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Prey are food. They are just a part of the meal. What better way to remind them of that than for them to land in a stomach already full of food. Thoroughly chewed or gulped whole like themselves, food squishes against the prey as the predator's stomach grinds and massages around them, secreting acids and enzymes to melt down its contents. The prey inside feel the sting of digestion and the gut they're in gurling louder and louder as the realization dawns on them — they are no different than the saliva-soaked food that cushioned their descent.

Even better if a pred eats prey in the middle of stuffing themself. Prey a part of the three- or five-course meal. They scarf down appetizers, swallow their prey, slurp down dessert, and drink as how many beverages they want to quench their thirst. After, prey and food still heavy in their gut, the pred is unsatisfied and starts snacking. They gut swells out as they keep stuffing themself. Maybe they swallow down more prey. They feel the prey inside less and less as their squirming is buried from all the food they've eaten, less room inside for the prey to move.

A classic example of ordering pizza, eating the delivery driver, then binging on all the pizza they ordered comes to mind. That scenario is one I never tire of. It's like the pred ordered the delivery driver to go along with their meal. With every swallow, pizza piles atop the driver, burying them in greasy bread and cheese. When they’ve eaten it all, the pred rubs their hands all over their full gut, feeling the driver inside.

Maybe the pred has an observer companion feeding them, a feedee/feeder relationship. The observer comes home with groceries to the pred gulping down some prey they found or the observer baits prey home to supplement the predator’s dinner. Either way, the observer will stuff both into the pred for their mutual enjoyment.

Sure, you could merely jack themself off and dispose of the eggs in a sock or tissue, but where's the fun in that? Instead, you deal with you curse by fucking a willing partner 'til you're cumming deep in qussy, unloading those eggs and a tide of semen into you partner's womb. Such a load may even leave a nice pooch in the belly depending on how many eggs of various size you just released in you partner.

It's only then that the eggs' gestation really kicks off. Nestled in a warm, flexible womb, your eggs can grow bigger, becoming larger than softballs, maturing with the nutrients supplied by your partner. Meanwhile, you watch your partner's belly is ballooning out over time with the growth of the eggs. They develop a grand belly; while sitting it rests over halfway down their thighs, seemingly perfectly smooth, until you rubs your hands on their swollen belly, feeling round shells just below the skin.

Eventually the eggs are fully mature and ready to come out the way they came. Contractions seize your partner and you hold their hand as their legs spread and they push out those ripe eggs. Thankfully the shells are rather soft-shelled and not too painful to push out though still difficult. Each egg crowns between the legs, peeling back qussy folds until it fully emerges, rolling out of the way of another egg. As your partner labours, you hold one of the eggs they just pushed out, barely larger in your hand balancing precariously in your fingers. And your partner continues to larbour, pushing out more of them until they're empty, until there are a pile of fae eyes they've gestated for you dripping with their fluids and you look at them and smile. You kiss them and say good job. You feel your stuffed balls and ask if they're ready for another round.

Or maybe the eggs don't come out. Maybe you can just keep cumming and cumming eggs into your partner that swell in their uterus and they just keep growing, belly getting larger and rounder. You rub their ever expanding belly as they grow out of their shirts and trousers and thank them for helping you so gracious with your predicament as you kiss their forehead. Their arms, small compared to their abdomen, grabs your face and kisses you on the mouth.