I'll bite back (21)

fairies, naga tinies, merperson tinies, vampire tinies, slime tinies, elemental tinies, werewolf tinies, dragon tinies… a proper smorgasbord of tasty little monsterous treats for me to savor.

of course, it would all be paired with a mic constantly tuned in to my belly, giving everyone watching a chance to hear everything going on in there too.

i would carefully introduce each tiny to the audience, pointing out their unique traits, describing their flavors, going over common techniques for swallowing them safely, and rating them on a scale of 1 to 10.

“now mer-tinies have a neat texture to them,” i’d say as i show off my next snack. “their smooth, oily scales provide a nice feeling as they go down, kinda like swallowing those tin sardines. they’re pretty salty and oily, which is a plus for me. the textures of their fins are great too, very fun to play with in your mouth. most prefer to swallow them tail-first i think, but it’s kind of up to preference in this case.”

i pop a tiny merperson in my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue to fully take in their flavor and texture. i open my mouth for the camera, letting everyone get a good look at the mer-tiny sitting on my tongue. i work them around for another moment longer before tilting my head back and letting my audience see the bulge they create in my throat as i swallow them down.

i pat my belly as they settle in, grinning at the camera. “they feel great in there too, you can feel them swimming around if you’ve downed plenty of water beforehand. which, in my opinion, is basically a requirement if you want to enjoy them the right way. so, a solid 9/10 for me. great if you like fish, even better if you’re going for an active stomach like we are today.”

as the stream goes on, more and more tinies are sent down my throat and are packed away in my tummy. with each new addition, my belly becomes heavier and rounder. eventually i lift up my shirt for my audience so they can watch my belly squirm with all the new activity in there. i’d run my hands over my growing gut, rubbing little circles over it and patting it gently.

“getting a big crowded in there, isn’t it?” i’d joke, showing off my stomach, the chat lighting up with jealous comments. “when you eat so many tinies at once like this, you can really feel them wriggling around trying to get more comfortable. i should’ve warned you guys earlier, but certain combinations of prey can lead to a LOT of activity.”

i pick up my next tiny, a little vampire. “for example, these little guys don’t often get along well with werewolves, even when tiny like this. so when this guy meets that feisty little wolf i tried earlier, things are bound to get real interesting. they won’t necessarily be able to brawl it out with all the other company i’ve already got in here, but if it was just them- haha. it’s not for first-timers, i’ll tell you that.”

soon the tiny vampire would disappear into my mouth and down my throat like the rest. i’d briefly comment on their flavorlessness, but ultimately praise them for the firm, smooth texture they provide before moving on to the next tiny. my belly gives a sudden jerk as they’re pushed inside.

i point it out to the camera as my belly continues to bounce about. “see? told you! feisty things, aren’t they?”

by the end of the stream, my stomach is absolutely swollen with prey. my shirt is fully rolled up to provide a proper view of my squirming gut. with all the commotion going on in there, i’ll likely end up stuck with constant burps, or maybe some persistent hiccups.

You can't help but to smirk as you lift a hand to your stomach and pat it.

Yesterday was your favorite day of the year. August 8th, AKA vore day. Let's just say that you took advantage of that.

It was total mayhem. Everywhere you looked, preds were eyeing prey up while prey shifted nervously, trying to get away. Other preds were hauling around full stomachs, a sleepy haze coming to their eyes as they tried to fight the oncoming food coma. It was both enjoyable and amusing to see so many preds letting loose and doing what they were made to do. Consume.

You weren't any different. Yesterday, you had plenty of errands to run, but while doing so, you kept your eye out, searching for the perfect meal. Towards the end of the day, you finally saw her, alone, in a store.

There was a nervous gleam in her eye as you came near. She was wary, and how could she not be? After being a prey for so long, she had every right to be wary. That's what had gotten her this far, after all.

But oh, she was so, so sweet. She smiled at you, and uttered a few kind words. Maybe she was trying to distract you. Who knows. If that was her goal, it was working... At first. She was so sweet, so kind, that is honestly disarmed you. You'd never met anyone as cute as her. For a moment, you contemplated letting her go and just finding a different prey. As you were about to open your mouth and ask for her number, you caught a whiff of her sweet, tender scent... And as soon as you did, it was all over for her.

You could tell that she sensed the change in the air. The way your face suddenly had a predatory glint. The way your stomach let out a low growl. She went pale and tried to squeak out an excuse, but it was too late.

Before she could try to escape, you grabbed her shoulders with your hands. She tensed up and froze as you leaned down close to her face. She was much smaller than you, so even if she squirmed in your grip, she wouldn't be able to escape. Nothing has escaped your ravenous hunger before, anyways.

Her eyes shut tightly and she lets out a whimper as you take her head in and start tasting her. As you suspected, she's very sweet and very tender. As you take the first greedy gulp, you can't help but to wonder how no other pred has gobbled her up before, given how perfect she is on every way.

She stretches your throat a little as you swallow, but not painfully so. It feels quite heavenly to finally have prey travelling down to your stomach, after waiting all day. By the third swallow, it seems that the reality of the situation has finally hit her, and she begins squirming... But by that time, you've got her stuffed halfway down your gullet. You swing your head up to allow gravity to aid in her descent. Now, you don't even need to swallow anymore. She starts slipping in further, with her squirms only pushing her down faster.

Quickly, you pluck her shoes off and drop them on the floor before closing your mouth over her feet. You could let her slowly slip down into your stomach... But that last swallow always feels too good. Tipping your head back slightly, you make that last, powerful swallow. You relish every second you feel your throat muscles dragging her down, and, finally, she's deposited into your hungry stomach.

You let out a satisfied sigh and rest a hand on your stomach. This is a meal you want to savor, so, quickly, you leave the store without even buying anything and head home. By the time you're home, you can feel your prey squirming within you, which only pulls a soft chuckle out of you. For one, you've had much bigger, stronger prey before, and two, don't prey know that squirming only speeds up digestion?

You saunter into your room, holding your stomach proudly. When you get there, you flop onto you back in bed. The movement jostles your stomach, earning some gurgles from your stomach and an indignant kick from your prey.

You sigh and lean back, running your hands over your stomach.

"You were a good one," You utter. There's a muffled reply, but you aren't sure what she says. Her voice is muffled by your powerful stomach. You chuckle again and poke your stomach playfully.

"We have a long night together, you and I," You say teasingly. "I hope you're ready for these next few hours."

Your words are true. You two have a long, lovely (at least, it's lovely for you) night together. Unsurprisingly, your words bring about panicked struggling. Meanwhile, you reclined, a smug, lazy smile on your face as you enjoyed feeling your prey struggle.

Eventually, though, you fell asleep, deciding to let your stomach do it's job.

And I’ll rate their vore potential.

The prey watches with morbid admiration as their master belches up the bones of a recently digested meal. The pred notices, and tells his prey-pet that he’s making room for them.

The pred has helped himself to another hapless victim, and orders his prey-pet to massage his stomach. As he’s being rubbed, the pred pulls his pet close and lets out a sloppy, wet belch into their face. “Can’t have any air for them to breathe, now can we?” He laughs snidely, but his pet is so hopelessly in love with him that they can only find it charming.

Passionate make-out sessions that result in the pred suddenly wolfing down his prey. A real favourite of the prey’s, especially if their master catches them off-guard.

Roleplay. Lots of it. The pred orders his prey to play the role of a typical unwilling victim. The prey does their best, but they’re visibly shy. During the session, our pred compliments their efforts, licking them affectionately as they continue their act…all the way into their master’s very bowels.

The pred reforming his prey in bed, so that they can wake up in a warm, cosy spot for some instant cuddling. Or if the prey pleases…to reform back into the confines of the very stomach that digested them.