#vore tw

They're sitting back, huffing and groaning because of the tension in their middle. It doesn't help that their prey is putting up quite a fight, too. They're jostling the pred's stomach, stretching it out even further. The tension and strain on their insides right now has the pred whining softly.

Over time, though, the prey slowly starts to lose their battle.

Constantly trying to push against a virtually impenetrable wall of flesh is a quick way to tire someone out. The pred's stomach finally settles down, turning into a soft dome of flesh. With the prey tired out and no longer fighting back, the pred's stomach is able to slowly constrict around their meal.

There's weak wiggling after the pred's stomach has tightened, but by that point, any further struggle is useless. Sometimes, there's even muffled sobbing or screaming by this stage... but nothing the prey does by this point matters.

The final nail in the coffin is the moment the pred's stomach lets out an almost exaggerated grumbling sound, followed by a weak, pained moan. Slowly, the sounds begin to ramp up in intensity. Wet gurgles and churns wrack the pred's belly.

There's no helping the prey by this point. The pred's stomach has laid claim to them. Once the pred's stomach begins churning so fast, it's already too late for the prey...

Oh, you poor thing. You're shivering. Terrified. Why don't I fix you a cup of tea, and then-

...I beg your pardon?

Oh... so... that's what you want? Are you sure...? That monster nearly did the same thing to you, so I thought-

...Well, okay. If you insist.

Your hands reach up, grazing my lips, and then they gently push into my mouth. My tongue lightly brushes against your hand, taking note of the flavor and texture. I can't help myself; my mouth waters a little, and I part my jaws, holding them wide open for you to stare into. I've heard people describing the feelings that flow through them as they stare down a pred's throat... but I can only try and guess what you're thinking and feeling. You still seem a little shaken up from the monster that tried to attack you, but-

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when you push yourself in. Your head hits my soft palette as you push insistently, and, on instinct, I swallow.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

...And then, finally, a deep, slow gulp pulls you in fully. My throat bulges out as you glide down into my body, and finally, you land in my stomach.

Monsters like us have a very sophisticated understanding of our own bodies. It's to the point that we can control our own digestion. It's admittedly a little hard; sometimes, it's like trying not to blink when you've held your eyes open for a while. Having prey in our stomachs just feels so good, and their squirmy little movements causes our stomach to send chemical signals to the brain, begging to start the pleasurable process of digestion...

But to you, I would never. You're too valuable, too precious. I'll do everything it takes to keep you safe, you have my word.

when the prey is mostly digested and pretty much just goop in the belly, but that used to be a whole person, so it's going to take a while for the body to process it

a pred sitting up from a nap and feeling their belly churn and gurgle, the wet sounds of their prey getting pushed through their intestines gurgling quietly

a pred who has to throw on pants, squishing their pliant belly to button their jeans

a pred whose tummy is morphed by their steering wheel as they head home from work, fighting back hiccups from the pressure

a pred who gets to lean back as someone rubs and plays with their belly, squishing and jiggling it, feeling how heavy it is despite so much having been digested

vore as an act of hatred.

despising so much that the only thing to do is consume them.

relishing in the cries for mercy from the person you loathe more than anything else as they're slowly, painfully reduced to slurry in your gut.

Perhaps they hated you right back. Perhaps they barely even knew you. Either way, you're unleashing aaaaaall that pent up hatred and fury at once, im the best way you know how.

By turning the object of your loathing into more of you. Using them up.

Breaking them. Is the hatred justified? Is it just a petty grudge that was left to fester?

It hardly matters now.

Whoever they were, whatever they did to elicit such ire...

taps chin

prey that always catches a specific pred looking at them with stupid lovey dovey eyes but said pred immediately finds the floor interesting after being caught. and it's the dumb, puppy love stare - not weird perv "i need to eat you" stare

and over time the two get to know one another. the prey is neither an extrovert or introvert, just.. lowkey there at college. the pred? suuuper popular guy that can't help but have eyes for someone that isn't sucking up to them. the prey is entirely uninterested until the whole shy staring incidents start up.

stay with me here: they become an uber secret relationship. mostly because a LOT of preds who date prey get nagged about when they'll eat their partner. this pred wants it to be all up to the prey's pace - they put a metaphorical collar on and gave the leash to their partner. lo and behold, some other pred finds out about their relationship and the sweetheart pred has to do the absolute evil to keep their beloved safe. it's not fun for either of them - they prey is hastily stuffed into the belly of the pred, and the pred is weighed down by the guilt of doing the unthinkable. it was a heat of the moment thought.

though, after things settle, the prey understands what happened. the pred sensed a threat and had to do what they thought would keep their beloved safe. it's a bit awkward when the pred is laying on their bed, drumming their fingers nervously on their belly while rambling out apology after apology. it's endearing, really. however, the whole stress of the day has both of them too tired to do much, so they come to an agreement to deal with it all in the morning.

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