shysnackforyou
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Wish I was just big enough to make a little moving bump in someone's middle...
Maybe a foot tall, just heavy enough where they have to pick me up with two hands, lowering me slowly between their lips, my kicking feet landing on their tongue before slipping back and heading towards their throat.
As my legs begin to go down they'd take their first swallow, slow, strained, and powerful since I'd be just big enough to make it difficult, they'd be so eager to get me down and I'd be the perfect size to make a bulge in their neck.
They'd look like they're swallowing a football, if a football moved on its own, my squirming legs slipping down and resting under their heart while my head is just outside their lips. Maybe they'd close their lips around my entire body, their tongue running over my little torso, making me nice and slick for their next gulp.
When it finally comes it would be the last one. My torso, arms, and head would be pulled down their tight throat, maybe I'd look back to watch the light from the outside get smaller as I slowly slide down to their belly in the slow, strained, continuous descent towards their tummy.
I'd arrive in their stomach slowly but with no lack of satisfaction on their part. My feet landing in my new home while more than half of me is still in their esophagus. Eventually my feet would slip on their slick interior and more of me could enter, stretching their entrance to it's limits as the rest of me slides through, and closing with a pop once my head ducks inside.
Their warm gurgling organ would stretch tight around me, holding me firmly in place, but leaving enough slack for me to move with some effort. On the outside they would see a small yet glorious difference in their waistline, a shifting, squirming, living presence making them just a little bit rounder as all sorts of wet, gurgling, happy sounds come from their rounded, heavy, full, and well-fed middle...
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Umm, I really want to be eaten if you're interested in a willing meal 🥺
I think it would feel so good to be slowly licked and savoured before you slide me into your mouth, forcing me down your tight pulsing throat like any other piece of food.
I want to slip into your dark hungry stomach, filling you up so perfectly as you moan and gasp in relief of finally having another person tucked inside you, right where they belong.
You can tease me or praise me or just ignore me, at this point I'm just food to be digested anyway.
It would just be so nice to feel your hands traveling over your stretched well-fed middle while I slowly stew away inside you, getting softer and softer day after day until the weight of your food starts moving lower in your body and you know I'm finally gone. Just some more meat for your happy tummy.
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Sorry for replying so late, but I’d love to have you!
You sound like you’d make a lovely meal.
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If you're cold, they're cold, swallow them alive and keep them in there.
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I’m not usually one for foodplay, but I had this idea and I’m vibing with it.
A foodie pred and their prey who loves to cook. The prey cooks up a big meal for their pred, and the pred critiques it as they go along eating.
“8/10, amazing for your first time making this!”
“9.5/10, this always tastes delicious whenever you make this.”
“9/10, mmm, you should really start up your own restaurant.”
And it goes like this right up until they get to the dessert, which is, obviously, the prey. The pred gulps them down, and as they burp and wipe their face with their napkin, they pat their full stomach and go, “10/10, best thing on the menu!”
And the prey inside is content and smiling, happy that they can satisfy their pred so well.
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squishy
(why did I make myself suffer through a hands-centric picture aaaa)
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'Tis the season for preds to keep their freezing prey(s) warm in their tummies. 💖
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it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? (I Am Inside Of Their Mouth)
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I either want gentle cuddles with soft headpats, or to be devoured alive.
Can't decide.
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This wasn't exactly what I was expecting when you said you wanted to hold me.
Maybe this was your plan from the start or maybe you were just overcome by those pesky constant urges to gulp down any tiny you see, to feel their wiggling weight being dragged down your esophagus before falling into your belly, to feel them moving, living, and in some cases panicking while they're hidden from the rest of the world. Your secret pleasure, a tiny living body rattling around inside you, only hinted at by the occasional bulge in your happy noisy stomach.
Well I guess it doesn't really matter your intentions, I'm inside you now. I couldn't really do much to stop it. Not that I mind all that much, it's pretty comfy in here and I kinda like being this close to you, just would have been nice to be asked.
Mm I'm kinda tired from the whole unexpected swallowing, and being in your stomach, getting gently squeezed and massaged, held next to your heartbeat and gentle breathing... I think I'll take a nap, wake me up if you want to let me out.
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You know what my "safe space" is? Cuddled up against someone listening to their stomach, heart, and lungs.
You know what my ideal "safe space" is? Inside of someone's stomach listening to their stomach, heart, and lungs as well as being slowly massaged by the walls.
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Oh, honey, you really hit the spot.
Keep reading
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Do you think I'm an idiot?
You're not as subtle as you think. In fact, you're not even good at hiding it. All of you predators are the same. I can see it.
The stares, the licking of your lips, the little smirks you shoot my way when you think I'm not looking, and, perhaps the most damning evidence of all, the way your stomach growls so loudly an obviously when I'm near.
You want to devour me.
I don't know what it's like to be consumed, but I know what you want from it. It's what most preds want. You want to taste me, to torment me while you take your time swallowing me. You're going to want to tease me with the idea of freedom, but before I can begin to claw my way out, you're going to snap your jaws shut and give that last powerful gulp that seals my fate.
I can inly imagine what the next part is like. I've seen a few preds with freshly captured prey hanging off their middle, and it never looks pleasant. I imagine once I'm tucked away in your stomach, you'll be quite satisfied, quite smug. I'll struggle and squirm and scream all I can. You'll sigh in satisfaction and run a hand over the shifting bulges of your stomach. Maybe you'll relish how it feels. I don't know. Regardless, chances of being rescued are slim to none. Other prey won't want to be your next victim, and other preds would just be indifferent.
Of course... None of that has happened. Yet. I can only hope that I'll get lucky again and escape your ravenous hunger.
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When you wake up today, you're groggy. For a moment, it's hard to remember what happened... But when a low whine sounds from your engorged belly, it all comes rushing back.
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.
Now that it's morning, though, your stomach is significantly smaller... But still noticeable. You hadn't expected your prey to hang around this long... But you aren't complaining.
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