hitches. "So when are you letting me out?"

That does give you pause.

"I dunno," you say, voice distant, thoughtful. Pondering the question. "Couple more minutes, maybe?"

The prey doesnt like the vagueness of your answer.

Now you just bathe in the sensation, feel that solid shape slide against the inside of your stomach as you press on it. Listen closely to hear their little limbs tapping at the glass so tentatively because it's the only barrier between them and your vicious digestive system.

Flick the lights off and take a good look at your belly, watch their glowing forms flutter around and light up your insides. Feel as your stomach squeezes around the jar, eager to digest the food you'd eaten only to find it an inert object.

I think hard vore is really funny when the prey completely underreacts. Kinda Like the black knight from Monty python, but worse.

Just doesn't feel any pain or fear. Doesn't seem to die. Scares the shit out of the pred because they can feel that arm they just bit off move around in there, trying to get back to it's owner.

As for the pred:

Maybe they keep eating, which miiiiight have some side effects: Maybe they get taken over, or maybe they just feel soooo much hungrier... Damned thing might be some kind of parasite.