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"You're going to feel so good draining into my intestines" šµāš«
"I'm going to feel you go soft in my belly" š«
"Can't wait until you're pumping through my guts" š„µ
"You're going to be so useful as calories" š³
"I'll be sure to collect your skull when I'm done with you" š„“
"Melt for me baby" š¤¤
"Don't worry, my gut knows what to do with food" šµ
"I'll see you tomorrow morning" šÆ
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i love chase hunter from echo as a pred so much!! perfect casual pred i would die if you wrote about him
You know I havenāt thought about him much as a pred but your brain is really big here.
Following up on the last bullying ask- maybe with Ghostface or Deadpool or Spidey? Or Batman, even?
I'll do the superheroes on this one now that we got the G.hostface half done.
"Oh, was that your boyfriend?" D.eadpool asks casually. He was busy churning down a hit he took up on a whim--mostly because it was lunchtime--when someone came into the apartment he had broken into. "Sorry about that, but someone paid big bucks to reduce him to gut slush." The assassin shakes his hips back and forth, making his round gut slosh heavily back and forth with all the once-human-slop boiling away inside. "And I was just dying for some lunch--and, well, he's just dying now. Wanna cop a feel?" The stranger tried to leave but D.eadpool was faster, pinning him up against the wall by the door. His gut squelched wetly as it pressed against the man's torso, a thick belch laden with the scent of digested meat hitting the guy dead in the face. "Woof, he smelled a bit better before we went down, gotta say. But he's going to smell even worse on the way out--totally unrelated, but you don't live here, right? You're not going to want to go into the bathroom once I'm done with it. Trust me." His gut grumbles wetly and D.eadpool tilts his head a bit. "...y'know, maybe you wanna see it in real-time? I was told no witnesses...and I'm still craving some lunch." With some wet gulps and slurps, punctuated by a deadly belch, another life was lost in the apartment. And the anti-hero makes sure to lock the door this time while he enjoys it.
S.pider-Man is definitely starting to think a lot of his fans are real freaks. Sure, he gets it, he's a superhero with a pretty large social media presence who may or may not show off the occasional meal he has and is pretty much permanently stuck with a pot belly no matter how much he tries to work it off. He gets it! But some of them are definitely starting to treat him like a fun little show and not, well, a superhero! Like what he's dealing with right now--he just saved someone from getting beat up by some gang of thugs and, given that he's been swinging around all day, the spider-themed hero decided to indulge and scarf them down after subduing them. And now the victim he saved has the stretched gut pressed against him on request. A heavy belch rumbles out of the hero as he feels a hand rub and push over the bulges in his gut, the stretched spandex helping to show them off nicely. "You know, I appreciate the love, but don't you think this is a bit much?" the hero asks with a sigh. "I mean, these guys are dying--melting alive in there. It's pretty awful. They're going to be turned into shit soon--isn't that gross?" Those words seemed to only freak out his meals even more, their desperate cries getting louder as they push and shove around. But all of it only seemed to make the civilian even happier. S.pider-Man lets out another sigh, soon followed by a large belch that shakes the ground under him. "Guh...fine, whatever. I can't really swing around with these guys weighing me down anyway...I really gotta stop indulging you guys though. Think about my figure..."
B.atman grunts and slurps hard, sucking up the arm sticking out of his jaws. A final, hard swallow sends the last of the guy down the hatch, punctuated with a harsh belch as his gut stretches out further with another man dropping inside. "Rrrf..." This was too much for him. There's still one goon left, pinned to a chair under the vigilante's stuffed guts. But...he's definitely too full to eat now. He can't believe he's been convinced to even start doing this--it's such a waste of time. Another rumbling belch comes from the man as his guts groan deeply. It's embarrassing as hell, too. He can feel the guy under his gut trying to push off of him and it's only making him belch more to have the squirming and the hands shoving against him. "Quit moving down there, would you? I just need to make some room for you." Another hard shove works out a slimy belch. He thinks someone in his gut is starting to really fall apart in there. "Once I start dumping these guys out, I send you down and head out. Just be patient." He wants to say he won't do this again, as he feels the guy under his gut yell and shove around, but...some part of him wants to do this a lot more. The man licks his lips subtly. Yeah...it's alright to indulge every so often.
Can we get more belly smothering/bullying with disposal teases?
I'll do a G.hostface story for this one, based on your follow-up ask!
any prompts for maybe a sweet/gentle pred accidentally digesting someone?
Oh those are always so good, I adore "very nice, accidentally deadly" guys.
Everyone at the frat loved their president. He was an incredibly nice guy that hung out with everyone and made them feel welcome. He was the total opposite of the douchey stereotype movies portrayed. There was just...one slight issue with him. He was a very forgetful drunk. He threw great parties at the frat and they were pretty popular for it, but he also tends to drink too much , and it makes him do things he normally wouldnāt do. People always go missing during these kind of parties. He just ends up eating a few guys for shits and giggles or as some kind of punishment or because they lost a game again him. Usually, if heās not drunk, he can be reminded to let the guy out and things are fine. But if heās knocked back too many beers, heāll forget he swallowed someone the moment heās done it. And come morning, theyāre nothing more than sludge in his guts and he canāt remember what he did. No one really knows how to tell him to cute back on the beer or that heās the reason they keep losing frat members. Itās not like itās his fault and heād definitely feel horrible if he learned he snacked on party goers every time. So the rest of the frat just keeps it quite and tries to keep people away from him when these situations happen. Of course, itās never perfect, but thatās what morning headcounts are for. Gotta figure out who survived the night and who joined the beer in the presidentās gut.
There were so many times where A has gone through boyfriends. He never does it on purpose and he always feels bad when it happens, really! But it just seems to keep happening over and over again. Sometimes he swallowed them down, promising to let them out--which he would have, of course! But a full belly with live meat just makes him drowsy and sometimes he just falls asleep a lot longer than he meant to. By the time he wakes up, his stomach is in some stage of digestion and heās down a boyfriend. Sometimes it doesnāt even happen when heās awake! He canāt even think about the times he went to be with his boyfriend and woke up with a soft, gurgling gut full of melted meat. Heās learned to eat well before bed but sometimes he forgets or the sex works up an appetite. Itās not like he meant to do it! The worst is when his family comes over that he still isnāt out to and he has to hide his boyfriend. He does his best to get them back out in time, but he can never get his family to leave fast enough sometimes, and what was meant to be a half hour visit end sup stretching out to five hours and his gut has gotten softer and a bit smaller and...well...oops. Sometimes he thinks he should just save everyone guy the trouble and stop dating, and sometimes he gets lonely and finds a nice guy and swears itāll be different this time. And some day it has to be...but it likely wonāt be today.
It was just part of the game. They were all friends and no one was actually going to get hurt, it was just supposed to be a silly joke. No one thought that, out of the five of them, one guy would win every single round of the game they were playing and have to swallow down the other four of them. He was the one who didnāt even want to do it, too worried someone might get hurt, and only convinced to do it because no one thought heād even win one round anyway. But he got four people down the hatch, left bloated and pinned on the couch with gas. And of course, when he was supposed to let everyone out a few minutes later, he couldnāt. He didnāt eat like this often and devouring four people back to back left him tired and his throat strained. He simply couldnāt get them out. And if he wanted them to go down, well, they needed to be a lot softer--not an option. But hours later, he wasnāt getting any closer, and his friends were starting to get softer. And by that night, his gut was churning noisily and lost a fourth of its size and he knows heās down four friends and really, really wishing he hadnāt done this. Come morning, heād definitely be battling between which one sucks more--the overwhelming guilt, the sudden fat, or the monster shit heād be taking.
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Any prompts about Peter Parker as vore predator? (Oral)
Peter lets out a thick, long belch as he leaned against an alleyway wall. He pants softly, his mask pulled up over his nose so that he could get some breathing in. He just ate the biggest meal of his life and it left him rather winded. A couple of fans had met him while he was trying to eat some food, wanting to talk to him and get pictures. He was always happy to do stuff like that, but he was so hungry after getting his first meal of a long day and he just needed to be left alone. Maybe it was the radioactive spider bite that did it, but in an instant, he had wrapped up the two guys in some webbing and just...devoured them, one after another. Mouths were gagged so no one could hear them yelling as he devoured them whole. Now he was standing here, his gut heavy and bloated with his suit straining against the human shaped bulges in his gut. Another thick belch rumbles out of him as they wiggle. The webs must be starting to digest in there. He's too heavy to go swinging through the city right now, too. Hopefully they digest quickly for him, at least...and that this doesn't happen again. Too many missing people will start to look bad on him and he could do without more negative press.
"Will you stop--mmf!" Peter had tried to complain, but his mouth was very suddenly filled with another head, forcing him to start gulping and slurping down the goon that had been crammed inside. That was the fifth one now and there was still a decent amount leftover that had been wrapped up in his webbing. Initally, it was to keep them pinned until the police could get them. But now it was just making them easy pickings for V.enom and D.eadpool to go ahead and feed the predatory spider. Dealing with either of these two could be annoying enough on its own with the way they liked to tease and mess with him, but having them join forces to ruin his day? S.pider-Man found himself completely helpless from the two stuff his gut with good after goon. Once they were all down the hatch, these two were going to rub and dote over his gut for the entire digestion process. And then they were going to never let S.pidey forget this moment, as much as he'd hate that.
Normally, Peter wouldn't have taken such drastic measures to take down a villain buuuut...he couldn't help it. The L.izard was large and bulky, and Peter was hungry, and getting tired and fed up with things. That's how he was relaxing here now, slurping up a thick tail while his gut sloshed and bulged obscenely with the large beast packed inside. He belches thickly, leaning back in a large webbing strung up between some buildings to function as a hammock of sorts. Maybe he should cough the guy up once he's stopped moving around or...maybe Peter will be taking a scaly shit later tonight. Maybe he'll decided after a quick nap. Whichever one he decides to do, he certainly won't mind using this method more often on the more dangerous villains. S.coprion always did look pretty tasty...
Do you have any prompts to ideas of predator promise that itāll be safe for prey, but in fact it not? Like accidental digesting, changing your promise after some time of having your prey inside or when predator is making his promise, he already knows that heās lying to prey and not going to keep his prey safe. What if that you prefer more? Any other ideas for this theme? Any funny/interesting scenarios for that maybe?
Betrayal is always so good. Hell yeah!
B had told A it was just for the one game. He needed some help with the championship game and having a guy in his gut always made him feel safe, like a good luck charm. B was going to spit him up after the game. That's what A was told, and that's what he believed ever as the gut bounces and sloshes around him, and the noises pick up and the guts start to churn and clench around him. Maybe he should have questioned why B didn't have any of his other people he usually ate for this. Or maybe he should have realized there's a reason C stopped answering his calls and D hadn't come to class for a while. But he couldn't think about any of that soon, once he was just a bubbling slop and a belch in the face of an opposing quarterback that had gotten tackled. B'll be letting A out after the game like he promised, just...not in the way A had been expecting.
During a game of D.nD, the g.amemaster wanted to make the game feel a lot more realistic. Of course, that means chowing down on any of the players that end up getting eaten in the game. He promises them all that it's safe and he'll get them out, but when he's slurping down the last of the group of five, he doesn't seem to break character. Instead, he continues to talk and monologue as he melts down each 'character' and, at the same time, each of the platers. In the end, their all gone, and he's left with a heavy, round gut of chyme and sludge. He lets out a mighty belch as he announces the dragon's victory to his bubbling belly.
It was just supposed to be a little bit fun, like a joke. He ate his best friend for making another fat joke. It was the first time he took it so far, but he figured he'd just tease his friend a bit then yak him up. That was four hours ago. His gut has gotten a lot softer since then and his meal hadn't been moving for a while. It definitely wasn't looking good now. He hadn't been able to get his friend back up, and in the process of just waiting to try again later, it simply...took too long. And now he just has a churning gut in his lap that'll be even smaller by the end of the night. All this for a dumb joke...
if you take ship (the lovey dovey kind of way) prompts, maybe Ryoma and Gonta together? Just something about size difference is so cute (Either can be pred/prey/observer)
Considering I do ship them, Iām definitely doing this one.
Eating his boyfriend was definitely not what he had planned to be doing today, but H.oshi as found that life isnāt so easy as that. G.onta was a really sweet guy, maybe a bit gullible, but overall just sweet. H.oshi lets out a thick belch as that sweetness came back to him. Heād been hungry today because...well, he was neglecting his needs, but that was besides the point. G.onta got worried as he always did that H.oshi was skipping meals and itād been bad the last few days and he just hadnāt been eating. So with G.onta basically constantly hounding him, H.oshi finally relented and told the entomologistĀ āOkay, you can feed me whatever you want.ā Well, apparently, that ended up with G.onta shoving his massive hands into H.oshiās jaws and forcing the tennis pro to start gulping. And now he was in bed, his boyfriend curled up tight in his gurgling guts, and he was damning himself for not being more specific. Of course G.ontaās first response would be to feed H.oshi the biggest thing he could, and the biggest thing in the room was himself. The smaller manās guts were already starting to shrink down steadily as they greedily processed all that delicious meat they were gifted. He really hopes G.onta has some large, empty terrariums to use. H.oshi doesnāt really feel like ruining a toilet over this...
H.oshi could only describe the face G.onta made when swallowing another guy down as...cute. His eyes would shine and heād have a big grin on his face as he slurped down another personās legs and packed them away into his bloating guts. And then H.oshi would give him belly rubs after the fact, since his suit would always pop open after a meal like that, and G.onta would just get cuter. It was always too much for H.oshi and he usually wound up pulling his hat down to try and hide his blushing face. Even his belching was cute, since G.onta would always try to cover his mouth and get apologetic when it came out loud and long regardless. But G.onta also thought H.oshi was cute when he ate people. Most prey for the tennis pro was larger than himself, so he always ended up beached with a massive gut after just one meal. G.onta liked getting to rubbing and hug H.oshiās gut when it was like that, though, which always seemed to make H.oshi happy. G.onta would also always feed the tennis pro, since that was the most gentlemanly thing to do, and it would usually wind up with the 3ā² 5ā³ male stuck with a stomach far larger than he was for the next several hours. But at least his loving boyfriend was there to take care of it. So it was fine. Eating like this was just how to two of them showed their affection, and it worked.
G.onta burned through boyfriends faster than anyone else, and H.oshi knew that the first date was always the last. But G.onta had wanted to go on one so badly and he couldnāt say no. They went to a fancy dinner and he had to dress up nicely for it, and G.onta was always dressed nicely and H.oshi had no regrets seeing how happy his boyfriend was during their date. He even managed to get all the way through dinner before the inevitable happened and he let the night end by being dessert for G.onta. He got to see that bright, smiling face one last time before that deadly maw yawned wide in front of him. No regrets. He went down in one loud, messy gulp and left a small lump in Gontaās abs. He was sat in the sludge of their nice dinner, ruining his suit--not that it mattered. He just sat back and relaxed, listening to the sounds of G.ontaās body as the man went home to sleep off another date. H.oshi would be gone by the time G.onta got back, of course, and heād just be another date that never got to the second. But at least there were no regrets. Just a morning flush.
