#vorepost

it's gotten to the point that the prey has to actively lie to the pred to maintain the idea that they are also a pred. The pred talks about their consuming experiences, and the prey has to pretend that they have the same issues.

one day the pred decides to surprise their friend by bringing them a prey.

their friend tries to deny it - they aren't hungry, they ate recently actually - but the look in the pred's eye tells them that the jig is up. They've caught the prey in their lie.

The prey is resigned to their fate.

Since their friend seems despondent, the pred offers to help them get their food down. their friend kind of nods.

the pred positions the prey into their friends mouth, and pushes it in. their friend struggles a bit with it, fidgeting and squirming in their seat, still slowly but surely they get the food down.

"Well... I suppose if they need to be disposed of, I can help out if nobody else is offering!" Ahead of her lie a box of pokéballs, though she was unaware that they were occupied...

Wicke was no slouch by now, and almost immediately, she began bringing the minimized balls to her mouth, swallowing them like pills. Their tendency for expansion wasn't much of a surprise... well, mostly; while she knew they could do it, and she had a technique by now that kept them small for most of the way now, but that wouldn't stop an errant ball here or there suddenly expanding in her throat, instantly forming bulges that she'd gulp down.

Her dress started to stretch in the front, hard lumps starting to deform her otherwise smooth, soft tummy skin. The more she ate, the more the balls were getting jostled around, expanding here and there, the sudden mass forcing gurgles up her throat and eliciting soft bwurrps and bwooorps. Of course, each were followed by a polite "Excuse me~!". Eventually, Wicke would pause to unclasp her dress, her lumpy, bulging gut dropping forward slightly to reveal a stretched belly button. She sighed in relief, rubbing her gwwrgling, muffled clicks and clacks sounding out as her roiling stomach flexed and shuddered at the hard, inedible contents taking up oh so much space.

However... just as Wicke went back to finish off the last few balls left, one ball within her pressed against another, the button triggering. The scientist looked alarmed, initially, as she heard that oh-so-familiar bzooop, although it was coming from inside the house... or Wicke, to be more accurate.

Instantly, her already-crammed-full gut, resembling a pregnant woman midterm (although far lumpier), surged forth. Something... long and girthy thrashed a bit, Wicke's yoga ball belly moving around from the inside out, as she flailed her arms attempting to maintain balance. She rocked backwards, landing into a wheeled chair (which creaked ominously) as whatever was inside her began to coil its body, thankfully relaxing as the researcher gathered her bearings.

Before Wicke could fully come to grips, however, another pokéball dumped its contents, and her massive gut pumped in size, nearly doubling in size as all the air got pushed out of her. She could barely see over the pale expanse sitting in her lap, kicking and rumbling, though this wasn't enough to completely knock her off her game. Those hands flew to her aggravated belly, and as she gave a few calm shooshes and soft pats, the two whatevers within began to calm their little spat.

Once they seemed to settle down, she brought the back of her hand to her brow, wiping some beads of eat-sweat as she let out an exasperated sigh. After taking a moment to calm herself, she looked down at the curve pinning her down and drummed her fingers against the surface of her belly, sighing once again.

Even when you’re gone, the vore will live on. Even if only in the form of weird Nintendo franchises.