#intimiate

Jeresa touch - Season 5

A mysterious stalker has found a new mark. His intentions are unclear but his determination will see his success.

Content warning: fatal vore, digestion, unwilling prey, drunk prey, alcohol, stalking/hunting/long game, male pred, size shifting, large belly, flattery, tiny prey, giant pred

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He strolled down the street casually. All around him people bustled about their business. None were the one he wanted though. His eyes scanned their faces as he went.

There.

He checked his phone then cursed and turned around. After going a short distance, he stopped and looked into a shop window. A housewares store. Brightly coloured pots, vases, and side tables filled the display. It was all very quaint.

His mark’s reflection passed by him in the window. Perfect. He waited a few moments before continuing on after the target. They were a fast walker, looking about them nervously. It made sense, considering their nature. Just like it made sense that he was drawn to them, in the most instinctive sense. He licked his lips and continued to follow at a distance.

He didn’t have an opportunity until a couple days later. The target decided to spend the evening alone at a bar. It had been a hard day at work and they obviously want to take the edge off. He suspected they’d be open to more than one way of doing that once they’d had a few drinks. He smiled and made the approach; his patience had finally paid off.

He sat down a couple seats away from his mark. As the night drew on, he started asking the bartender to send drinks down their way. He watched their face change as they muddled through confusion at the first few, but soon they relaxed and enjoyed the seemingly free beverages. He knew they would pay later; this was an investment he saw as worthwhile.

When they finally got up to leave, his eyes followed them. With a smile he wove through the crowd, cutting them off just before they could reach the door. “Hello there,” he purred, “I couldn’t help but notice you. There’s just something enchanting about you.”

They stopped short, stunned. They swayed a little in place and looked him over, “Who are ya?”

“An admirer,” he grinned and put a hand on their arm.

They looked down at it then back at him, brow furrowed, “Wha do ya want?”

“To go home with you and show you just how highly I think of you,” he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down, “What do you say?”

Their eyes widened and their face became even more flush than it already was. They tried to stammer a response then just nodded, stepping closer to him. He slipped his arm around them and gave a little squeeze, “Let’s go then.”

He let the target lead, though he knew the way to their home well by now. They didn’t say much as they walked together, he just supported them and hummed softly. Soon. Very soon all his hard work would pay off.

They struggled to unlock their door, so he gently pushed them aside and did it for them, despite whining protests. It was good to show his competence. They clung to his hand as they lead him through the door. Once he shut the door, they looked to him, “Is the couch fine?”

“Perfect,” he grinned and gently held their face. “Why don’t you go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he rubbed their cheek with his thumb then drew his hand away. They stared at him, swaying slightly again, before turning away and stumbling off to their couch. He watched them go and licked his lips. Finally.

He waited for a few moments before following. They were lounging on a low, soft looking couch. Perhaps lounging wasn’t quite the right word. More like slumped across the arm.

He sat down beside them and pulled them over, so they were leaning on him instead. Almost immediately they nestled under his arm and hummed softly. This was going to be too easy.

“I have a confession,” he began.

They looked up at him, wide eyed yet again, “Oh?”

“I actually saw you in the park the other day, in that tree. You were so small and cute!” They blushed as he continued, “Then when I saw you at your full size at the bar, I just couldn’t help myself; I had to see you at your most precious for myself.”

They giggled a little and rubbed their face on his shoulder, then looked back up, “Really? Ya saw that an- and liked it?”

He nodded, “Yes, of course. Size shifters are a delightful rarity.”

They beamed then took his hand in both of theirs, staring at it. Then they put it on the couch cushion, wiggling away from him a little. “Keep it dere,” they instructed.

He nodded, hand laying where they had put it, fingers relaxed. They stared for a few moments longer, then shrunk down, clothes and all. They scrambled clumsily across the soft cushion and crawled up into his hand. They were no bigger than his thumb.

His heart raced. He was so close. Not much longer now.

He lifted them up, curling his fingers gently. “Just look at you,” he gushed, “Oh you’re just so tiny!”

He leaned in close and nuzzled them with his nose. They giggled and half clung half pushed at it, as if conflicted. “Hey,” they panted, “That tickles!”

He laughed softly, staring at them intently. “Goodness,” he sighed softly, “You’re just so precious; I could just eat you up.”

Panic flared across their face then they giggled, hiding their blushing face in their hands. They didn’t see his lips part, or his tongue slide out, but they felt the warm, wet surface drag over their entire body with one long lick. They gasped and looked at him, eyed wide, “Wha was dat for?”

He chuckled and licked again, tongue curling behind them and dragging him out of his hand and into his mouth. Their warm body wriggled and he knew he didn’t have long, even with them in this state. He reached down and undid his belt buckle, tongue rubbing them up against the roof of his mouth. He tilted his head back and swallowed, letting out a satisfied sigh. His body shivered as he felt his squirming prey slide down his throat, then flutter in his belly. It growled loudly at the disturbance. He smiled and waited.

He didn’t have long before he felt a pressure growing, and he looked down to see his belly begin to bulge. He bit his lip and savoured the ache a moment before he grew as well. His maximum was just enough to make it bearable, but there was still an incredibly overly bulge. He groaned softly as his target struggled, their muffled cries barely audible.

He flopped onto his side then rolled onto his back, legs dangling over one arm of the couch while his head rested on the other. He chuckled between hard breaths, “Oh my you’re a lovely one. Good thing you’re not the only size shifter here.”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the delightful tension in his belly, feeling every squirm and movement his prey made. His large hands slipped under his shirt and rubbed at the rounded bulge created by his unfortunate target. The counter pressure eased the ache and made them squirm even harder. He panted softly, belly gurgling and growling loudly.

It had been a long wait, but entirely worth it. They were fueled by fear and confusion, massaging his insides even as they worked to destroy them. What a poor, unfortunate fool. Tasty too. He licked his lips and relaxed, falling asleep as his prey grew still. The only sound to be heard was his soft snores and his belly’s satisfied sounds as it worked hard on the rare treat.

I’m such a good lover.

I love the way you fall asleep:

Slowly, then all at once.

And all I want to do,

is give it to someone,

who needs it as bad,