I need to feel a full-body squeeze so much tighter and more intimate than than a hug. I can't relax without feeling myself sink deeper into another person's being. I need to be caressed by your insides.

I'm so emotionally fragile I need some kind of giant entity who loves and craves my tiny form and wishes to secure my well-being and happiness with their enormous form and power: A dragon bonded to their rider; a mech AI protecting their pilot; a diety blessing their mortal priest.

I want us to share emotions and sensations. I want you to feel my body relax into your presence as your very existence soothes the fear, loneliness, and anxiety I feel when we're not together. I want to feel satisfaction bleeding through our connection as it deepens and broadens, and I sink into you once again. I want to feel the pride and awe for my blind trust and faith in you bubble up alongside that inhuman desire to protect, claim, devour, and dominate me.

I need to be mentally, emotionally, neurologically, sexually, psychically and/or spiritually bonded to a being far too big for conventional love. I want to belong to someone - to something much greater and larger than myself. I want to be your doll. your prey. your pawn. your toy. your snack. your tool. your pet.

Let me be your bleeding, beating heart while you become the growling, roaring cage that surrounds me.

Your body is my temple, and I will worship it from within and without

Wobbling to their feet as they cradle their painfully stuffed stomach with a dumb, proud smile on their face. Slapping their gut as they start talking to their prey about how their only worth is as calories to add to their thighs. Maybe even thinking about who else they'd want to eat....

imagine a first time pred being guided by a more experienced pred. they’re probably buddies, and have been for a while, and ft!pred wants some advice. he’s never eaten anybody before, but god he really wants to, because recently he’s been craving it. but he doesn’t know where to start. other pred is like “yeah, sure, why not? i’ll help you out” and maybe in this universe it’s less of a hunting thing and more of a “paid experience”. you can pay for someone to be sent to your house like a little delivery driver to eat.

so they do just that. ft!pred is sitting on the couch, all worried and asking a ton of questions. pillow on his lap to hide his hard-on. god, he’s so excited. but he’s so nervous.

“what if it hurts them? what if i don’t like it? what if it hurts me? oh, god, maybe we should cancel the order, i can—”

other pred reaches over to grab his hand. “dude. you’re overthinking it. relax, it’ll be fine. you’ll have me here, and if anything goes wrong, you can always spit ‘em up.”

reluctantly, ft!pred nods and they hold hands for a little while. they try to watch something while they wait, but the hunger is getting worse— he needs to eat. but he can’t. because the person— no, his food, he needs to remember that. ex!pred said it would help if he thinks of them as just food.

…that somehow made him both hungrier and harder.

suddenly, the doorbell rang. ex!pred looks at him with a reassuring grin and opens the door, and oh my fucking god, she looks so good.

a blush crept up his neck. ggrrooogggfglll…

ft!pred put a shy hand over his stomach as ex!pred and the girl talked. he invited her inside, closing the door behind them. he could barely hear their conversation over the static in his head, that only said hungry, eat, need to be full,,

“thanks so much for being so quick. it’s his first time,” ex!pred gestures toward him. “so i wanted to get him the best.”

the girl cocks her head at ft!pred with a smile. “is it? aww, that’s adorable! i’ve never been someone’s first meal before.”

he looked up at her, suddenly feeling himself salivate. unconsciously, he pressed his thighs together over the pillow in his lap and felt his heart pounding.

ex!pred tapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of it.

“do you have any preference to her being clothed or anything?”

no, i don’t care, just let me eat her, need food, hungry hungry hun-

“uh, n-no— that’s- she’s fine. she can…do whatever.”

they both chuckle at his shyness. ex!pred sits next to him while the food girl straddled his lap. she looked down at him from her position, batting her eyes. out of nowhere, everything seemed to kick into overdrive for ft!pred—

her body pressed up against his made the urge to eat her so much worse. he felt frozen, pinned to the couch despite the knowledge he could grab her and just shove her down his throat and—

the scent was making things so much worse. she smelled so sweet and enticing,, maybe it was that new perfume that had come out, that was scented and flavored specifically for predators?

something snapped him out of his thoughts. shuffling above him. his food was moving. his food was going to leave. a low grumble came from inside of him. he couldn’t tell if it was his throat or his stomach.

he grabbed something that felt like hips. or maybe it was thighs. he didn’t know. he didn’t care. ft!pred opens his mouth wide, holding his food close as he wraps his lips around her throat.

there’s a bit of a struggle. maybe she didn’t expect it. his friend is shocked, too, at a loss for words at his desperation. the first swallow comes easy, pulling the food head first into his throat.

swallowing isn’t as hard as he thought it would be. the second one lowers her in further, and her squirming has slowed down. she knows her place. she knows she’s only food. the thought makes him blush, and a loud gurggllhfggg comes from somewhere deep in his guts.

ex!pred seems to snap out of it, shuffling closer to sit right by him. he’s trying to maneuver himself onto ft!pred’s lap, holding the girls legs with one hand and helping him swallow the food by guiding her in.

a hand is suddenly on ft!pred’s neck, and he gives a hard swallow. she’s pulled down even deeper, and he can feel it now— the way her head first pops into his stomach. the way his stomach gurgles around her, happy and content and oh god— he just looked down.

there’s the start of a bulge.

something in him clicks. he’s eating someone. this is a person— someone with thoughts and feelings— he didn’t want to hurt her—

it’s almost like ex!pred can sense his worry. he runs a free hand over ft!pred’s growing gut, leaning in closer. “it’s okay. she wanted this, yeah? she wants to be your food. she wants to help you be full. and you wanna be full too, don’t you?”

his breathing slows. this is okay. this is natural. he’s a predator. this is how the world works, how it’s meant to be. he’s meant to have a tummy full of prey. this is okay.

“swallow.” his friend demands. ft!pred is happy to oblige this time. another loud gulp rings into the air, and she’s almost all the way down, her feet the only things sticking out. his stomach churned and twisted at her entry, and the feeling of it all— oh my god. fuck. he’s getting so full. he can’t finish her. it’s so much— too much—

a hand is on his throat again, gently caressing the bulge. “i told you to swallow.”

fuck. his dick twitches at the same time he gulps the rest of her down into his throat. he can feel her — curled up in there, trying to get as comfortable as possible—

“hhhaah, haaah…” ft!pred whines. he runs a cautious hand over his tummy. “mmm— hhfhhhOOURRRRPP— fffuck-”

he throws his head back and lets the stuffed belch rumble out of his throat. ex!pred laughs, his hands coming to hold the side of his gut. “good one,” he praises. “that’s the best part.”

ft!pred’s eyes go half-lidded with pleasure. he can feel her in his stomach, moving around… he can feel and see every move she makes, the way her figure presses up against the tightness of his too-full tummy. he can feel his starved stomach clenching around his food, gurgling loudly in content. it’s music to his ears and heaven on earth— to feel this fucking stuffed. he’s never felt so—

gggrrrgllggluufh…

fuck. every churn makes it harder to think. he looks up to his friend, only able to make small whimpers. it seems like ex!pred takes pity on him, because he moves closer to ft!pred to give his utmost attention to his gut. he’s kneading the tight, taut places on his belly, and every touch he gives makes ft!pred lazily thrust his hips up. as if he was chasing it.

“i know it’s a lot. it was a lot for me too. but you’re doing so well, look—” ex!pred gives a soft shake to the side of his stomach, and they both blush at the heavy slosh that brings.

ex!pred chuckled. “looks like your stomach is working fast. churning her up pretty good.”

“i—i’m sorry, i ccant— i can’t help it, i—”

“shhhh,” his friend coos. “it’s okay. you’ve been hungry for so long. it’s only natural.”

ft!pred nods mindlessly, letting quiet moans slip from his mouth. he’s begun to recognize the rhythm of his stomach— the soft glut, glut, glut it makes as it’s clenching greedily over it’s meal. working her down.

he’s dragged out of his brain fog for a moment as ex!pred asks him a question. “do you— uh,” he swallows, gazing at his bloated gut. “does it feel good? like, was it worth it?”

ft!pred didn’t have the words to explain how he felt right now. so, he gently grabbed ex!pred’s hand, and moved it up to where it felt particularly tight.

he pushed his hand down, and gave a low groan as he felt something bubbling andthen—

“hhhhhaa… huurhp— uuRRoUHHP—” he shut his eyes tight as his overstuffed gut clenched one last time around it’s food, letting out a disgusting churn.

glgouerrrgll—

“hhfOOUURRRPPH~”

….

“damn,” his friend laughed breathlessly. “guess there’s my answer.”

with a curt nod, ft!pred closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

being a pred is nice.

he’ll have to do this again sometime.

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