āYour stomach is the best place on earth!ā I had gasped it with my last real breath before the sphincter closed above me, sealing me inside that hot, churning chamber of yours. Twenty minutes later you no longer feel distinct struggling; just the slow, rolling kneads of your own muscles working me over. Iāve softened, surrendered, become something smoother and simpler. Now Iām caressing your stomach walls from the inside in the form of thick, warm chyme, sliding and coating every fold, every crease, every sensitive ridge with what used to be me. You rest a hand over the soft swell, feeling the lazy churn that says Iām still here⦠just better this way
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The pred's lying back in bed, having sunk deep into the mattress, pillows and blankets that surround them. The only thing peeking out past the mountain of pillows is their engorged stomach... a massive dome of flesh which is so heavy...
Meaty gurgles and glorps sound as the pred's stomach occasionally wiggles and juts out abruptly. Whatever is in there isn't happy about their predicament. By now, though, they've been in there for hours, and they're exhausted, on the verge of succumbing to the pred's stomach. The pred isn't even trying to stimulate digestion any further; they're just idly running their hands up and down their overstuffed belly, too completely blissed out to do anything else.
The only things the pred can think about is their prey. So heavy in their core... but it feels so good to feel their prey go from a creature, squirming and thrashing against their wrinkly stomach walls, to a submissive ball of meat, with no choice but to sit heavily in the pred's gut as they take their time digesting the prey slowly...
Prey that's been in my stomach for a while now, barely holding on until I roll over in my sleep and everything moving around them causes them smear and mix into the rest of my dinner
Ooophā urpā- listen, little one, I know you donāt know whatās going on. Itās obvious you donāt speak common. Just ā- mmmphhhā I really need you to stop fighting so hard. It hurts and itās hard to breathe when youāre pushing on my diaphragm like that.Ā
I know youāre scared and it burns, but we have to get through this desert and youāre the first prey Iāve seen in a week. I promise Iāll reform you once I reach the next city. I just need some calories to get me there.Ā
Ughā pleaseā please stop squirming. I canāt let you out. Itās far too late by now. My stomach is too powerful and itās been empty for days. Youāre already halfway there. Shhhh, just a little longer and youāll go to sleep for a bit. I promise to give you coin to get back to wherever you were traveling to. Shhhhhā
Just rest. I can feel you losing strength. My stomach is really kicking into overdrive now. Itāll be quick. Not sure if youāve got much space above the surface⦠fuck, youāre such a filling meal. Cāmon, just relax and let me do the work. Youāll be the fuel and Iāll be the caravan. Yours is the easy partā
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The fastest way to a manās heart is, in fact, through his stomach⦠And then his intestines⦠and his bloodstream⦠and then hooray! Youāve made it to his heart forever š
A naga swallows a larger-than-average prey item. It wasnāt a challenge to get down, truly. Even as it squirmed and squealed and begged to be let go.
The biggest problem? It was very large, indeed. So much so, that the Nagaās first stomach can barely contain the prey. The stress on the predās lungs from the delicious struggles were more than they were willing to put up with. And so they were forced to push their prey into her second stomach before the pred was truly ready.
Thankfully, the bulge in the Nagaās tail is similarly satisfying as the pred lays over their meal. The acids in the tail are much stronger, and the stomach muscles tighter than her human one, so the churning and squeezing were reduced to ripples that kneaded and pushed the meat so very slowly. Deeper and deeper into her digestive system.
āI wish I could have enjoyed your begging a bit longer, but my tail takes what it wants. And judging by the way itās gripping you, it wants to digest you. To keep you, and take every single useful part of you. Donāt worry, Iāll use everything, even your bones,ā the Naga assured her slowly-succumbing prey as she massaged her tail with her hands.
Look, I'm sorry my girlfriend ate yours, but are you really surprised? Molly was just so tiny! I mean, you've seen Kendra's big belly. She could probably have fit two Mollys in there! I told you it wasn't a good idea to leave them alone together all day, and you didn't listen!
Give her back? Ummm, I don't know how to tell you this, but Kendra is kind of lying on the couch and digesting her right now. I can still see her squirming in there, but I don't think Kendra is going to let her go. She's been digesting Molly since lunchtime. Sorry bro, you're just gonna have to find a new girlfriend. Your old one is looking a lot like my girl's lunch right now!
K.ass is one of my faaaavorite characters, so naturally I had to include him with a prompt like this one. Trying to keep these quick and easy, but this was a fun one to do! Also this is an anthro!Wolf L.ink because I like that design more so that's what I felt like using.
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āHm? Did I hear that right?ā K.ass asks, tilting his head slightly. āYou want me to help fly you to that tower up there?ā He looks over his shoulder and up into the air. Behind him is a small mountain range, and near the peak is a tall tower. They had popped up all over the kingdom recently. They were fascinating things, even if K.ass had no idea how to use them. But his friend seemed to.
L.ink nods with a smile when K.ass looks back at him. The H.ylian wolf wasnāt one for words, seemingly only speaking when necessary. Admittedly, the mountainside does seem treacherous to scale with no clear path or easy way up. And L.ink did seem rather exhausted...
K.ass smiles and plays a couple of notes on his accordion. āWell, Iād be happy to help a friend! Ah, although, I wonāt be able to carry you on my back. Thatās where I keep my instrument so my wings are free.ā
L.ink tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused. If K.ass wonāt be able to let him ride on his back, how is he going to help L.ink fly up there?
A low growl makes L.inkās ears perk up. He looks around for a moment before his gaze settles on the source--K.assās stomach. The R.ito smiles sheepishly and pats his stomach a couple of times. āApologies, I havenāt had lunch just yet. But that will make it less troublesome for you since my stomach is empty. If you would still like my assistance, of course!ā
It dawns on L.ink what K.ass is intending, his eyes widening a bit. K.ass is going to carry him in his stomach..? That seems...dangerous. L.ink only recently got out of a tough battle with nothing to heal himself with, though. And he only got into that mess because he saw the tower from a distance and wanted to activate it. Thatās the only reason he asked for help--he didnāt want to have to leave and make it all for nothing after getting so close.
Besides, L.ink did trust K.ass. The minstrel has been nothing but kind to him and is almost always a nice reprieve from his travels and the dangers that come with them. Heās even lent a hand--er, wing--a few times when it comes to uncovering a mystery. He has no reason to assume K.ass has ill intentions.
So, after a few moments of thinking it over, L.ink smiles again and gives an affirmative nod to K.ass.
K.ass smiles in return, another soft grumble coming from his stomach. āWonderful! I have to admit, Iāve been curious about the flavor of H.ylian wolf.ā He steps closer, still smiling warmly. āLetās do this quickly then. I donāt want to leave you in there for too long...ā K.ass gently pins down L.inkās arms with his large wings and his beak yawns open wide in front of him.
HOMPH! GLLLRK! ULLLLNK! GLLLRP! SHLLLLLLRP!
K.ass worked fast to get L.ink down the hatch. He engulfed the H.ylian wolfās head and shoulders all at once, only sparing a few tasting slurps over L.inkās face before he began to take heavy, wet gulps. L.ink was quickly lifted off the ground, his chest and then stomach sliding past K.assās beak, followed by K.ass tossing his head back with another gulp and then slurping down L.inkās legs. It was a very quick and well-practiced process, as if it were something K.ass had done hundreds of times before.
Thereās a soft slosh as K.assās belly rapidly bloats out, now sagging down with the shape of a person curled up inside. He sighs contently, lightly cupping his stomach with one wing and offering it a few gentle pats. āThere we go...UUUWWWWWRRRRRRPPPP!!!ā A sudden belch catches him by surprise, making him blush bright. āGoddess above, excuse me! I suppose I did eat fast...ā
L.ink shifts and squirms slightly in K.assās stomach, trying to get into a slightly more comfortable position. The organ gurgles and groans around him, lightly squeezing over his form. K.ass really is hungry. It feels like his stomach is already trying to work on L.ink. He hopes the slime around him isnāt too acidic...
By the time L.ink has settled, K.ass has his accordion packed up on his back. He unfurls his wings, takes a running start, leaps off the ground, and begins flapping. It takes a bit more effort than usual with the extra weight hanging off his frame, but itās nothing K.ass isnāt used to. Soon heās in the air and rising higher.
L.ink grunts as he feels himself being jostled around slightly. The stomach turns, making him a bit dizzy, and he has to squirm around to right himself. He can hear a muffled belch come from K.ass, the stomach walls squeezing over him when it happens. āDonāt kick around in there too much,ā K.ass warns, his voice rumbling from somewhere above L.ink. āWe donāt want my stomach to mistake you for food!ā Thatās enough to make L.ink settle down, even if the slight turbulence makes him a little uncomfortable.
Most of the flight up is uneventful. The mountain is only a problem for those who have to climb it, which K.ass easily bypasses. The R.ito thinks about what heās going to do for lunch when he lets L.ink out again. Heād already been hungry, and coughing up a live meal will only make his stomach whine more. Not to mention the effort heās exerting doing this. Maybe heāll find some wandering travelers somewhere to have a proper meal. Heās certainly got the taste for something lively, at least...
A low rumble echoes around L.ink as K.ass thinks about his lunch plans and it makes the H.ylian wolf wince slightly. The stomach sloshes as it swings back and forth in the air, making it hard for L.ink to stay still. It feels like itās getting hotter by the second, too, and slimier on top of that. An uncomfortable tingling sensation is spreading over most of his body. Heād probably be able to handle this better if he werenāt so exhausted, or maybe if K.ass werenāt so hungry. Just as L.ink was hoping that theyād reach the tower soon, K.assās gut suddenly sloshes hard to the side, tossing him around with it.
K.ass squawks loudly as he just barely avoids several arrows. The mountain wasnāt the only thing to worry about after all. A band of monsters have made their camp at the base of it, and when they saw K.ass fly up, one of them blew the horn and got their attention. Now archers are firing at him, trying to shoot him from the skies.
Seeing as how he isnāt much of a fighter, K.assās instinct was to avoid the combat entirely and try to get to the top of the tower. But heās also large and bulky and is being weighed down by an entire extra person hanging from his frame. So nimbly dodging the arrows arenāt an option, either, and thereās enough archers that itās hard to find an opening to simply fly away. So K.ass has to focus more on awkwardly flapping back and forth to avoid being struck.
This is a problem for L.ink. He yelps as heās tossed around in K.assās gut, sloshing and slipping wildly. The H.ylian wolf begins to thrash around, trying to get himself upright again. It just makes K.assās guts slosh around more, bouncing and bulging erratically with L.inkās wild movements. Itās only making movement harder for K.ass as well as making his guts gurgle more actively. K.assās stomach squeezes down hard on instinct, getting a loud yelp out of L.ink followed by a pop and a crunch.
āNnf...BWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!ā
A heavy, bubbling belch rumbles out of K.ass. Wolf fur puffs out of his beak with it, and a slimy boot goes flying free. It smacks one of the B.okoblin in the face, making it snort and tumble off the tower it was standing on. All of the other B.okoblin stop firing to squeal with laughter. K.ass quickly takes the distraction, flapping his wings harder and soaring above the camp to get to the top of the tower. His stomach bounces up and down with wet sloshes, getting smaller burps out of K.ass between his panting.
Once K.ass reaches the top of the tower, he quickly lands with a slight stumble. He doesnāt try to stay on his feet anyway, taking the chance to sit down with a deep sigh. He leans back on his hands, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. āGoddess...that was a bit too much excitement for me. Ah, but Iām sure youāre quite used to it, hm?ā K.ass laughs breathlessly, gently patting his stomach. He pauses once he feels it. ā...ah?ā
K.ass looks down at his stomach, his wing still resting on it. Itās...smaller than before, now just a round bulge rather than the bulging shape of a person. His groans softly, still chugging some wolf slurry along. Soaking in all of the acids on the flight up had softened L.ink up just a bit. It would have been fine normally...but L.ink had already been rather weak, and K.assās gut clamping down on him when he began struggling had been too much for him to handle. Heād been broken down into slurry, which K.assās guts greedily slurped up on his way to the top of the tower.
A bright blush blooms across K.assās face as he realizes what his stomach has done. āOh dear...perhaps I underestimated how hungry I was...ā K.assās stomach groans softly and he pats it gently with an awkward smile. āWell...at least I got you to the top of the tower, right? Though, I suppose weāll have to part ways now...ā
If there was any benefit to mulching down his friend, K.assās exhaustion quickly wore off from the burst of energy absorbing all of that wolf slurry gave him. He was able to get back to his feet and squat down. He hikes up his tail feathers, an ominous rumble coming from his stomach.
FFFFBBBBBRRRrrrrrtttt!
K.ass blushes again as a wet fart trumpets out of him. He mumbles softly to himself, then squeezes his eyes shut and pushes. A thick mess begins to splatter onto the floor under him as L.ink is voided from his bowels. Thick, dense turds wetly thump to the ground, most of L.inkās bones and clothing having been baked into them. White sludge helps them surge out of K.ass steadily, which splats to the ground and further makes a mess of things.
āMmf...sorry...about this...ā K.ass murmurs as he feels more crap splatter out of him. āIāll try to...avoid the unbecoming details...in the next song I write...ā K.ass grunts and pushes, feeling something bulky and round squelch free. He sighs happily once it's out, the last deluges of crap slopping to the ground under him. He gives the heap a glance as he stands up again, a wing placed over his nose.
The knee-high pile of R.ito waste ruins about a fourth of the top of the tower. The pile itself is relatively condensed, black logs stacked on top of each other with various indigestibles sticking out. A skull sits at the top, the crap baked into it rather than around it. The real mess comes from the white slop that covers the pile and has splattered around in a mess. K.ass takes a couple of steps away, careful not to accidentally step in it. He canāt mourn it for long as his belly growls, telling him that one measly adventurer wasnāt enough food.
ā...well, I doubt this will be found any time soon at least,ā K.ass muses to himself. He steps to the edge of the tower, frowning to himself as he looks at the B.okoblin camp down below. Awful little things, those monsters. K.ass would probably have a couple of them for dessert if there werenāt so many. Oh well...heāll just have to find something else to eat. A shame that L.ink wasnāt enough to sate his appetite but traveling keeps him rather hungry!
Spreading his wings, K.ass takes off again, leaving the tower and the slimy remains of a hero behind without looking back. His mind was already set on his next meal. Maybe heāll see if there are any other tired travelers looking for a ride somewhere up high and out of sight...
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Continued thing from my last post because I cant get it off my mind now
The skull being in the lower part of the preds gut, lodged in their large intestine. The prey getting handsy with their belly helped move things along but freaked out the prey. Theyāre sweating and nervous, their eyes frantically darting to the skull thats just sitting in the preds lower stomachā¦
Preys not so forward now that they realized what theyāve gotten themselves intoā¦
I know I've posted about this before but god I also love bondage when it's applied to vore. Binding some cute prey up in leather gear, forcing them into their knees, and tasting at them, savoring their flavor, complimenting their cute struggles...
And then, finally, squeezing them into your throat, swallowing quickly and greedily. An excess amount of saliva makes the trip easier, but even so, it's a tight squeeze for them... And finally, they're forced to curl up in your tight, hot gut.
Being restrained, they can hardly squirm or struggle. Your stomach shifts slightly as the prey wiggles, but a cacophony of wet gurgles and groans tell you (and the prey) that really, they don't have much time. There's muffled protests from within, but you can't decipher what the prey is saying as they jerk their body around violently.
Of course, the prey loses the battle - of course they would, why wouldn't they? Your stomach has rounded out and shrank a little, and the weight of the prey has started shifting downwards - they're being pumped into your intestines to be absorbed by your body.
Your stomach makes a sickly burple, and then, you hiccup - and out comes the bondage gear you'd forced your prey to wear, completely unharmed and drenched in acid and mush.
Peristalsis is inevitable, no matter how much a pred wants to prevent it. The sludge that was once prey is now pumping through their guts, draining through their body... but that doesn't stop the pred from daydreaming about their prey, even when they're now long gone.
Their struggles, their screaming, crying, protesting... it all felt so good. Sure, post-digestion feels great, too. They're nourishing the pred's body. But... god, who doesn't love an active, squirming prey?
It's one of the best parts, in the pred's opinion. They'll have to hunt down another pretty morsel soon... but right now, they're still too full, and their stomach is still heavy and round from the digesting sludge inside them.
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Preds who pay attention to the way weight shifts in their belly as their prey moves through their guts. The first couple of hours their squirming prey sits high, putting pressure beneath their chest that makes it almost hard to breathe. Eventually the squirming stops and the weight becomes more malleable, sagging down and putting pressure on their lower stomach. Best of all is the slow transfer of their lovely liquidized prey as their stomach slowly pumps their intestines full, the bulk traveling lower and lower with seemingly endless gurgles <3