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teal-fiend · 23 days

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an observer who has perfected the craft of pushing people into predator mode.

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You were hanging out with this guy all day. You hadn't known each other for that long, a few months. and you still didn't know; were you just going to be friends? Or was it going to be romantic? You didn't mind either way, really. Although you would have liked clarification. But he seemed genuinely interested in you; you had shared interests, and it was just easy being with him - not in a bad way. it was just effortless in a way that was refreshing.

You spent the day out and about; walking around, you got lunch together earlier, but a few hours passed and now you were going back to his house

you expected a kiss, but instead he puts a hand on your stomach. Strange, but not entirely unwanted.

"Are you hungry?" he asked

"Um, yeah, I suppose."

You were starting to get hungry; it was time for afternoon tea, or an early dinner.

"Do you mind?" He asked softly. You muttered a no, you didn't mind. He petted your stomach gently, scoping it out, it seemed like. You felt him gently poke at your soft middle, moving briefly to feel either side of your hips, before returning to the belly area.

You looked to his face and he was concentrated, almost with a medical focus. You felt your face flush with the precise attention you were getting. But you also wanted to ask him what the hell he was up to.

Soon he looked up at you, your eyes met, his expression was neutral, like this was a normal thing for him. He asked you if you wanted a belly rub. You though that was what he just did. But you had no reason to refuse, and now you were curious - you wanted to see where this was going. So you agreed.

He led you over to a kind of couch-chair, that he encouraged you to seat yourself in. He guided you to lie back, making sure you were comfortable. Then he went back to what he was doing, pressing lightly on your stomach.

He worked in on your belly, kneading down on it with some force, but not a painful amount. When he got lower down, on your intestines, you felt some pressure.

"This is your lunch," he pointed out, poking at a firm spot under your skin. It was, you remembered the time the two of your spent at the cafe earlier. You didn't think that he'd be massaging your stomach later

you blushed, unsure of his motivations still. He began working on that spot, and you did feel some release of pressure, accompanied by a gurgle as the food moved down your digestive tract.

"What are you doing?" You asked, on the verge of mild annoyance from his lack of an explanation.

"I'm making room," he said simply.

...

You could piece things together. He probably had figured out that you were a pred. And he probably wanted to feed you. prey.

But how did he know? Was it really that obvious? You felt your face heat with embarrassment. How many people knew just by seeing you? How many people knew but never brought it up out of courtesy?

Anyway, You should have probably told him that you don't really eat prey. Not that often anyway; you definitely weren't hungry enough right now.

"Do you mind if I...?" He touched the corner of my mouth. You told him again, no, go ahead. He parted your lips carefully with his fingers, with the confidence and expertise of a dentist, he inspected your teeth. He pressed down on their points; you heard him hum, as if in confirmation. A practiced eye could tell a predator by the teeth. The canines tended to be longer, yours weren't, but your other teeth were of a certain thickness and sharpness that was indicative of a predator; your molars had a pointedness, similar to a dog's. Supposedly, this would help in holding down on prey as it was eaten.

You felt his fingers graze overtop of them, and you salivated at the taste. When he removed his hands, you closed your mouth and swallowed.

"Look," you said, "I'm not all that hungry. Well, not that kind of hungry"

"Your body is ready for prey" He explained, "You haven't eaten in a couple weeks at least."

"I just had lunch a few hours ago."

"I mean, you haven't eaten prey. I've been with you almost every day this year, and although you might be able to hide it well, I know it's been a while."

You can still taste his flesh on your teeth, you lick your teeth and swallow again.

"Sorry," he said, sounding genuine, "you're probably going to feel pretty hungry in a minute. but if you don't want prey, I have regular food in my fridge - or I can uber something if you want-"

"Why would I be hungry?" You did feel a little hungry now. But not... not that hungry...

"I mean," He started sheepishly, "the belly rub; your stomach is awake now, and your small intestine is empty too."

"Okay-"

"- and the hands in your mouth thing; you've had a taste of prey now, so your body's going to start preparing to consume that."

hmm.

"And talking about eating - specifically talking about eating prey, it can kind of help with releasing those predator hormones that come out before you consume prey."

He continues, "not to mention, we were walking around the park all day, that amount of exercise will also, um, stimulate appetite."

"You've got this down to a science," you say.

He smiles, but tries to hide it, "yeah, sorry. Yeah, I guess I do. But it's not like that-"

"You said you have food?"

He shows you to the kitchen

You go into his fridge, and take out a stick of celery. you crunch on it aggressively, like you're biting apart someone's arm. It falls into your stomach sadly, and you feel an angry clench in your middle. It doesn't want that kind of food anymore.

You feel a little light-headed, a little dizzy, your gaze snaps back to this guy. He caused this, it's his fault.

he looks a little scared as you glare at him. Good. You feel a swell of pride or righteous justice, but then you feel sad. You like him, you don't want to scare him. You don't want to mess this up. but he's the one that messed it up

"What made you so sure that I wouldn't eat you?" You ask

He opens his mouth, but seems lost for words. He whispers "please don't...?"

There's a reason you don't often engage with your predatory side; it's very hard for you to control.

He didn't know that, but should this be a mistake that costs his life? Your stomach is growling now, you put a hand over it, to silence it or comfort it.

"Do you have prey?" You ask through gritted teeth, "Besides yourself?"

"Yes! Yes," He says, "I'll be right back." He rushes off, almost quick enough for you to want to chase after him. But you stay where you are, your hand now gripping the countertop because it's the only thing keeping you in place

three people enter the room, it's him and someone you know to be his friend. The third person you do not know

your predator brain immediately feels excitement. three entire prey! all for you to eat up. You could run to the front door and lock it, then you could chase down each one of them - it would be so much food.

You remind yourself that you aren't even capable of eating that much. You try to be more present in the moment, you realise that someone had asked you something, but you weren't paying attention.

One of the prey speaks, "Never mind, I'll see you later," they say to each other. Then one prey walks out of the front door. You feel disappointed - you should have locked it. Now there are only two of them. Still, you've never eaten two at once.

One of them approaches you. you feel adrenaline building as they get closer - it's not even running away.

But no, no, this is not the one you're supposed to eat. "Are you alright?" He asks.

You can't even begin to broach the question. "I'm hungry," you respond, which is true. More true than the words can express.

He nods. With more confidence than he should have, he takes your arm, and guides you into the living room.

Soon, the prey's hands are in your mouth. You're gulping them down ravenously, animalistically. You haven't consumed prey in a long while; it's good to be back.

"good, eat, eat up" he says gently

As you swallow, you feel a relief from the mania of hunger. Your anger dissipates too, somewhat.

Him encouraging you feels good; in the past, people have ran away in fear. But he stays by you, even helping push the prey down your throat when you get stuck.

It's a lot, eating prey. it's a big mission. You feel your unaccustomed stomach stretch many times past it's usual capacity, it's shocking to your mind, but it happens. You feel your whole being sigh and melt as the prey sinks into your tummy. Your observer isn't quick enough to help you as you fall to the ground, unused to the new weight

He kneels beside you, saying some kind of affirmation

Do you still want to eat him? You feel the exploding fullness of your stomach. You have to breathe shallowly, because the prey is squashed against your lungs. No, this is quite enough.

He helps you up onto the couch chair that you were seated on before all this started. Now the lunch you had earlier has been completely pushed aside by this new, finer meal.

Each breath you take is difficult. Inhaling causes your stomach to just feel even tighter. You give yourself a moment to try to adjust. You will, eventually.

He's watching you lying there, apprehension still fidgeting in his eyebrows. You reach out for his hand, and you put it on top of your stomach. He smooths his hand over your skin and you can't help but wheeze.

A belly massage feels much different now. Every bit of pressure causes electricity that courses through the entire shape of your stomach, and that flows into your whole body, flushing into your limbs, and sedating you.

It's relaxing, he knows what he's doing, you can tell, with the way he dances with the contours of your abdomen. You hear him sigh with relief as you relax, as he says, "there's a good pred, just relax and digest now."

Right, you forgot. You blink your eyes open and place your hands on each side of your middle. You do have a unique ability, which is that your stomach is happy to hold the prey inside it without digesting, for a few hours at least, until it gets restless, then it will start on it's own unless you specifically resist. It's kind of lucky for you, because although you aren't great at stopping yourself from consuming prey once you get it into your head that you should, you do at least have a window of opportunity where you can reverse the decision, which is not something everyone can say for themselves.

But anyway, since you want to get this prey digested sooner rather than later, you think you should get started now. You watch the gentle movements of the prey inside your stomach. You stroke back and forth gently, and then you sigh and give your stomach permission.

Nothing happens. You frown. You look up at the observer. He doesn't seem to be aware of the situation. He notices you looking at him and tilts his head.

"My stomach doesn't want to digest," you explain

"Oh! interesting," he says. "I guess you don't have to?"

"No," you say, "I want to."

He gives you a confused look. You sigh.

"I don't know, it's being stubborn. It might take a while."

"So your stomach can like, purposefully delay digesting?"

"Yeah, I mean, look, the prey isn't really moving around at all; if I was digesting them, there'd be a lot more wriggling - you know."

"yeah, you're right." he says inquisitively, "I've never heard of this happening before."

"It's fine, it'll happen eventually."

"Alright, you can just relax then, no need to digest," he pats your stomach supportively.

He goes back to massaging your stomach, which does feel good. Your eyelids become heavy, and you yawn. He asks you if you want to go to bed; he has a spare bedroom now, you can sleep in a proper bed if you need. No, you assure him, it's alright for now. You do ask him to dim the lights though, which he does.

He presses into your belly again, kneading into the solid form inside in a uniquely pleasing manner. You can't help but grin slightly. Your predator brain is chuffed. a good belly rub is something it enjoys very much. It likes to be fed, and it likes to be attended to. You scrunch your toes. You feel warm and fuzzy. He's treating you very well.

You put your attention on the specific place where his hand glides over your skin, you follow the movements and patterns, it's like listening to music. you feel his hand on your skin, the warmth, you feel the prey pressed against the taut walls of your stomach. you think about how he is in a way, really rubbing against the prey, and your skin is just the thing between. But the idea of him rubbing on the prey, to help encourage the stomach to digest - he's rubbing against the prey to help break it down, really. He's trying to get you to digest it. He's probably using techniques that he knows will be the most effective for digestion.

For some reason, this thought is what convinces your stomach. A glowing feeling of heat starts under your skin. You groan softly. You melt deeper into the chair. A few moments later and your prey starts to get agitated. you smile as you imagine your stomach acids being released with each desperate kick against the walls of your tummy. It's ironic really. You feel a funny tickle inside, and a bit pressure that turns into a careless belch.

You had a long road ahead of you, though, suddenly you were exhausted by the task ahead.

"Oh, good for you," your observer notes, "you've started digesting haven't you?"

You grunt an mhmm.

"I think I'll get you into bed if you don't mind, to get you more comfortable."

That sounds good now, so you agree. Carefully, he guides you to your feet. You lean on him heavily, but he does alright. You feel your belly sag against your legs, and it swags gently as you walk, gurgling as the liquids are now swished around. You get to the bed, and lie down like it's the first time you've ever known the comfort of a mattress.

The observer helps put the blankets over you. "I think you could use a nap," he noticed, "but I'll be here when you wake up."

He brings you a glass of water, and turns the lights off, leaving you with your prey, which you curl up around deviously, eager to break them down for nutrients.

A part of you wants to think about the implications of this situation, and what your relationship with the observer has now become. But your predator brain hushes you and urges you into sleep. Your stomach needs it's moment to digest. You'll deal with the rest later

#long ass story?? for my standards #tw vore #digestion #v/ore #implied digestion #vore fic #fatal vore #vore digestion #soft vore #vore writing #v.ore #hunger #hunger kink #cw hunger #tw hunger #pred pov #voreblr

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sexswansworld · 2 months

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I really want to take somebody into like an abandoned building and chase them the fuck down, you know? It’s so much more scary that way, neither of us know the layout, you won’t know where any hiding places are, I’ll get frustrated trying to find you and it’ll only make me more determined, and then I fuck you into the floor when I finally catch you. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

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sinningtamer · 5 months

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You don't think they're loosing on purpose, do you?

[ this is kink art! don't reblog to SFW/fandom blogs]

#soft vore #belly kink #same size vore #male pred #pred #hermitvore #<- does anyone use that tag still #i had this idea since i saw the ytz design lololol #not for a request but knowing the ones i DO have i think you guys will still like this #he worked his ass off and ended up really skinny by the time he finished the course #so naturally... as a reward for his efforts...#you get the idea #tngtk #hrmtcrft

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synthesized-man · 9 days

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Finally committing to making that NSWF blog I've been thinking about. All of my friends know what I'm into at this point. If one of them happens to stumble across this its none of my business.

#v/ore #v0re #v.ore #my hungry ass could not work in an office #soft vore #vore art #male pred vore #december pepsi vore #pepsi universe vore

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ivoredthebirthdayboy · 1 year

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Git gud

#male vore #gay vore #same size vore #male pred #ass vore

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cyvorg · 2 years

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My big gal Black Momba will give Judah and Kûn'ta a better childhood. One that they deserve. She will be their new mama

You motherfuckers better cut it out, I think y’all are just ganging up on me to make me fucking bawl my eyes out, because yes I’m bawling my eyes out I worship the ground Momma Momba walks on khkhkgkh

#my babies #this will be the death of me #thank you baby I’m not crying #no i am not alright #attack damage +100 #on my soul #this is too heartwarming for my soul #knocking me on my ass #black momba #kûn'ta #judah #baby preds #yautja #predator #oc

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xxhaziisvorescribblesiii · 3 days

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FUCK OFF WHBSHCSHVCSUIJSCSUIHGF

IF MY FUCKING STOMACH DOES NOT SHUT UP THIS PRECISE FRAGMENT OF TIME THEN I WILL FUCKING CRY LKHGSIUVSGDU

ALSO @astros-3vil-zpac3-l4ir STOP BULLYING ME ABOUT IT

this is why i like blasting music.

#hazii is speaking #hazii screams into the abyss #hazii is a fucking shy ass pred #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #nonsexual tummy #sfw tummy

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addictedtofunandmagic · 7 months

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Pretend

[Part 1]

CW: mention of vore, tiny being trapped in a mouth

(Please don't interact with this blog if vore makes you uncomfortable)

(English is not my first language)

Of course, i knew this day might come! Just... didnt expect it to happen so soon. Every once a year our tribe sends one person as a sacrifice to the forest beast, the generous but violent creature, who grants us succesfull hunting, and who, as the legend says, taught first people on the land how to make spears and bows. Its been like that for decades and its nothing new, but..

- Why, why me ... its not fair, its just not fair - i howled through my teeth.

Walking cautiously through forest, my eyes fixated on the dark silhouettes of trees. Through rapid fearful heartbeats and unbearable thoughts i struggled to focuse on sounds, trying to make out the signs of its appearence. As far, nothing, not a single leaf moved. Clenching poncho in one hand and holding my frog mask by the eye soccet i jogged through the forest, jumping at every sound, untill i ran out of breath and fell to my knees, looking down and panting heavily. Maybe the beast had vanished from this place. Previous times not long after a person been sent to the forest screams of terror could be heard, with the sound of something giant tearing through trees and one time tribe even witnessed a dark, furry arm stretching from the tree and unpatiently grabbing his sacrifice, shoving it into his mouth and swallowing hard, before disappearing. This memories made me nauseos.

The sound of a trembling leafs from above ripped me out of thoughts, making me tilt my head back. I could feel the blood draining from my face and the scream, stuck somewhere in my throat. Above, at almost the top of the tree was hanging a huge tarantula spider, with bright yellow pattern on his dark legs and what is the most terrifying, something resembling a human upper part, with deformed four eyed face and four arms, also covered in some kind of dark thick hair. It just stared at me widely with its greyish-blue eyes, looking amused and ... a little excited.

Upon noticing me staring back it crawled down from the tree and i jumped, trying to get away on weak legs.

- Oh! I didnt mean to scare you, little frog, come here.

Suddenly spoke creature, and i turned in confusion. Now the 15 ft tall monster was sitting with its six spider legs pressed under its body and two more, right below its human part, reaching out as if asking for a hug, excitment still lingering in creature's eyes. After i didn't move he made a cautious step closer and slowly moved one of his legs forward, as if to check how close can he be without scaring me off.

- Dont be so timit, i wont hurt you

He said with a soft, breathy voice. Old people, who happend to meet forest spirit before, always described him as loud and hostile, with a voice that can shake the whole forest. A man-spider standing in front of me was nothing alike. I took a small step closer, feeling safe enough to try and get myself out of this situation, and placed my hands on his leg, drowning them in surpisingly soft fur. This was enough for him to completely drop the act. In a second i got scooped by all four hands and pressed against his chest, before he jumped back on a tree and climbed up. I screamed and pushed him to get away but he only raised me to be in front of his face and before i could focuse stuffed me face front into his mouth, closing his lips around my waist. I took a few breaths before letting out another scream, as he moved his tounge and tilted his head slightly to suck the rest of my body in. As i kept slipping closer and closer to his throat he bent his head and moved his tonge until i was turned around and then ... nothing. I could feel that he was still moving but now much slower, and his tonge was lightly pressing me against the roof of his mouth every couple minutes, when he needed to swallow saliva, keeping me from slipping down. Even if i wasn't small enough to fully fit in his mouth and my feet were halfway in his throat, which was surely unpleasant for him.

-O-okay mister big spider... where are you taking me?

Not like he could aswer, so i just had to wrap my hands around his slick tonge and wait.

After some time i felt gravity shift as he got down on his knees and bend over, before releasing me from his mouth and coughing. I immediately got up and punched him in the small eye under the bigger one. He yelped but kept his face on the ground with his eyes shut tightly, while i still tried to fight out of frustration, while making angry sounds through my teeth. After a couple minutes it started to get awkward so the man-spider collected himself to speak

-I know, i deserve it, but that's enough

He picked me up by my armpits with his two fingers and placed a couple meters away from him. I crossed my hands on my chest, still soaked in saliva, gladly he couldnt see how scared i actually was through the mask. He chuckled.

-Sorry, maybe i shouldnt have just stolen you like that, your frog family probably searches for you

-My ... what?

He tilted his head with puzzled expression

-Your ... frog family?

I stared at him, only now starting to understand the situation, which didn't make it easier or anyhow better for me. He genuinely thought i was a frog, an over-sized amphibian. Seems like i did a good job carving this mask from wood.

-I dont think my frog family misses me, just ... tell me what i am here for

He blushed and looked away, visibly struggling to find words, with his pointy ears pressed to his head.

- Well ... I was watching one of my species when i was a kid, and they had this little frogs! ... i always wanted one too bu-

- Wait! There are others?!

I yelped, staring at him wide eyed. He blinked stupidly, before chuckling again and slightly closing his eyes, as if i said something funny.

- No no no, i mean little ones, small spiders

- So, it means?

- I saw you there and...

-You decided to steal me.

-Yes

-And then pulled this stupid move with trapping me in your mouth

-Yes ma'am

-And for what?!

I snapped.

- I just wanted a friend, okay? - he snapped back. - I acted childish just grabbing you like that and if you want i will take you back now!

I thought for a moment, no one ever returned before after being sacrificed, and i just knew my people will take it as a bad omen, so i will eather be killed or kicked out forever.

I looked up and the man spider, his ears still pressed to his head, brows furrowed and two eyes closed, while other two are looking down, he was loudly and shortly exhaling in frustration, like a little kid, which i found adorable in a way. Maybe i dont mind playing along.

#g/t #g/t community #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore #they are my favorite #looks like he could kill you - is actually very sweet #arachnid vore #giant tiny #my boy is huge #his ass is not good at hunting #prey can see him from a kilometer #there is too much tags #i love tags #female prey #male pred

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cowardlysimon · 1 year

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More pred ,Jervis !!!!!!

idk why he ate Eddie, make something up :p

BEFORE I GO HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW BATMAN SUIT CUZ WHAT THE HELL 😭😭

literally So ugly I had to show y'all

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scarlettaagni · 2 years

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i think any successful portrayal of a Yautja should be at least a little bit babygirl.

most importantly, handling things like they’re wearing secretary acrylics, but babygirl is much more than grabbing objects like your nails are still drying

they’re very macho toxic masculinity aliens. but Yautja just have to be some percentage sexy covergirl on a pulp sci-fi novel. for the camp.

#im watching that video that replaces MKX models with the MKX Pred #and he's performing all their fatalities #and you can tell which animations were for women the way he swaggles his hips and shoulders #him doing kitana's lil ass out while eviscerating an opponent is very city hunter-esque #nerd stuff #predator #yautja

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voregeoise · 1 year

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I am cold, uncomfy and tired. Are any of y'all kind and hungry enough to help remedy this issue?

#appetizers #my pred ass thinking prey thoughts? more likely than you think.#i would much prefer resting in tummy than bed #tummy cozy warm and soft #bed is not #vood has struck #vore shitpost

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benjaminthewolf · 2 years

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Carver (Dead Space) Lol

I’m actually super proud at how this one turned out. I think I’m finally figuring out how to get these trade stories done quick while keeping them up to par with my other stories.

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“ISAAC! LOOK OUT IT'S THE SNOW BEAST!”

“I-what-OW! NO! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

To be completely honest, there was probably no other enemy around these parts that Isaac and Carver hated more than the snow beast. Just like pretty much every other one of the hostile creatures in the area, that stupid thing seemed to have a lust for blood that could only be comparable to that of Mr. Krabs’ the moment he first became addicted to ketamine.

Unlike all the other enemies, however, this arachnid-esque monster actually possessed something that you could potentially label as a single somewhat functioning brain cell, and as a result, knew when it was far too injured and needed to retreat, making finally dragging that thing six feet under a rather arduous task for the two men as such.

What was perhaps even more arduous though, was the fact that because of the snow beast’s behavior, they were pretty much forced by circumstance to constantly keep themselves on their toes, for if they ever let their guard down for just one sliver of a moment, then if it came to be that they happened to get jumped in that time, the fight was pretty much already lost the second before it would even start.

Rather unfortunately for Isaac though, as it had been quite some time since he or Carver caught any sign of the thing’s presence whatsoever, he had begun to assume that at this point, it wasn’t going to come back anymore, and that, you see, was exactly why he had ended up in the situation he was currently in.

“GODDAMMIT ISAAC I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET DOWN YOUR GUARD!” Carver aggressively spat down at the now unconscious body of his teammate, whilst furiously blazing his ammunition at the snow beast’s body before it was able to bring to compilation its currently unfinished job. “SHIT, MAN…I GOTTA FINISH THIS THING OFF RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR ELSE IT'S JUST GONNA COME BACK AND GET ME WHILST I’M TENDING TO YOUR WOUNDS!”

Carver gave a bit of a low growl whilst reaching back to grab a futuristic, knife-like device out of video game hammerspace. Not wasting any more time messing around with this thing, Carver almost immediately plunged the knife deep into the snow beast’s head, causing it to let out an extremely pained squeal, before proceeding to drag it backwards towards its abdomen, making it “bleed” out faster, and rapidly disintegrating any chance it had of running away as such. The snow beast gave one final cry before it finally collapsed to the floor, all its precious life juices slowly leaking out of it, whilst the last slivers of its consciousness continued to fade away.

For a while, Carver just stood there breathing. “Man…” he let himself softly wheeze out as he bent down onto his knees in order to examine Isaac’s still unconscious form. “...alright yeah he’s out cold. I’m just gonna have to heal him now and then explain myself once he wakes up.”

Thus, placing his knife back into video game hammerspace whilst simultaneously bringing out a shrinking device, Carver placed the thing nicely onto Isaac’s body, before proceeding to press the button, and merely allowing the device to do its business of bringing poor Isaac down to a more manageable size.

Giving a soft “*pft*” noise as he picked up his buddy from the ground, Carver casually took a few steps to the right before plopping himself down and leaning back against a rock, tiny Isaac in hand, in order to begin the process of bringing him down into his healing stomach, which instead of breaking down whatever entered it, could build it back up instead.

Carver was just about ready to unravel his helmet, open up his maw, and place the injured man inside, before Isaac suddenly began to move, naturally making the larger man halt for a second, as his now shrunken friend at last woke up, wriggling around slightly in his fist before coughing a few times and finally giving a groan as he flickered open his eyes.

“Hey…what the…where am I?-oh.”

Having gone through a complete mini roller coaster of emotions upon trying to figure out where he was, Isaac let out a considerably relieved sigh upon finding himself safe and sound with his buddy Carver once more. For the first few seconds, however, neither man had absolutely any idea what they should say next, and especially not Isaac. Though he most certainly trusted his teammate, he quite simply had absolutely zero clue as to why he had chosen to shrink him in the moment considering the situation. Still, he knew there had to be a reason, and whilst he viciously racked his brain for any potential answer to this question, all of a sudden, said answer practically slapped him right smack dab in the face as a low, audible rumbling noise echoed its way out from Carver’s midsection, and straight into Isaac’s brain as a result.

Seeing just how flustered the larger man had gotten because of this, Isaac thus decided to slather his upcoming sentence with a healthy bout of teasing, as now that he knew what Carver was planning to do, he just could not help but gently mock the poor guy for it as a result.

“Heh, gonna send me on down to that specially augmentated stomach of yours, huh Carver? Looks like you finally got an excuse to use that thing, don’t ya? I mean, yeah, it was a good idea and all…but come on buddy, I think we all know what you were really going after when you first proposed the idea to our doc, so don’t even bother trying to hide it, okay?”

You could practically see the embarrassment on poor Carver’s being through his helmet, as within the metallic confines of the thing, he was growing redder than a tomato. Knowing, however, that Isaac still needed to be healed regardless of his current emotions, Carver swiftly shook his head, let in and out a sigh in order to get ahold of himself once more, and at last, pushed the button on his suit that caused his helmet to open up, leaving him able as a result to place Isaac inside his maw. The still chuckling tiny just couldn’t help but lightheartedly roll his eyes as Carver began to silently bring him closer in, before finally laying him down on the tongue, retracting his fingers from the area, and closing his maw at last.

Letting out a rather pleased sigh whilst squishing his face deep into Carver’s tongue, the shrunken futuristic man began to gently rub his head and hands around the surface of the slick, smooth muscle whilst contentedly soaking up its heat, before all of a sudden, the roof of the maw lifted up, causing the tongue to follow suit. Isaac knew this meant he was going to be sliding into Carver’s gullet pretty soon, since the larger man on the outside was rather keen on getting his friend down to where he could actually be healed, however Isaac also knew that before he exited this area of his partner’s digestive tract, there was one more thing he wanted to do.

Carver on the outside wasn’t really sure what the weird sensation was at first. All he knew was that he had sent Isaac sliding down the back of his tongue towards the gullet, and that the tiny man’s head should be lodged inside his throat right about now in preparation for the swallow. He was rather quick to realize, however, that Isaac had seemingly decided he wanted to give his larger buddy’s uvula a great big hug beforehand, the light squeezing causing Carver to blush just a little, before Isaac on the inside gave the large, dangling sack a nuzzle with his head, let go at last, and practically dived head-first into the gullet. This, of course, caused Carver on the outside to almost immediately swallow out of pure instincts, leaving him just a little bit annoyed with Isaac as a result, though this feeling swiftly went away as the moment passed, leaving Carver only able to sigh in now contented acknowledgement that Isaac was on his way to his stomach, and place a hand over his ever-waiting midsection as a result.

Isaac, meanwhile, was more preoccupied with focussing on the throat muscles’ undulating squelches as they pushed against his body than anything else, the warm, squishy walls practically massaging his being full-force as he continued his way down. The moment Carver’s heartbeat became audible, Isaac knew he was almost all the way there, and thus began the process of waiting for the lower esophageal sphincter to come into view so he may know when exactly he was going to enter the stomach.

Carver on the outside had all but gotten over his previous bouts of embarrassment at this point, and was now lightly smiling as he calmly drummed his fingers over his stomach area in preparation for Isaac’s arrival, whilst Isaac on the inside was finally able to see the lower esophageal sphincter come into view, as well as pick up the low-pitched gurgling ambiance of the organ as it growled away inside of the larger man’s body. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation the moment they were free from the esophagus' constricting confines, Isaac did a kind of half-somersault in the air as he plunged deep down into the harmless healing acids within, the goopy, pink organ naturally picking up its churning as it sensed the tiny man’s arrival.

Carver, too, was able to sense Isaac’s arrival due to him feeling a sudden heavy weight in his guts that could only be due to the tiny man’s presence, causing him to give a rather pleased nod of acknowledgement as a result. Calmly patting over his guts as Isaac shuffled his way over to the walls, in spite of the technical physical barriers between them, neither Carver nor Isaac had ever felt so close to the other before right now.

Isaac proceeded to start rubbing his hands along Carver’s stomach walls as he squished his form deep into its shifting, flexible form, allowing his being to take in all its warmth and white noise as such. He was also able to feel the healing acids at work as they seeped their way into the open wound upon Isaac’s side, and though that meant exposing the broken area of his suit to liquids, this futuristic technology was pretty much liquid-resistant, so Isaac didn’t need to worry about that bit at all.

For the time being, all the tiny man had to do was sit back, relax, and let the acids do their thing as the great, growling stomach continued to churn and gurgle around him. Carver on the outside, in a rather similar manner, was only able to lean himself against the rock he had sat down by, whilst keeping one hand over his guts as yet another layer of protection for Isaac inside.

Carver was suddenly able to feel something rising up within his throat, and though he did have but a singular moment of panic where he thought it might’ve been Isaac, as soon as the great echoing belch escaped from his maw and reverberated around the area, Carver calmed down. Letting out one last sigh whilst gently patting over his middle, the futuristic military man couldn’t help but, for the moment, feel whole once more as his little buddy within continued to soak up his stomach’s healing warmth inside of his being.

Forget the overall mission they had, for the time being, this was enough. Carver let out a great yawn as his eyelids began to grow heavy. He could feel his body beginning to shut down as he gently slid down a little against the rock, and steadily closed his eyes. For the time being, he was both physically and emotionally full, and, for the time being, that was all that mattered.

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