the opposite of the trope where a pred wakes up w a full stomach, confused as to why

a pred falls asleep after eating prey, but when they wake up, it's completely gone, and they notice this. where did it go?

did they just digest it so quickly and thoroughly that it has no trace left? But surely they'd still feel something inside them

did they let the prey go? Maybe, but they don't remember doing that. Sometimes the pred might wake up late at night, do something while they're still half asleep, and then go back to bed, forgetting about it. But spitting up their prey would surely wake them up more.

Maybe the prey escaped on it's own, or someone helped. But then it's the same question: why wouldn't the pred wake up or remember? Are they really such a deep sleeper?

the pred looks around their house, like they were searching for a pet spider that escaped it's tank. there was nothing to be found. There was no signs of struggle, the doors were locked.

This would be a mystery that would haunt the pred forever. But for now they wanted breakfast

Love, love, love it when a pred is kind of... Maybe not necessarily harshly... But thoroughly rubbing and massaging their full stomach.

The force of their rubbing is enough to make it slosh and groan. The movements make it hard for the prey to move or retaliate at all; instead, they have to deal with stomach walls being pushed into them over and over again.

Of course, any complaints or protests the prey makes falls on deaf ears. The pred is much too busy, massaging their full gut. It feels too good to stop... And all of the noises their stomach makes is just the cherry on top.

imagine, if you will, a sleepy morning. you and your partner are laying in bed, cuddling softly. your head is on their tummy, and you're happily dozing the morning away. you notice your pillow is getting noisy though, all sorts of gurgles and growls coming out of it. you tell your partner they need to go get breakfast, but they're too cozy and you're too cuddly to get up. but their tummy is just getting louder. you sleepily suggest they could eat you

surprisingly they seem to consider, looking down at you. it would solve their problem of being hungry, not wanting to get out of bed, and wanting to cuddle you. they shrug, grab you under your armpits and start gulping you down

it all happened so fast you almost don't register it. but soon enough your head is in their esophagus and they're working your shoulders into their mouth. you wriggle a little bit, more in annoyance that they didn't ask you first before giving up and relaxing, letting them quickly gobble you up

you curl up on their stomach, feeling them shift around on the bed before eventually settling down. already their belly is making different, much more content sounds now that it was full. as you start to drift off you hear their snoring adding to the symphony of noises surrounding you

a same-size pred and a macro/micro pred but they’re boyfriends and tease each other about their chosen prey

Getting too close to a hungry centaur girl in her stable and yelping in surprise as she suddenly gulps me down, sending me first to her too tight, cramped human stomach, only to push me down with a big GLUT into her much more spacious horse gut...

Moaning from inside as I dangle and wobble along her undercarriage, sloshing gently in the slimy, snug space...

A farmhand would come to check up on her, and he'd see her big bulging belly and ask, "Woah! What did you eat?"

Only for her to give him an awkward, silent stare, as my muffled moaning gets a bit louder, and he sees my imprints along the gut.

"Don't worry," she'd huff. "It wasn't anyone important..."

*gworrgle....*

for the art ask, what about a vampire laying on his obviously prey stuffed belly and taking a nap?

man, ive just started getting really into vampires again and this was the perfect opportunity to make a vampire oc. currently unnamed vamp boy, definitely giving him a werewolf boyfriend!!

(also i know hes not completely asleep, i just struggled to make a sleeping pose look good D:)

Hm, something odd about that farmer boy who just moved to town. I swear it seems like his appearance changes sometimes. Like he's bigger, sharper, he's always... off.

I happened to see him from my window - certainly not spying or anything - he was fishing, and he'd just caught one of some kind, not something I would be able to identify. It was one of those times where he looked different, I can never place what it is exactly. With his other catches, he dropped them into a cooler, but this one he hesitated, eyeing his surroundings. I don't know what he was looking for, but no one else was outside - only I would witness what he did next.

With an urgent swiftness, he had that fish halfway past his lips, and mind you, this was no mere mackerel, but some other large aquatic inhabitant. I could only stare in shock, with some other unknowable emotions brewing in my chest, while I watched that fish disappear into the farmer.

Since then, I can't help but notice his odd glances towards my fellow villagers. He doesn't know I saw him that day, but I'm not sure there's reason to fear if he did. The farmer is strange but kind - I have hope that he won't harm anyone despite his growing agitation. His efforts in the town speak not of a monster.

Growing closer to the farmer wouldn't cloud my judgment - surely I began this friendship in order to investigate his oddness, but he reciprocated in turn. There's no harm in befriending this creature that the farmer is, often I find myself drinking into the night with him as company, surely there is nothing to fear from him.

Right?

Everyone talks about the vulnerability that comes with being the prey, but what about vulnerability on the side of pred?

I know that it’s not very original, but like,, an inexperienced pred asking that their prey be gentle with them. It’s even better if said prey is semi-unwilling; they have this friend (pred), with an urge that they so desperately need to fulfill, and that they want to help them with. But do they want to get eaten? Not really. And the idea that they have to be as careful as they do, both before and after having been eaten alive, isn’t exactly appealing, either.

Or, alternatively, a pred so uncomfortably full that they’re left at the mercy of the observer. They could also just be alone, of course, but that doesn’t make them any less vulnerable. They’re tired, with a limited sense of mobility (depending on the size of the prey), and wouldn’t a nap sound good right about now? But they can’t, not at this time, and it’s deeply frustrating. Or worrying, even, depending on the circumstances.

What a thought.

LOUD digestion is the best. You can see handprints along the pred's stomach, and bulges as their meal squirms - and then, you hear it.

Loud groans and gurgles. Everything to indicate that the pred's belly is doing its job. Each groan, each gurgle, each WHINE... All for the prey within. As the pred rubs and gropes at their belly, the organ sloshes too - just another signifier of how they're working on their meal.

Soon enough, they'll be nothing more than a small, round swell in the pred's lower gut. After that? They'll be a new layer of padding on their body - hips, thighs, belly.

Right now, though? It's just the loud cacophony of sounds from their stomach... A choir that will continue for hours.

How long had it been since they were swallowed? Hours?

Time was hard to tell in the dark, humid depths they were trapped in. The heat and constant smothering movements of the stomach around them were exhausting, and they were too tired to put up a fight. Unable to sleep either, they opted to simply lay and get as comfortable as they could as the organ all-too-eagerly worked around them.

Just a quick snack, just until I can find something to tide me over...

Those were the last words spoken to them before they were eaten. They were beginning to wonder if they meant that. From somewhere up above beyond the constant thrum of their heartbeat, they could hear the voice of their predatory captor. Though the voice of whoever they were speaking to was almost inaudible over the content gurgles and glorps of the stomach surrounding them, the tone seemed rather casual for someone who was starving beforehand...

Sluggishly, they kicked at the wall of muscle cradling them. Their captor did not notice, yet their stomach responded with a low burble and more consistent kneading. Sighing and settling back into the small pool of gastric juices, they dozed as they waited for...something.

i love the inevitability of being eaten by a giant. the second he picks you up and licks his lips its like ... ok, how the fuck are you going to get out of this.

bite him? he'll drop you and you go splat on the ground.

kicking, squirming, or punching does absolutely nothing because hes, like, ten times your size.

you could try to talk to him and appeal to whatever sense of morality has led to him seeing you as a snack, but what are the chances he can even hear you? and what weight does your voice carry -- you're literally sitting in his hand.

then you're dangled over his mouth, and your options get significantly lower, because now if you try to fight back and he drops you, you're going straight down his throat.

...

maybe you could give him indigestion?

I want to be hypnotized by a cute monster girl and led (un)willingly to my fate as a big fat gurgly bulge in her gut

ahem... so... mad scientists :) i need more of them in my life please

mad scientists who get so lost in their tinkering and scheming that they forget to eat for 2 days straight, and during a fight with a hero they have to pause because the hero is just concerned for them, being able to hear their tummy growling the whole time.

alternatively: mad scientists going hungry after getting absorbed in their work, only for them to devour the hero instead of using the weapon they spent all that time making (disappointing, but an interesting revelation!).

mad scientists testing their own chemical formulae on themselves to a range of different effects. honestly this is applicable to like every kink please i need it.

to build off the last: mad scientists whose self-tested formulae transforms them into something more than human, an ex-human eldritch beast that has so much knowledge of human biology and chemistry, now hosting an insatiable craving for what they once were (i actually love this i wanna write more for this damn)

mad scientists that have a shrink ray malfunction and end up towering over their lab, seeing the opportunity of destroying the hero base themselves (and possibly enjoying a heroic snack) a more fun way to take out their opposers.

lets not forget the aesthetics- an otherwise spotless lab, covered in spilled beakers and erlenmeyer flasks- broken glass oozing with a concoction only one person could know the effects of. highly impractical goggles resting above ravenous eyes, flashy, flowing lab coats and button-downs pushed aside to make way for a bulging belly- filled up with a co-worker who knew too much, and/or an ex-subject perhaps? whatever it was, it better hope that this (unlicensed) doctor spares some mercy- their mortality rate was always on the high side...

tummies with glowy internals 🤝 tummies with fluffy internals