#implied digestion

'Bro you can't just devour me mid-stream dude, let me out!'

(ID: assafosbear)

Ted leaned his head back and sighed, a blissful expression sitting on his face. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout his body, and he savored the sensations as they came.

His eyes cast downward as a gurgle emanated from his midsection. His gut, engorged, groaned quietly. He scratched his chest idly for a moment, then brought his hands lower.

The belly was a mountain, to say the least; It must have measured at least 70 inches around, if not more. It sat heavy in his lap, keeping Ted from doing anything but enjoying his current size. Bulges poked out in a couple spots, stretching the hairy skin in odd ways. Ted laid his hands over the bumps, massaging them inward.

A shift from inside caught his attention--his earlier meal was clearly still alive. He gave his gut a light pat, and a smile tugged on his lips.

This was Ted's favorite part of his meal; The excitement from eating was over, but digestion hadn't really started yet. Both predator and prey had a moment to relax together, and connect. Become one, before literally becoming one. Cuddling, to the max.

Sometimes Ted would go about his day like regular, but with a man inside him. He'd do a little work, watch TV, maybe even work out. The casualness of it all was a huge turn-on for him, especially out in public.

If he had a more talkative meal, he'd chat with them for a while. He was always interested to hear the stories of the men who decided to become his lunch. He considered it like seeing them off before they became part of him.

Usually, though, he'd just lay down like this. Lay back, shut his eyes, and enjoy gluttony. He and his meal had both gotten off already, and so they'd just enjoy each others' company. No words needed. At some point, he'd feel the weight inside him get a bit heavier, and he knew that the life inside him was gone, reduced to meat.

Soon, like clockwork, he'd gurgle this guy away, just like all the rest. He'd be empty once again, and all he'd have is hunger.

But for now, he hadn't. And he'd enjoy this while it lasted.

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.