Pop Vore

Characters from top left to bottom right: Brett(Pred), Nolan(Pred), Liam(Prey), Theo(Prey), and Corey(Prey)

Extremely late friends giving story, but I want to get out anyway. Enjoy!

Nolan hurried up Liam’s driveway. He was late as hell and starving. Every once in a while he glanced over to the piping hot mashed potatoes and green beans and contemplated taking just a quick bite. Nobody would notice, except that he wasn't that slick and he didn't want to be like that. Thankfully Nolan didn't have to wait to knock on the door. He opens it up quickly and is immediately greeted by the heat.

“Everyone, I'm here, sorry I'm late!” Nolan calls out hearing the clattering of plates from the kitchen as he walks through the living room.

“About time, took you forever.” Brett dressed in a horrible Christmas sweater that still somehow made him look so hot called from the couch. Nolan stuck his tongue out at him. Sitting next to Brett was Theo. Theo gives Nolan a nod but doesn't say anything. Instead of a ugly Christmas sweater, Theo was just wearing a nice salmon sweater. Nolan passes by them into the kitchen.

“Oh wow all of this looks and smells delicious, Mason.” Nolan sets down the tray of mashed potatoes and green beans.

“I hope so, Liam has been working on the turkey all night and I've been doing all of the sides.” Mason offered a kind smile from behind the counter. He had some kind of knitted sweater on.

“There you are! Glad you made it, Nolan.” Liam popped into the room as he and Mason began to take out the turkey and check its temperature. Liam confirmed that it was all good and set it out so that he could bring it up to the table. Nolan looked into the dining room to see that Corey was setting up the table.

“Banned from the kitchen again this year?” Nolan pokes some fun at Corey. Despite wanting to help, both Mason and Liam had determined that he was just better off doing anything that did not involve cooking. Thankfully Corey was able to take it on the cheek as he gives a pouty smile on crosses his arms.

“Yes, but at least I can help. I don't even think Mason and Liam asked the two Scrooge's on the couch to bring napkins.” Corey’s remarks earned a collective “Hey!” from Theo and Brett from the couch.

“All right everyone, Nolan came at just the right time. Food is ready time to set the table.” Liam beckoned everyone to the dining table and began to set up the food. Turkey, ham, green beans, sweet potatoes, yams, rolls, and any other Thanksgiving staple was all present. Thanks to the efforts of Liam, Mason, and Nolan no one went without a full plate or two in some instances. They gabbed at the table, enjoying the company, the banter, and the memories they made over the year. Although Nolan was not as attentive as he would have liked. Not for a lack of connection or appreciation for his friends. But from the steady realization that despite the abundance of food, none of it would satisfy him.

Nolan only realized what would satisfy him when he watched how Theo and Liam seemed to be extra thick in their Christmas sweaters. They also filled out their jeans incredibly as well and Nolan found himself drooling. Whatever guilt that he may have had at the prospect of eating his friends on Thanksgiving was far below the immense joy that he would get from having a full belly from his studly friends. Nolan was thankful that the post Thanksgiving food coma came upon them when everyone got up after their second or third slice of pumpkin pie.

Liam and Theo split off, Liam going to his room and Theo heading to his car. Nolan not wanting to go outside, wait a moment and then follows Liam to his room. Liam's room was upstairs and Mason’s room was across the hall. As Nolan slipped into Liam's room, he could have swore that somebody opened up Mason's room.

“Hey Liam, you guys killed it again this year. I don't know what you do to make the stuffing so good, but it is delicious.” Nolan praised.

Liam offered a lazy smile as he had his sweater pulled up Sean off that nice blonde fuzzy belly, no doubt warm with all of the Thanksgiving food stuffed inside. It made Nolan go even crazier as he inched closer.” Thank you, you know that I always love to cook for you guys. I'm sure Mason feels the same way. And there's more than enough to take home, so take as many places you need.”

Nolan had maneuvered in between Liam's legs as he gave him a cheeky smile.” Oh I don't think that will be necessary, I'm so hungry but not for any more Thanksgiving food.”

Liam rightfully raises an eyebrow as he sits up as Nolan who had inched even closer.” Oh yeah and what are you in the mood for then?”

Instead of answering Liam's question, Nolan decides to show instead of tell. Nolan clamps Liam's arms to his side and opens his mouth wide, wider than he should have been able to. All Liam is able to do is gasp and then his head is stuffed inside of Nolan's throat. Nolan can hear the surprise in Liam's muffled shouts. He wouldn't have suspected that Nolan was still hungry and more to the point, hungry for him. However Nolan was less concerned about Liam's surprise and more about getting his neck and bulky shoulders down. Even through the fabric of Liam's sweater Nolan could taste all of the long hours spent in the gym. After another hefty gulp, it becomes a bulge heading down to Nolan’s belly.

Despite the fact that Liam was likely stronger than him being a werewolf, Nolan was able to overpower him with sheer hunger alone. Liam's chest and abs slide on Nolan's tongue. Nolan quickly slips a tongue to taste over that warm bloated tummy and feels the hair tickle the inside. His neck was bulging wildly as Nolan was quick to stuff him down. The hungry boy also took note of Liam's beefy arms as well, enjoying them as they slid until the fingertips disappeared behind Nolan's lips.

More of Liam was steadily devoured and pushed deeper into Nolan's belly. Nolan took off Liam's jeans so that he could help himself to that cheeked up ass. Nolan had wanted to slap Liam's cheeks each time he posted on leg day. And now, those perfect buns are being slathered over and devoured. Nolan felt like a chipmunk with those cheeks puffing him up. And then before long, they two are swallowed down. Soon, it is just those powerful legs kicking. Nolan slurps them down, not unlike the spaghetti that Mason had made. Nolan's Christmas red sweater rises up over his gut. The form of Liam becoming clear underneath Nolan's skin as he fills up Nolan's belly. Before long All That remains of Liam are just a pair of white socks. To thank Liam for being such a generous host, he tickles the feet. Nolan swears that he is able to hear Liam giggling in his belly. Then with a final act of gluttony, Nolan swallows what's left of Liam.

Nolan's belly swells as the entirety of Liam fills it out. There is a visible bounce when Liam's legs finally join the rest of him in Nolan's belly. It jostles for a moment as Nolan chuckles and moans as he places both hands on that engorged gut. Nolan briefly shuts his eyes as he envisions Liam being served up on a silver platter next to the mashed potatoes and green beans. It would have made a much more filling main course than the turkey, but one way or another it had all ended up in Nolan's belly anyhow. The less hungry boy gives his belly a couple of soft pats, as if praising Liam for being such a good meal. Despite the fact that he was squirming quite fiercely.

“To answer your question, you. Your cooking was good but you taste better, Liam.” Nolan groaned and gives his Liam filled belly a harsh slap. Nolan spent a good minute rubbing over his belly as Liam squirmed. Until at last, all of Liam's squirming causes him to let loose a nice belch.

BWAAAAAOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPP!!!

The belch knocks down a couple of the lacrosse trophies in Liam's room. Nolan ends up burping up one of Liam's socks and happily throws the slimy thing into the hamper. His belly had squeezed down on Liam a bit more tightly with that belch. He was more compact and with that, Nolan was able to move better. Nolan exits the bedroom(Liam leaving before he does). Although as he leaves, he wasn't expecting to belly bump into Brett of all people.

“What the-URRRP!” Nolan grabs a hold of his werewolf filled belly in surprise. Brett is unable to answer because his mouth is filled with squirming socked feet. Nolan looks down towards Brett's exposed belly, no longer being obscured by the Christmas sweater. There is a nice squirming lump there. Judging by the shape, it's definitely not Theo. And before long, Brett tips his head back and swallows the remainder of his meal. Nolan watches the common satisfaction of the filling out of a midsection followed by a lazy and self-indulgent smile on Brett.

“Damn, I see I'm not the only one who wasn't satisfied with the food.” Brett happily drums on his prey filled belly with long fingers.

“Yeah, I had to pay my compliments to the chef. Although I think Liam made a better main course than his ham or turkey.” Nolan couldn't help but tease as he shook his belly and earned a couple of angry grumbles from Liam. Nolan chuckled softly as He pressed his belly up against Brett causing both preds to moan.

“Speaking of, I see you helped yourself to Mason? How did he taste?” Nolan inquired as he gave Brett a post-gorging belly rub.

“Oooh, keep it up. Love your hands.” Brett jutted his belly out more to receive attention on behalf of Nolan.” Oh and this isn't Mason, it's Corey. I was hoping he was going to be in his room, but Corey was going to charge his phone or something. So, opportunity knocks.”

Nolan continued to give Brett's greedy belly attention. It seemed to really clutch Corey tightly, not wanting to give him up. Nolan's belly was no different as Liam hardly had any room to move. Both of them could squirm as much as they liked, but the universal truth was that they were post Thanksgiving entrees. A fact that both of the gurgling bellies happily agreed with.

“So, you greedy fuck, do you plan on having seconds?” Nolan finally pulled his belly away as he cradled it with one hand and rubbed over the circumference with the other.

Brett had almost a pouty face as he looked down at his pot belly filled with a squirming Corey.” I could definitely fit Mason in here, complete the set you know what I mean?”

That was perfect for Nolan who was eager to stuff that beefcake Theo into his belly next.” Good, let's not keep them waiting any longer. I'm sure these two,” Nolan gave a slap to both his and Brett's belly. “ Would love the company.”

Brett and Nolan maneuver downstairs as quietly as they can. However it's a little difficult considering that Corey and Liam in the respective bellies make the inconspicuous footsteps a little more conspicuous. Still they get down the stairs fine without alerting Theo who was sitting on the couch facing away from the stairs while Mason was wrapping up the food in the kitchen with his back turned. Nolan and Brett look at each other deviously. There was never going to be a better chance to grab second courses. They split off to go after their respective meals.

Neither of their prey had expected a thing. Even with Theo super hearing, he had no reason to believe that Nolan was coming downstairs to gobble him up. So when Nolan grabs Theo’s shoulders and pulls him up over the top of the couch, he is surprised. Not as much as when suddenly his face is smashed against Nolan's tongue and his head and neck are being pulled into a wet slimy abyss. Mason on the other hand had just turned around to suddenly be faced with Brett and his engorged belly. Mason only has time for a gasp before his arms are pinned to his side, then Mason is lifted and stuffed into Brett's mouth.

Theo and Mason struggle, but it's pretty much over for the both of them by the time they are brought up into their shoulders. Theo maybe could have fought his way out from Nolan, but Nolan's surprise renders the hunk pretty much defenseless. Now his beefy shoulders and hunky chest are going to be nothing but food for Nolan. Mason was a foregone conclusion for Brett who was already slurping past Mason's belly button. The taller man gently drums on his Corey( and soon to be Mason) stuffed belly happily as he tips his head back.

Meanwhile Nolan happily tastes Theo's ass cheeks. As impressive as Theo's beefy arms and his abs might have been, his ass was completely underrated! Nolan wondered if Liam had ever been brave enough to ask Theo to bottom. Maybe they could get it on inside of his belly as soon as Nolan was done turning Liam's boyfriend into chow. For now though Nolan simply munched on that cheek filling rump. Nolan would swallow it down when he felt it had gotten a proper examination from his teeth and tongue. For Brett however, his meal was pretty much over. Mason's cute little booty had already slid down Brett's throat and his legs are slurped up like noodles. Those thighs and calves are tasted quickly by Brett before they are gulped. Soon it's just Mason's wiggling feet on the outside. It wasn't really about how filling Mason was, he was the smallest out of the group here. It was more about having the matching set in his belly. Brett’s tongue collects Mason’s ankles and toes, pulls them back, and swallows them down. He traces the bulge on his long neck until it passes Brett's beefy chest to join the rest of Mason inside of Brett's already stuffed belly. Brett watches as his belly sags, bounces, and then snaps back into shape with Mason's addition. His hands clutch over the belly and hum as he licks his lips remembering the flavor of Mason

“There we go, reunited and it feels so good.” Brett can't help but tease as he rubs over the forms of Corey and Mason packed away in his belly. Now he was truly stuffed after friendsgiving. He wanders into the living room to see Nolan also beginning to wrap up his meal as well.

Nolan could feel his gut expanding with each gulp of Theo. After sending those hefty ass cheeks down, it was now Theo's muscular legs that he was working on. Theo had a pair of nice quads and some decent calves. After a delectable gulp, Theo only could wiggle his socked feet, the last bit of him not truly eaten by Nolan but that was about to change. No one looked at Brett walking in and could see that he had already finished up with his meal. Not to be outdone, Nolan gently pushes those feet down and sends that beefy morsel to go see his first. Theo’s body makes Nolan's belly look truly huge. Nolan gasps as he supports the weight with his hand.

“God damn… they are so heavy in there… this was so worth it.” Nolan sits down on the couch and leans back as he caresses the hefty dome. Liam and Theo are now pleasantly(or unpleasantly, Nolan didn't care either way) squished together. A soft smile plays at his lips with the knowledge that the boyfriends are sharing a belly. They could look at it as a bonding experience.

“Ahh! That feels good…” Nolan gasped as he suddenly felt Brett's hand on his belly. Nolan looked over to see Brett sitting down next to Nolan. Brett's belly squirmed and wiggled softly. Brett may have eaten the smaller couple, but his belly was no less impressive.

“So, you finally full?” Brett asks as he keeps rubbing over Nolan's belly.

“Oh yeah, these two are going to last me a while.” Nolan says with some cheek. He knew that likely the two werewolves could hear him in his belly. Likely they were in for a long digestion, well past thanksgiving.” How about you though?”

Brett went to answer but instead unleashed a mighty belch that shook the living room. In the process, Brett burped up some slimy socks onto the top of his belly. He left it there as he placed his hands behind his head while a smug smile crossed over his belly.” Oh yeah, I'm definitely full now. That happy couple isn't leaving my belly for a while.”

And so, Brett and Nolan spent the rest of their friendsgiving on the couch. Burping and belching, even letting out a couple of farts while Liam, Mason, Theo, and Corey are smushed together inside those bellies alongside the Thanksgiving dinner wondering when they would be digested. And it wouldn't start until well after Christmas…

Enjoy this Thanksgiving themed story. In which Scott has a lot to be grateful for. Derek... Not so much.

Scott had a nice, warm smile as he looked around the table. This was where he wanted to be for Thanksgiving. All of his friends and family were laughing, grateful for what they had, and reminiscing about the year. There were even some talks about Christmas plans, which Scott was very excited about. Apparently, they all wanted to go skiing before the big holiday. As Scott took another bite of his turkey, he rolled the idea around in his head. It was certainly an audacious plan, brought up by Jackson no less. Although Scott couldn't decide whether or not he thought it was a good idea. Despite having two plates, he was still quite peckish. As he was about to excuse himself to get another, he noticed Derek walk outside to catch some fresh Thanksgiving air. Scott excused himself and followed Derek out onto the porch deck.

“Need to get away?” Scott stood beside Derek. The sun hadn't dipped below the horizon yet. The entire backyard and Beacon Hills were bathed in a lovely autumn glow.

Derek sighs. “For a little bit. Doesn't help that I can still hear everything that's going on. But the weather is nice, this evening was great, I'm just reflecting on it is all.”

Scott went to say something profound, but all that came out was a small burp.

“Ahaha, sorry. I think I am thankful for the food. It's terrific. Mason and Corey are good cooks.” Scott would have to thank them later. They had done most of that heavy cooking. And even though Scott's belly was still begging for food, anybody who cooked on Thanksgiving was worthy of second and third helpings of gratitude.

“Yeah, they are good cooks. Happy you brought them in the pack, Scott.” Derek says quietly, but his voice is still filled with gratitude. They stood there for a long bit, just taking in the moment. Not that it lasted long, because Scott's belly ends up growling again.

“Not that I don't mind the company,” Derek said as he looked at Scott. He was wearing a nice Brown sweater that was jutting out just a little bit, thanks to all the food Scott had helped himself to. The True Alpha had himself a lovely little food baby.” But if you're hungry, you can head back inside, you don't need to stay out here with me.”

Scott went to object, but his belly growled again. He rubbed over his little pot belly before he gave Derek a cheeky smile.” You know you're probably right, but I think I know why I came out here. Aside from checking on you.”

Derek raises an eyebrow.” Oh yeah, and what is that?”

Derek doesn't get an answer to his question. Instead, he gets gripped by Scott with alarming and hungry strength. Derek knew that being the true Alpha gave him a slight edge in power, but this was something more primal. Derek is so caught off guard that he doesn't try to get out at first, which is a big mistake. Because before too long, he is staring down into Scott's mouth and squished inside!

The hungry Wolf tastes all over Derek's face and determines that he was exactly what he was looking for. He tugs Derek and more towards the back of his mouth. Derek's stubble, hair, and face are all slathered with Scott's saliva before he gets gulped down. Scott steadily took in Derek's neck and shoulders. Those rounded shoulders should have been an issue, but Scott's status makes short work of those boulders. Scott pushes them on down as it creates a bulge in his neck.

It was then that Derek started to struggle and tried to use his beefy biceps to break free. However, Scott still had them clamped to Derek's side. All the while Scott nibbled on Derek's hefty chest. The wolf drooled all over it as he was shoved inside, no differently than the many Thanksgiving staples Scott had eaten tonight. Before too long, those arms had also been stuffed down alongside Derek's abs. Scott's throat continues to bulge as he devours more of the studly wolf. Those lips of his, clothes around Derek's hands as Scott completely consumes the entirety of Derek's upper half.

Derek's journey is hot and slimy. The Wolf passes by that excitable heartbeat on his way down. Derek was only able to grumble and kick his legs, realizing it was utterly hopeless. Soon, he passes through the ring into Scott's belly. Although his head was first, the rest of his body would soon follow. Especially as Scott chomps and tastes over Derek's ass. Happily drawing out all of the flavors that he can as Derek kicks his legs feebly. The wolf only gets a temporary relief when Scott swallows his massive buttocks. Only to realize that more of him was joining Scott's belly.

Gulp after gulp sends more of Derek down. Scott's Brown sweater is completely exposed, showing Scott's tanned belly. It rapidly fills Derek's belly to a grateful state. Derek squishes up against turkey, mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese, Ham, green beans, corn, etc. Becoming the latest dish to be served to Scott. All while his legs are slurped up and dropped within. No longer needing to use his hands, Scott runs his hands over that full belly. It was getting hot with Derek being dropped inside, but it felt nice against the cool air. Scott takes in those long, muscular legs, thighs, and calves, until nothing but Derek's shoes remain.

The true Alpha takes a moment to remove Derek's sneakers and leave him, just with his socks. They clatter to the ground and leave Derek's socked feet wiggling. The true Alpha takes a moment just to rub over Derek's squirming gut of Derek. It felt so good to stuff himself like this. Mason and Corey's cooking was good, but having a belly filled with live wolf meat was nothing compared to that. Felt like Derek was meant to fill his belly and make it heavy and round. Scott took a couple of moments longer to appreciate it, then pushed those feet in and tipped his head back. Derek's legs went down Scott's throat and joined Derek at the bottom.

There is a visible bounce as Scott's belly sags and attempts to become round with its delicious new content. Scott is no longer a hungry Wolf, but a fat and satisfied one. He runs his hands all over the massive bulge as Scott blows out of his mouth. Now he was genuinely feeling the aftereffects of Thanksgiving. The happy wolf plays with his belly button and can feel Derek squirming from the other side. Scott chuckles as he holds his belly from the underside.

“To answer your question, the reason I came out here was to eat you! You are my dessert, Derek! Better than any pumpkin pie that's for sure!” Scott gloated. He didn't want to be mean to Derek, but it was true. He tasted better than any pumpkin pie ever could. Derek seemed to disagree with that idea as he began to struggle quite a bit. Scott watched as his belly bounced and grumbled. It went on for quite some time before Scott slaps the side of it, before inevitably letting up a huge belch.

BWAAAAAOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPP!

“Whew…” Scott listened as he had apparently set off the car alarms. He threw back his head with laughter as he rubbed over the top of his belly gently. He could tell that Derek was still struggling within, but the burp had tightened up the belly. His outline could be seen as Scott stretched his arms above his head, taking that immense sphere with him. With the aftereffects of the burp, the heaviness of Derek and all the other food, Scott felt a little queasy. Scott let out a big yawn before turning to walk back into the house. His belly filled with Derek, who entered before he did.

The festivities were moved to the living room, and Scott didn't want to disturb. So instead, he turns down the hall and heads towards one of the bedrooms. His Derek filled gut bounces with every step. Scott opens the door to one of them and then falls into the bed, starfish style. His massive belly wiggles and moves on top of them, but there was nothing Derek could do. He was a prisoner, a passenger, Scott's little pumpkin pie. And his belly reminded him of that by squeezing him as Scott placed one hand possessively on the top. The top of the dome is slapped happily. The True Alpha burps to the side and chuckles.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Derek.” Scott said as he drifted off to sleep. Derek grumbled as he was forced to curl up inside that snoozing wolf. Scott's hand never left the top of his belly as Derek could feel it. As if it alone kept Derek from breaking free. In the end, Derek would end up passing out before Scott's belly digests him. When morning came the next day, Scott would find his belly to be nice and round, while the rest of him was a bit more husky. Scott stretched, scratched the underside of his belly, and would have no idea that a little tattoo of Derek was plastered underneath. A reminder to Scott of where Derek was and an advertisement to others that Scott had claimed Derek Hale as nothing more than belly fat.

So definitely out of the two of them I would definitely say that Wesker is more of the pred for sure. However I think both of them have the capacity for being hungry and voracious.

Chris likes to gobble up underperforming recruits. If they aren't going to be put to the ultimate test, then they are going to help fuel him for the battle against bio weapons

Chris might even devour BOWs if it means getting the job done. His digestion is powerful enough to neutralize any virus that gets in his way. So they better not push it or he will drop the gun and just start eating.

Despite the fact that Chris is a pred, he'll still need to watch out for Wesker and even Barry. Wesker will prove that he is a hungry bastard to deal with. And Barry likes to tease Chris whenever he's inside of his belly.

Wesker doesn't believe in loose ends. So taking care of agents that have knowledge of sensitive information is a common go-to. In that regard, Chris and Wesker are the same.

Wesker enjoys the thrill of the chase. If he can hunt down somebody and make them exhaust every resource, it'll make the meal that much sweeter. Happily drumming over his belly with his fingers as his prey did every last thing they could to escape.

Wesker normally doesn't have to worry about Chris being someone who can eat him. But at the same time, a bolder punching madman is nothing to scoff at. If he's not careful, he may end up in a STARS belly.

Scott wiped the sweat from his brow. Derek and him have been putting in solid work for over an hour and a half the two of them trading blows. They both had promised not to hold anything back. With all of the different Supernatural threats that ran around Beacon Hills, they had to be prepared. Thankfully Derek proved to be a valuable sparring partner. And from the looks of things, Derek had put in just as much work. His sweaty hairy pectorals are clearly visible through his tank top.

“You good Scott, want to call it here?”

“Yeah I do, I think we put in some decent work. You definitely have some of the hardest punches I've ever taken.” Scott chuckles as he picks up a water bottle and throws it to Derek.

“Well then you have never been punched by you, I was trying to avoid some of your punches to mitigate the damage.” Derek compliments. Then Derek's stomach growls and a small smile crosses over his face.

“We have been putting in some work, maybe we should order a pizza or something?” Derek made a basic suggestion, it was small but it would do for the two of them. Or that's what he thought.

Scott walked forward just as his belly began to growl for food as well.” You know Derek, I think I have something better in mind. Something that is really going to fill me up.”

“Oh yeah, what's that?” Derek was a little confused by the smile on Scott's face. For someone so hungry he couldn't understand what it was that Scott wanted to eat.

“You.” Scott smiles. Derek is suddenly gripped in a startling strength. He is lifted off the ground and pulled towards the smaller werewolf. Scott opens his mouth wide and Derek can see that pink uvula waving at him.

“Scott wait-” Derek's shouts are cut off as Scott begins his post sparring feast of Derek.

For Derek it is hell the entire way down. His hair is covered in a thick matting of Scott's saliva. His eyes shut as he is pushed down Scott's throat. His neck and shoulders are crammed in. Derek thought that he might be a little too wide for Scott to eat, but that actually might have excited the smaller werewolf even more. Turning Derek from hunky wolf to beefy Burger. Speaking of beef, Scott thoroughly tastes Derek's pectorals. They were two sweaty steaks going down. After that Derek's abs and crotch are quickly devoured. Scott wanted to get at that gorgeous booty that was currently confined to Derek's shorts. He chews on them before tipping his head back. Derek feels the way that his legs are slurped up like noodles. Soon his feet are waving goodbye to the training room and saying hello to Scott's oppressive belly…

Scott was in pure bliss. He was meaning to devour Derek sometime soon, it seemed like today was that day. The werewolf feels Derek's large feet at the back of his throat. With a quick tip of his head, he polishes off the last of his meal. They pass down Scott's neck, behind his pectorals, and into his bulging belly. It was quite obscene now with Derek completely trapped within it. Scott sighs as he rubs over Derek's squirming form. The fact that Derek hated what was going on made it even better. Scott chuckles as he stretches his arms above his head, taking his belly with it.

“There we go, now I'm full. You really did hit the spot Derek, you were delicious. A real treat.” Scott couldn't help but he is Derek now that he was in his belly. The werewolf gives the top of it a couple of chiding slaps. Derek was saying something, but Scott didn't really care to make it out. The werewolf leaves the training room his heavy belly swaying with each step. Scott wondered if being trapped inside of a smaller wolf's belly was a source of shame for Derek. If so it greatly pleased Scott. The werewolf looked down at Derek's form and smacked his lips.

“You're all mine Derek, all that muscle, belongs to me now. You better get used to it, cuz I don't think I'm letting you out anytime soon.” Scott chuckles just as he feels something building in his chest. He pounds on it with a closed fist and suddenly unleashes a powerful belch. It shakes the house and squeezes Scott's werewolf meal. Derek's clothing, covered in saliva and belly slime, splat on the floor in front of him. So now Derek was not only food, but he was naked. Perfect.

There are two that are currently bouncing around in my head. One is obvious and one will be obvious once a certain post is posted.

The first is Peter Hale. He is just the Apex predator of Beacon Hills. Scott, Derek, Stiles, The Twins, Liam, Mason, Corey, etc are all courses of a meal to him. Even Jordan could end up as a snack for him. As far as my favorite type it is oral, but Peter is a pretty versatile and conniving guy. I wouldn't be surprised if a couple of times he stuffed a couple of werewolves or hunters down his cock should the need arise. He's just... Perfect.

The second is John Walker from Marvel. I think there is a simple formula to being Captain America and that is just being hot. Steve, John, and Sam are all just absolute studs. Although I prefer John as U.S Agent. While his loser motif intrigues me greatly, I do love a cocky know-it-all kind of bastard who can eat anyone he can get his mouth and hands on. He just has that loser pizzazz. John also would mainly be oral as well, but pectoral could serve him well too. The idea of a couple of bad guys or even an ally or two squirming inside of his pectorals constricted by the suit is just too good.

I think there are multiple ways to answer this question and I'll do my best to give you my honest thoughts.

I don't think everybody in the family is a pred. Partly because I think a non Hale werewolf eating a Hale would be a big achievement Worthy of some big burps and teasing of the most elite werewolf family. But Derek, Peter, and Papa Hale are some of the biggest preds for sure. And devouring Supernatural threats is just a part of the game for them. So whether it is some rare creature trying to cause havoc or a hot shot Hunter, likely their end is going to be inside of a werewolf gut.

As far as traditions or cookouts go, I would say yes. I imagine there is a big game that involves the last Hale wolf standing. Or rather the last one outside of a belly victorious while the others squirm inside. I think Derek has won it at least once. But most of the time the victor is either Papa Hale or Peter. And those two with bellies is... So hot. A cookout would also be interesting. I think they would eat until their hearts content. Having a nice little pot bellies of food or each other as they enjoy themselves and the day.

Though, it starts to make me think about something. 😈😏

Lysandre, the Team Flare's Boss and Team Flare.

I was wondering if the Flare Team would be like Team Aqua?

Would Lysandre love to vore Professor Sycamore so much?

What do you think about this? Can you describe your answer in great detail, please? 🥹

I can certainly do my best!

Lysandre's obsession with beauty and youth is probably why he often goes through great lengths to devour pesky trainers or do gooders who try to get in his way. But because of public appearances being so important, most of this dirty work is done in the shadows. So while in Lumoise City, if you are ever approached by a red-haired stranger, my advice is to run. Otherwise you'll be stewing in his belly and adding to his lion inspired burp fuel.

Team Flare itself doesn't add much to my vorish ideas. But there is one exception:

So I have another three questions for you.

1.) Who are your favorite characters/crushes from Marvel?

2.) Who do you think are pred and prey in Marvel?

3.) If you could, who do you want to see get vore the most from Marvel and why?

I can't wait to read your answers! Also, I want to let you know that I keep thinking about asking you some more questions about Teen Wolf (Mainly), Twilight, Marvel, D.C. and maybe Pokemon too. I hope you are okay with that.

-LW

Sorry for taking so long to get to these, but I'm glad I actually waited, because my feelings have changed since this has been in my inbox.

My current favorites are John Walker(U.S Agent from FAWS & The Thunder Bolts), Sam (Captain America), Joaquin Torres, and Bucky!

So I definitely think that John and Bucky would make great preds. Sam and walking would be so cute as prey. A couple of rapid fire ones are Thor, Punisher, Star-Lord, and Namor preds. Steve, Tony, Hulk, and Black Panther would be excellent prey.

I think my current hyper fixation is on John Walker because I just think that he deserves to not only have a big belly, but also to brag about it.

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I might have a few thoughts on this!

So Raihan loves to kind of show off how effortless it is to eat people and makes it into challenges. Like I can see him tying up all sorts of different trainer types like Thugs, Swimmers, Runners, etc. He would like to see how many gulps it would take to devour them.

Aside from some no names I'm pretty sure that Leon would be at the top of that list. But I want to be surprised if he visited a couple other reasons to eat Marlon, Surge, or Chuck on stream.

I would have to really be in the mood to write a story. But it would be hilarious if the two of them went into that sexual encounter wanting to eat the other. Only for one to walk out with a full belly and as the undisputed alpha.

I've definitely got some thoughts on my favorite Pokemon evil team leader! It also helps that I generally love water types in general. So this is what I'm thinking.

Archie loves to devour his arch rival Maxie whenever he can. He finds the rivalry one sided anyway. Best thing he can do is just a swallow that nerd up and make him regret getting out of bed! This of course is combined with lots of teasing. Complete with Archie burping up those Mega Glasses.

Archie's style of leadership encourages freedom an individual growth as a grunt. So he encourages his grunts to not only devour all of team magma, but each other as well. One of them could even try to devour him if they are so bold. The likely scenario is that he would have a belly full of a larger than average team aqua grunt. But the off chance could be a change in leadership in Team Aqua.

Speaking of leadership is best buddy, Matt is either his go-to partner for devouring Team Magma or anyone else who stands in his way. Or Archie's premium premium protein-filled snack that can't be beat! All of that beef, muscle, size, it's hard to pass up. So of course he's going to indulge Matt agrees or not.

I could totally see a story where Derek either intentionally or accidentally (because of werewolf shenanigans) eats Scott. Stiles would try to find a thousand and one ways to get Derek to cough up his best buddy. And Derek I think would act a little clueless about what to do. All in an effort to get Stiles to pay closer attention to his belly. And if you're into reformation, I wouldn't be surprised if their "accidentally" swallowed Scott in an effort to gain Stiles' attention.