#preddsworld tom

ANYTHING FOR MY IDOL~

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here's a fic where Matt, Edd and Tord feed themselves to tom eagerly to his shock and dismay. whether they regret that choice or not is up to the reader~ you could ask but erm.. i don't think they'd give much of a response~ ⚠ this fic contains vore, digestion, weight gain, unwilling/reluctant pred, willing prey, Fatal/Perma vore, this one gets kinda dark?? this is your warning ⚠

Tom was sitting with his roommates, the four of them were good friends. they were all staring up at him with pleading eyes.. how did he get into this mess? the three had asked tom to eat them, and seemed desperate. Tom couldn't believe it.. why would they WANT to be eaten? They had caught Tom eating someone in his monster form a few days ago and Tom was ashamed, but the three didn't seem to mind. it was just now that tom was realizing perhaps they DID mind.. just.. in a different way. Tom was lost in thought, shocked at their request before Edd spoke up. "Tom, you look like you saw a ghost.. whats the matter?~" He asked teasingly in a horny voice, tom backed up from the three but they only came closer. "ugh! what has gotten into you three? for the last time i'm not going to eat you! i doubt i could fit the three of you at once anyways.." Tord chuckled, placing a hand under tom's chin.

"that's fine, go one at a time~ ill go first, ill last the longest after all.." He bragged, sure he'd survive for a while in tom's gut.

"what the fu-- no!! that's not what i mean--" Tord shushed him. "less talking more devouring~ i have a job to do and it's adding to that waistline of yours~"

before tom could respond, tord forced his head into tom's maw, forcing him to swallow as well. although tom couldn't help but admit how amazing he tasted.. "mmhhh..~" he got a little carried away.. he wanted to spit tord out but he tasted so damn good! he wiggled down his throat and tom gulped him down to his now swollen belly.

"see? was that so hard?" Matt chuckled, amazed.. Edd and Matt immediately started rubbing tom's belly. "wow! hes really squirming in there.." Edd said excitedly, Tom groaned. "maybe hes finally regretting his choice.." Edd just shrugged, the two of them by tom's side eager to watch tord slowly digest. Edd pressed down on tom's belly curiously, causing him to belch loudly. "fuck, will he be ok in there? god, tord can you hear me??" no response.. he just struggled and squirmed, causing tom to wince a little.

"ah cmon, he'll be fineee... he can handle a little bit of digestion, right tord?" Matt poked tom's belly, it growled loudly and morbidly in response. "see? he's alright."

it growled more and more as time went on, picking up more and more. the growls soon turned into ominous, wet gurgles from deep inside him..

and eventually tom's stomach got softed and rounder over time.. Edd felt his belly, causing tom to burp again. "man, for someone so confident about this he sure digested quick." Tom's eyes went went white. "what!? fuck, tord are you alright in there??" Grrrowl... "like i said, hes fine. he'll live on as a part of you, anyways~" Matt giggled, sitting on tom's lap pressed up against his belly.

"fuck.. i.. i feel sick. no more please, i'm full. don't you feel bad for him?? why would you want this-- he-- i--" Matt soon forced his hands into tom's mouth in a simalir fashion to tord, Tom tried to get him out this time. but it was no use.. he was sure of his decision. he swallowed him down into his tummy, and soon edd joined him. Edd slid his head inbetween tom's jaws, going down one way or another.. as soon as they were both inside a gross burp went past tom's lips. "god, oh god are you guys ok??" "...guys?" they squirmed in a simalir fashion to tord.. it hurt. tom's stomach ached and he felt guilty. maybe they were just trying to get comfy.. but maybe they regretted what they had done. "fuck ow.!~ god no.. get out! i want you OUT of me!" Tom groaned, pressing on his belly to try and get them out from his insides, but this only caused them to digest faster..

tom felt so bad.. yeah they wanted this but he'd never see the three in one peice again. he kinda wished he could have talked them out of it.. He sighed and pressed his back against the couch, sitting on the floor as he rubbed his belly.

"hope you guys are enjoying this more than me.. urrp.." it didn't take long for matt and edd to digest, tom had gained a lot of weight.. his belly was fat and round as a constant reminder as his roommates fate within him, not to mention his hips.

but tom had a new feeling.. an overwhelming hunger. he needed more, even though he still felt guilty in the end.

he rubbed his belly and tried to stand, feeling so heavy.. "thanks i suppose.. at least you were tasty" he sighed, forcing his clothes to fit over the remains of his ex-friends., and walked off to the bathroom.

END

Seeking warmth

Tom really needed to stop falling asleep in his monster form. When he rolled over and woke up, the first and only thing he noticed was that he was freezing. Even curled up underneath his blanket, he was freezing. Tom tried to separate one instinctual thought from another, but nothing was helping. He rolled out of his bed, huffing quietly. He needed warmth, and he knew where to get it.

Once he had shrunk down, he slid underneath the door, then grew a tiny bit. Tom sniffed the air. The familiar scent of cat hair and cola wasn’t present. Just his luck. He was about to just go back to his room and suck it up, but then he remembered there was another housemate of his that would be more than happy to provide that warmth.

He waddled down the corridor to the room next to his, once again shrinking down to fit underneath the door then growing a tad again. Tord was sleeping, much to Tom's dismay. He had his arms wrapped around this long pillow with an anime girl Tom didn’t recognise on it. He wasn’t much of an anime watcher himself. That didn’t matter, though. He needed to wake Tord up somehow…

Tom was a decent climber. He began climbing the bed frame, swinging himself carefully onto the mattress. He then grabbed onto Tord's arm, pushing himself upwards and swinging his legs over. He leapt onto the sleeping norsk's chest, almost falling over but quickly regaining his balance, and began making his way up to Tord's face. Even all of this quick movement hadn’t warmed him up. Tom huffed again. Once he reached Tord's face, he began patting it to wake him wake up. Those pats quickly turned into slaps, and Tord cracked an eye open.

"Tom..?" The communist murmured, looking down at Tom with a confused expression. Tom made a soft hissing noise, placed one of his hands on Tord's lower lip, the other on his top lip, and began trying to prise Tord's mouth open. The norsk gently plucked Tom away from his mouth, slowly sitting up. He noticed how Tom kept trying to fling himself at Tord's mouth.

"What do you want, Thomas?" Tord asked, a little irritably. Tom made a low shrieking sound, then pointing at Tord's stomach. It was then that Tord noticed just how much the little monster was shivering, and then it clicked. Edd had mentioned this to him before. Tord supposed it made sense, as Edd wasn’t home currently. Late night cola-run. The norsk was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when Tom tried to fling himself at his face again.

The communist sighed. At least he knew he wouldn’t have to get up for a night snack tonight. He brought Tom closer to his face. As he did, he noted just how much less intimidating Tom looked than usual. He opened his mouth, saliva dripping from the roof of his mouth and the sharp teeth that lined the cavern. Tord then placed Tom's head into his mouth, closing his lips gently around what he assumed to be Tom's shoulders, slurping him up like a noodle. He hadn’t fully processed just how long the monster was, but Tom was more than happy to help Tord fit him inside his mouth. Once all of Tom was inside, he closed his mouth. The norsk didn’t really feel like fearplay, as he was still quite sleepy. Just some simple mouthplay would do.

He began tossing Tom around his mouth with his tongue as well as occasionally wrapping it around him, sometimes even pinning him to the roof of his mouth to properly taste him. His lower jaw was borderline full of saliva. Tord took this as a sign to swallow Tom, which he did. He traced Tom's decent with a finger, down his oesophagus, past his chest and finally into his storage stomach. He couldn’t help the soft sigh and series of purrs that escaped him as he felt Tom squirm into a comfortable position: curled up against a stomach wall. Tord was careful laying down, as again, he was much too tired to even try to be a prick to Tom. His instincts that he never listened to, the ones telling him to store people more often, were celebrating. Tord supposed he quite liked the feeling as he placed a hand on his occupied gut, shuffling a little into a better sleeping position, and letting himself drift off.

~~BONUS~~

Tord woke up the next morning with one of the worst stomachaches he’s ever had. He groaned loudly, pressing into his stomach to try and prevent Tom from completely obliterating his insides.

"Calm down, Thomas. Edd has explained this to you so many times."

"Why did it have to be you??"

Tom - 1

I have so many ideas and yet so little ideas simultaneously…

He’s usually a pred, and usually isn’t willing prey, but there are some cases where he is.

He's a sizeshifter!! Woooo!!

You guessed it, he has a storage and he purrs!! It’s no surprise when you see my other preddcanons.

Tom can be a bit of a cruel pred sometimes. He likes a bit of fearplay. He doesn’t like to take his time, however.

When Tom is in his full monster form, he becomes very instinctual, both as a pred and as a prey.

As a pred, it’s pretty self explanatory. Someone will be safely nommed, despite the obvious lack of communication.

Oooo~ but as a prey.. often if he falls asleep in his monster form, he’ll wake up in the night really cold, and will shrink down to be nommed. Usually he’d go to Edd because Tom trusts him the most, but if that’s not possible for whatever reason, then Tord is the next choice due to his room being the closest to his, and also Tord's willingness to give noms. (Ik I said Tord would never safely nom Tom, but I lied. Also fic about this in progress~) However, Tom never remembers this happening.

Tom often goes for a nice taste in noms, hence why he barely ever goes for Tord (because he barely ever fucking showers).

If he’s bored, then sometimes he'll just nom Matt to irritate him.

He might not admit it, but he’s a sucker for a belly rub.

He doesn’t usually go for smaller prey, because he knows all too well how it feels to be the prey in that situation.

Tom was unwillingly eaten and digested by Edd once, though Edd didn’t realise it at the time. Tom still holds a grudge against Edd for it.

When he’s drunk, he’s quite the cuddly pred, nomming his prey then curling into a ball, purring comfortingly.

He can be good at providing comfort, but only when he wants to be. It also depends on who the prey is.

"You did what?!" Matt was infuriated that Tom had broken his mirror. Sure, he had plenty of other mirrors to endlessly admire himself in, but that was his fifth-favourite mirror! Even worse that Tom didn’t seem that bothered about it.

"Yeah, uh… but there’s glue somewhere around here. I don’t know, it’s your mirror." Tom handed Matt what was left of his mirror, then turning the other way, walking undoubtedly to the alcohol cabinet.

Matt was so pissed off about this. He loved each and every one of his mirrors! He was already thinking of ways that he could get back at Tom, here and now. His mind immediately picked out something, but here’s the thing. He hadn’t actually done it before.

As quietly as possible, he crept up behind Tom. The height difference was quite lucky. How had Tord taught him to do this again?

Maybe he could pick up Tom by the hood of his hoodie? That’d make it easier. So he did, ignoring Tom's confusion.

Matt stuffed Tom's lower half into his jaw, continuing to swallow from there. As Tord had told him, it only got easier as time went, and once Tom was fully in his belly? He regretted nothing.

Preddsworld headcannons

✨BONUS✨ - 2

Im glad I received this because I have a lot of unfinished drafts I need to finish, and this reminded me 🤩

Edd - feet first, usually. This is because he likes to see the facial expressions of the person he's swallowing, and since he normally only eats willing people, if he sees that they’re worried or having second thoughts, he won’t hesitate to stop swallowing and throw the rest of them up. However, on the off-chance that he knows that the prey will be unwilling, he'll do it headfirst instead, so that he doesn’t regret it too much later.

Tord - headfirst. His logic is that if his prey's head is already inside his mouth or throat, they won’t be able to see, meaning that if they want to attempt to attack him, it’ll be more difficult for them to see where they should be hitting. They’d kinda just have to flail their limbs around in the early stages of being swallowed and hope for the best. Another reason is simply because it’d be near impossible for his prey to pull themselves out that way. You can tell Tord gave this a lot of thought.

Tom - feet first. Same reason as Edd: he wants to see the facial expressions, but for a slightly different purpose. He’s cruel. He wants to watch his prey cry, and he wants to hear every plea to be released, spared, properly, rather than through the stomach walls. Even if it be the case that the prey is willing, he'll still do feet first, mainly because he is a creature of routine and can’t be bothered to put more effort into eating people than he has to.

Matt - headfirst. Although, it is a very rare occasion that he eats anyone. The reason is simply because it’s just easier for him. Grabbing the prey and stuffing them in headfirst is so much quicker and easier than going through all of that effort just to pick the prey up, and gradually lower them in as they writhe.

Eduardo - feet first. You guessed it, exact same reason as Tom. Cruel bastard.

Mark - either way. He just doesn’t really mind. If he wants a quick meal, then it’s headfirst, but otherwise feet first.

Jon - neither. Does not eat people.

Paul - either way. Just like Mark, he really just doesn’t care, but he has the sorta mentality of 'food is food, so why does it matter so much? It doesn’t need that much thought, really.'

Tord - 2

WOOOO MORE TORD BECAUSE I LOVE HIM

Eats Tom so often that Edd literally had to beg Tord to stop doing it so much, or to store him rather than just eat him at the very least.

Tord managed to get in Edd's good books again by eating Eduardo.

Trying to get Matt into the habit of eating people, just because he’s bored and clearly wants to doom the household.

Once he ate a random prey on the street that had picked a fight with him. His stomach ended up getting sliced open from the inside. He’s told nobody about it, not even Edd.

This did at one point temporarily drive Tord away from eating people for a few months, or listening to any of his instincts at all. He kinda just isolated himself as much as possible until the wound healed and became one large scar, and even then refused to eat anyone.

Even Tom was a tad bit worried. Edd tried coaxing Tord into storing him, and when that failed, Edd literally just told Tom to shove him down Tord's throat. That worked very effectively, but scared the living hell out of Tord himself.

Absolutely loves feeling the squirms of his prey.

You know what he loves more, though? Belly rubs, especially (and mainly) from the inside. He completely melts when given belly rubs, and becomes and absolute purring mess. The cruel, fearsome predator façade disappears quicker than Paul can crash another plane.

Tord drools a lot. It makes it really obvious when he’s keeping up an act of niceness but suddenly the hunger and instincts hit hella hard.

Speaking of instincts, Tord has quite intense predatory instincts sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time.

If he suddenly becomes intensely hungry out of nowhere, he has visual images of swallowing the prey down. Next thing he knows, he’s actually doing it.

He's tried to have Matt, Tom and Edd inside his stomach at the same time on multiple occasions. Many occasions. He’s only ever succeeded once.

Will sometimes poke and prod prey if he feels like he’s not getting a good enough reaction out of them.

Finds it a lot easier to focus on work when full.

(Ofc ofc! >:D)

Edd finally finished swallowing Tom's legs, sighing quietly as he did so. He could both hear and feel the muffled protests inside him, though he tried not to let that bother him too much.

"No. None of you are coming out until you can stop fighting each other to death all of the time." A particularly painful shove to his gut made him roll over onto his stomach, forcing his occupants to either be still or squirm uncomfortably. Edd could already hear Matt's obnoxious whining. The other two were having a go at him and beating up his insides at the same time. At least they weren’t beating each other up, Edd thought grudgingly to himself.

"Well, what if we just continue anyway? You’ll have to let us out either way." Trust Tord to come up with a smart yet cocky response. Edd had hoped he wouldn’t have to resort to this method, but he had to have them get along somehow.

"You don’t think I’d keep you there for as long as it takes?" Silence. All movements had abruptly stopped. He’d gotten all of their attentions.

"Y'know, I’m usually gentle, but I can easily change that just for you three if you choose to not get along," Edd continued coldly, though he was mentally smacking himself for saying these things, "so how about you all just behave yourselves." There was no response other than the three shuffling around to get comfortable; clearly Edd had shocked them into silence. He knew he’d have to apologise for that stunt eventually. However, he was getting quite tired, probably from being so full. He went to sleep after a few minutes.

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Once Edd woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his stomach was a little smaller than before. When he focused on it more, he could only feel one person. Confused, he concentrated on getting that person out of his stomach, though it was proving to be more difficult than usual.

After a good few minutes of struggling, he managed to get Tord out of his stomach. Edd sighed in disbelief. Tord was absolutely stuffed, though asleep. He’d clearly gotten hungry while Edd was asleep, and ate Tom and Matt. The two didn’t seem to happy about it though, as he could see Tord's gut shift and squirm every few seconds.