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Bianca and Cesar my beloved~
Bianca and Cesar
Its Bianca and Cesar! Two characters from @voraciousvore's story(s) Bigcorp and its sequels! despite what this picture depicts, its actually mainly a M/f story, but that doesn't mean she doesn't play any role in the story!
The story does have v0re as well as other mature themes though, so if that doesn't seem to be your thing, don't complain to me or her about it, just don't read it. Still, just because the story has vore, doesn't mean my acc will ever post vore so if it bugs you don't worry bout that!
#even though my girl is in her 'cruel royal princess' era right now in giganterra#shes still a queen for that character development#the road to self improvement is coming for her#i hope she will walk down it!!
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yess new beth content! new Start of an Empire! aaah I hope this means new chapter is soon >>.>>
sorry if you've answered this before, but what's the general prey - pred percentage in TSOAE?
I don't think i have! You might be the first to ask about the world building in The Start of an Empire!
Let's see. Well. Predators are a subsection of a species of Giants. For the Giants I would say for every 1 giant, there is about..... 500 humans? So Giants make up 0.2% of the population.
For predators, they are a percentage of those giants. And I would say that for every 20 giants there is 1 predator.
So for every 10,000 humans there is 1 predator.
So predators are 0.01% of the total population.
A giant on its own isn't that uncommon, but a predator is quite rare. (Though people who don't know better might think all giants are predators simply due to the amount of attention a pred giant can get)
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Mwahahahaha YESS! fem pred AND its SFW!
NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS-
they are my beloved
mmmhm yummy
Preds who get reverse comforted <3 gosh, like no: "YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER!!" RIGHT in their face. gotta be one of my favorite things.
this is my first time posting vore!! very nervous, let me know what you think!
#like#i feel like 90% of the SFW wholesome vore on tumblr is male pred#not hating#i love male pred as well#read lots of stories with it but...#wheres my fem pred appreciation!?#theres like#none#no long running stories that i can see that are SFW fem pred#hell theres barely even 1 shots#someone needs to fix this smh...
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ooooh wow! pretty art! i LOVE the fish you used for Danny! orange is peak fish design mmmhmm!
Mermay Day 7: Breakfast
Unfortunately for Danny, Christopher's not the only one in the ocean who sees her as tasty.
Fortunately for Danny, there's always a bigger fish. And now they both get breakfast!
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Mermay prompt courtesy of @mossypidder
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NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS-
they are my beloved
mmmhm yummy
Preds who get reverse comforted <3 gosh, like no: "YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER!!" RIGHT in their face. gotta be one of my favorite things.
this is my first time posting vore!! very nervous, let me know what you think!
#wholesome vore#gt vore#g/t vore#giantess vore#female pred#v0re#soft vore#safe vore#extreme cuddling#comfort vore#nonsexual vore#sfw vore
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oh my gosh THIS is sooo good! literally top 3 favorite dynamics in vore omg. unsafe but non-fatal wholesome vore is *mwah*
A wlw pred/prey couple who are just extremely soft and trusting with each other and who are both working through different issues related to their nature.
The prey has trauma about being eaten. She’s had bad experiences with a lot of preds she’s encountered— they treat her like a piece of meat and take delight in her suffering, and they seem all too eager to push her past the breaking point. She’s narrowly escaped being digested and she still has graphic, gorey nightmares about dying alone in some random pred’s stomach. Some days she doesn’t see herself as human.
The pred is terrified of losing control and hurting someone. There’s never been any reason for her to believe she would ever do so, but she’s heard the stories. She’s seen others like her fall down that dark isolating path, where the animal madness grips their minds and the hunger pangs completely destroy any prior regard they may have had for their loved ones, for human life itself. She’s worried that one day she’ll wake up and there will be a monster staring back at her in the mirror.
Vore doesn’t come as casual to them as other prey/pred couples. They actually barely engage in it at all; outsiders may see this as “weird” or “unnatural,” but honestly they all just need to mind their own damn business.
Instead of eating each other, the two of them just cuddle up under a blanket and forget the rest of the world together. As strange as it is, the prey actually enjoys listening to her pred's stomach gurgles... it might be because they're the first digestive sounds she's heard where she knows she's actually safe while listening to them. Her life is not in danger. Her life actually... really matters to this pred.
And the pred loves having a prey who trusts her so completely, enough to snuggle against her warm body and listen to how her body breaks down regular food. She may worry sometimes, but in those moments of despair her prey is her anchor, her tether back to reality. It's grounding, comforting.
They have nothing to be ashamed of.
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Gaaaaah its winter time no more but i still have to reblog this its so sweet!
Twinkling, warm dots of color, dozens and dozens of them swirling in honied eyes. Nova had been flitting about as the sunlight dwindled, caught out too far from shelter in the ever-shortening days of winter. The sun just set too fast this time of year. Thus she was left to jump short bursts of flight between cover, looking for anywhere warm to hide from the cold.
That was when, much to her relief, the fairy spotted a human structure- a home on the outskirts of a small town. She wasn’t sure, the numerous specks of yellow glow on the horizon didn’t concern her- it was the clearly illuminated window nearby that she was drawn to. And more still, like a moth to a flame when she caught sight of the shimmering, impossibly colored tree inside the home. What on earth that was about, Nova didn’t know, winter time wasn’t usually a time to go searching for humans, so this was new to her. It was all enough to make the bite of the wind subside- if only for a moment.
But once again, shivers wracked her tiny frame, lunar wings wilting from the fringed sensation. Just then, she saw a shadow move on the other side of the glass- probably the human living here. It worried her, but she doubted she could fly much further without risking really damaging her wings. Thus, with a surprising confidence for someone so small- or perhaps desperation- the little one knocked on the window. That in and of itself was a bit painful, but a few sound ‘tinks’ against the barrier, and she saw that shadow shift again. First glancing about, then approaching in only a few wide steps.
She wasn’t exactly hiding on the window sill, but it still startled her a bit when in an instant a face appeared before her. Some kind of demon with a rosy-pink complexion, curled horns framing her face, and pupils a wide, rectangular shape, like a goat. Nova yelped, catching herself from backstepping right off the ledge behind her. That was when the actual expression registered. This imp she’d attracted looked worried, looking the freezing fay over only a second before holding up a delicately clawed finger in a ‘one’ gesture. The little one could only assume one second was the intent, because the much larger woman darted away from view, only for the loud creaking of hinges struggling in the cold to follow.
Abby, in a flash scooped up the little thing on her window. The panic visible in her short puffs of ice escaping her teeth as she shuffled back inside.
“Oh you’re freezing, darling.” She muttered, back hitting the door as she closed out the snow with a thud. Raising her interwoven hands, the horned girl looked over what was collected in them. A young girl, hair flowing down her back and far from a usual green color. Eyes some kind of light hazel, and quite distinct, the large wings protruding from her back, a beautiful green a bit lighter than her hair.
“Yeah, thank you for… letting me in?” Nova paused, not sure that was the word for what just happened. Regardless, she was just happy to be indoors and far from complaining from the warm hands wrapped around her. The woman’s fingers curled and gingerly rubbing the chill from the fairy’s skin, those delicate claws so very careful not to scratch.
“Of course, sweetie. What’s your name?” She replied with a wide smile, fanged teeth bared happily.
“Uh, Nova…” She trailed off, distracted by the feeling of movement, her host starting further inside and back to that room with the luminous tree.
“Nova, huh? That’s a pretty name.” She mused, uttering it like the name were something she could play with on her tongue. “Well, you can call me Abby. And you can stay right here for now.” She continued, boldly casual as she lifted and set Nova down on her shoulder, scooted close to her neck. The fairly couldn’t help noticing a small shiver that ran down this “Abby’s“ spine at the cold contact.
“Sit tight and we’ll get you warmed up.” Nova’s cheeks, out of view of Abby, were red. Whether that was from the cold, or from heat, she wasn’t sure, but regardless she shuffled a touch closer and happily accepted the body heat offered to her.
A few short minutes later, the young fairy was peaking over the lip of a steaming mug. She inhaled deeply, chocolate and peppermint filling her nose as she practically hugged the warm ceramic of the cup. Sticking her lip out, she reached out to grab one of the marshmallows floating in the hot drink. With her handful of pillowy sugar, Nova sat down, back to the cup and wings stretched eagerly to wrap around the radiant heat as much as they could.
“Comfortable?” Abby crooned, an amused smirk playing on her lips as she sat down on the couch beside the end table Nova was sitting on. The fairy could only reply with an enthused “Mhmm“ and a nod as her mouth was occupied with too large a bite of marshmallow.
“So- why do you have a tree in here? And,” the moth paused as she got caught up in the twinkling again, “What are those lights?”
“Oh that. Well, that’s a christmas tree, darling. A tradition for the holiday this time of year.” Abby explained, taking a breath herself to enjoy the strong smell of pine, something Nova couldn’t smell through her continued bites of mellow that was big enough to cover her nose. “We decorate it in ornaments and lights, and find gifts below it on christmas morning.”
Nova pondered this, licking the stray bits of sweet off her lips- but missing a bit that clung to the tip of her nose- before looking back to Abby, and tilting her head.
“Oh, Abby, I think you have a bit of the tree in your hair.” She giggled, pointing just above the larger woman’s pointed ear. Abby half reached to feel for the twig, only to pause as an impish smile tugged at her lip.
“This?” Abby questioned, rhetorically, brushing a claw against the green peaking out from behind her ear. It was a lighter color, softer leaves, rather than needles, baring a few ruby berries, and as Abby pulled it from behind her ear, it was also bound by a bow of tinsel.
“This isn’t pine, dear. This is mistletoe.” She clarified, turning it between her fingers. “It’s quite powerful- a sprig of this killed a god, once.” She mused in mock warning. “But now adays it has a different purpose- another tradition- one that I think I’d like to give it to you as a gift for.” She continued, that toothy smirk returning to her features. She lowered it, leaning onto her side to lay closer to her little guest as she held it out to her.
“Oh- but I don’t have anything to give you.” Nova stood up, worried about taking something from the woman that already took her in from the cold with nothing to return. All the same, the pretty little sprig was held out to her, and she took a hold of it.
It was then that the hot, plush feeling of Abby’s lip gingerly met Nova’s cheek, and a very different chill ran up her spine.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I’m sure we can think of something in return tomorrow morning.” The imp whispered teasingly, tongue flicking from her lip to lick the bit of marshmallow off Nova’s nose, which was suddenly very aware of the smell of peaches and cinnamon that Abby wore mixing with chocolate and mint that being so close to her mouth offered.
Nova had gone from nearly feezing to death, to comfortable and warm, to nearly melting a bit under this sudden change in the attention all around her. Her legs felt a bit like jello, but she smiled with conflicting embracement and relief. What Abby was suggesting was surprising, but the fairy wasn’t exactly apposed to the idea.
“I guess I do have something to offer in return, huh?” She chuckled, cheeks dusted a pretty pink.
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First off, This is a sideblog, sooo even though i WANNA follow and like back fellow vore blogs, I can't ;-; (i just discovered this myself as someone sorta new to tumble so I'm letting others know as well!) onto the important stuff
Love!
-G/t vore to quarter size
-Female pred
-SFW interactions
-Angst/fearplay
-Safe vore
Likes -
-Male pred
-Same Size
-unsafe but non-fatal vore
Won't do -
Child pred/prey
Pred smaller than prey
(I may add more, ask if you are curious about anything)
Annnyways, I think thats about it! once I have some actual art and writing up there will probably be more stuff here, but for now - enjoy my reblobs!
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ASDLksad eating this up! I'm so glad Bianca's consciousness continues to show itself, slowly but surely maybe it will even win! Loved seeing hunter again as well, (a little worried though >.>) and poor candy, where's Martin when you need him ;0;
Giganterra (Chapter 16)
Prologue/ TOC | Previous (15) | Next (coming Monday)
Content Warning: soft, safe, unwilling vore; sexual themes; vulgar language
Word Count: 2.3k
------ Chapter 16: Contradiction ------
Bianca knew the apothecary with the magic potions was located down in the basement, though she had never been there personally. Glancing around to ensure nobody was observing her, she descended the stone steps into the dank dungeons below. The air was colder down here, and musty from lack of ventilation. The sound of her footsteps pinged off the walls, accompanied by the slow, steady drip of water into a pool somewhere underground. Crackling torches mounted on the walls provided dim, eerie light that made the shadows stretch and dance as if they had a will of their own.
She made it to the bottom of the staircase to find a hallway that stretched into the darkness, lined with wooden doors half-rotted from the damp atmosphere. The unsettling silence was punctuated by the occasional creepy echo, warped beyond recognition as it reverberated down the long passageway. Bianca tiptoed down the hall with an uneasy feeling in her gut, accentuated by the occasional kick from Gio as he fought against her viscera. She found the correct door and opened it with a grating squeal.
Bianca was greeted by the crash of glass breaking. “Confound it!” a male voice swore from within. “Don’t you know how to knock?” She found herself in a gloomy room that was more like a cave, with sloping, uneven walls carved out of the bedrock and an earthen floor. The cavern was cramped and cluttered with stacks of dusty tomes; papers, ink wells, and quills scattered about; beakers, glass vials, mixers, and other lab equipment; and a variety of colorful glowing potions lining the shelves. She recognized the blue anti-digestion serum among the collection.
The giant who was swearing at her turned around, a broken glass beaker soaked with fluid in hand. He was very tall and muscular, with green eyes and dull rusty hair. When he saw Bianca, his eyes widened and he dropped the beaker again, completely shattering it. “P-princess!” He clumsily dropped to his knees, head lowered. “I-I’m sorry for any disrespect! I didn’t realize...” He grimaced as shards of glass embedded his knees.
“It’s fine,” the princess cut him off, waving her hand dismissively. “I require your services.”
“Of course! To what do I owe the pleasure? I, Hunter, am your loyal servant.” Hunter stood back up, not bothering to attend to his bloody knees or his mess. He still worried that he had offended her with his sharp, uncouth tongue. He’d never met the princess in person before, so he wasn’t entirely sure how she would react, though he was familiar with her unpalatable reputation through whispered gossip among the servants. He hoped his pitiful groveling would be enough to spare him.
“I require a healing potion,” Bianca demanded, not bothering with any pleasantries.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Hunter agreed. He wiped his sticky hands on his clothes, frowning with thinly veiled irritation, and searched for the correct potion on his shelves. Bianca couldn’t resist poking around as she examined her surroundings with curiosity.
“Your Highness,” Hunter said, bowing his head respectfully as he offered her a vial containing a bright tangerine potion. “You put a few drops on the affected area; it takes a few hours but it should heal any nonfatal wounds.” He crunched up his brows. The princess didn’t seem to be injured, and he’d surmised from secondhand sources that she wasn’t the type to have any compassion for others, but he knew better than to inquire further.
Bianca took the potion without so much as a thank you. She was distracted as she stared at a locked case, walled off with metal bars, harboring small bottles of a sparking lime potion. “What’s that?”
“Oh... shrinking potion,” Hunter answered in a low tone, almost reverently, as if it were some great secret.
Bianca’s eyes gleamed. “Ooooh! Can I get some?”
Hunter repressed a scowl, schooling his features into a neutral expression. “Unfortunately, Your Highness... King Richard has strict orders that he alone shall have access to those, and nobody else, not even other members of the royal family. You’d have to take it up with him, I’m afraid.”
“I see.” Bianca paused. She knew her father was paranoid about any potential betrayal, especially after her eldest brother had disappeared. “Not even as a favor for me? It could be our little secret.” She giggled and subtly leaned in, striking a flirtatious pose.
Hunter backed up a step, his forehead becoming shiny with perspiration. He was fully aware a capricious royal could be lethal when incensed. “I apologize, but I would be obligated to disclose it to King Richard if I gave you any. I’d rather not lose my head, Your Highness...” He pulled at his collar nervously. Bianca’s grin faded into a petulant pout. Hunter was already tense and flustered, but his face flamed red as he noticed that her breasts were jiggling of their own accord. To his shock, tiny hands emerged from her cleavage and a human male’s face popped out, followed by his shoulders and chest. The little shirtless man gasped for breath, also sweaty from her body heat.
Hunter’s expression morphed into a glower of hatred and disgust. “Ugh, a human. Gross,” he uttered thoughtlessly. Bianca glared at him with fiery wrath, and Hunter bit his lips and retreated back another step. “My apologies...”
Bianca huffed and stuffed Graham back into the soft crevice between her boobs. She considered pushing the issue further, but she wasn’t foolish or suicidal enough to cross her father. She turned on her heel, with the healing potion in hand, and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough behind her to knock a few bottles off the shelves. Once she was gone, Hunter scowled and began to clean up the mess.
“Entitled bitch,” he muttered to himself. “Can’t stand royalty…” He grabbed some forceps to pick bloody slivers of glass out of his knees. He resented having to grovel like a submissive dog before his superiors, but the pay was too good and the position too cushy to deny. Besides, he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. He came from a long, noble bloodline of magic-users, with a tradition of service to the equally ancient Hardon bloodline. Their service was institutionalized to the point where leaving would be treason. The secrets of magic were guarded jealously and hoarded by the royal family; exposing those secrets or abandoning his post would inevitably result in his death. He didn’t want to cause trouble; he simply wanted to live in seclusion and practice his craft.
Bianca was in turmoil as she returned to her chambers. A spike of regret burrowed into her core, as she regarded the healing potion in her hand. Was she making a mistake? She was supposed to be ruthless, to not be susceptible to weak sentiments of compassion and generosity. She was taught and raised to be this way. So why did she care now? Why did she experience irrational empathy for her inferiors? And humans, no less? Like servants, they were only supposed to exist for her personal use. They weren’t worthy of her care.
The tiny kicks in her stomach and cleavage sent her further into remorse, as if she had done something wrong. Anger flared up inside her. She entered her boudoir and ripped her necklace from her chest, glaring at the sweaty nude man who shook pathetically under her stern gaze. He looked so sad, so broken and afraid and helpless. Bianca gritted her teeth, unclasped him from the necklace, and tossed him into his enclosure. The other human, the handsome darker one, smiled up at her. The giantess turned away sharply, not wanting to allow any softer feelings to enter her heart.
She felt embarrassed, another foreign experience for the shameless princess, as the two humans watched her extract Gio from her stomach. He was barely able to hang on to the rope, with only one functional arm and his other arm alive with agony. By the time he exited her mouth, he was nearly unconscious from the narrow constriction of her throat, despite her best efforts to be gentle. Even though he was filthy after marinating in digestive acids and saliva, Bianca scooped him up in her graceful palms with the intention to clean him off with her own hands: a chore that she considered below her station, but was too mortified to request her maid to do in the moment.
Gio was too weak to protest as she carefully washed him. She tried not to manipulate his broken arm too much, but he still howled with pain every time she touched it. When she dried him off with a fluffy towel, he was almost in tears.
“Please… stop…” he croaked, scarcely audible. “You’re making it worse…” Bianca was trying to rein in her empathy, but his plaintive little voice, pleading for clemency, made her heart bleed. He didn’t even try to struggle as she cradled his small, fragile body with her fingers. Her resolve to crush down her feelings weakened.
“Here… this should help,” she murmured gently, splashing a single drop of the bright orange salve on his swollen arm. Gio was surprised to feel a pleasant, warm tingling through the limb, numbing the pain. “It should heal your bone.”
“Heal?” Gio repeated in disbelief. After all the horrible abuses he’d suffered at her hands, he distrusted that she’d bother to tend to his wound at all. She set him back down in his house on the soft cushion of one of the beds. She gazed down at him with an inscrutable expression before closing the roof lid and striding off. She needed time to think, to process; she didn’t want to look at her pets.
Gio sighed, rubbing his arm. He was glad at least that the pain had receded, but he was exhausted. He laid on the bed and closed his eyes with a shuddering breath. Visions of claustrophobic flesh walls compressing and pulsing around him flashed through his head in a phantasmagorical display. Being eaten had been a living nightmare; he couldn’t believe he’d miraculously survived.
“See, what did I tell you? He’s fine!” Cesar proclaimed. Graham shook his head in exasperation.
Gio opened his eyes. “Fine?” He sat up, incensed and offended by the callous remark. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m about as far away from fine as I can possibly get!” This was technically not a true statement, but Gio wasn’t in the mood for splitting hairs.
“But… she healed your arm, didn’t she?”
“So what? She ATE me, Cesar! Swallowed me whole!”
“And you deserved it for mouthing off to her! Lucky you for being spared!”
“Quit making excuses for her! Are you stupid?”
“Maybe.” Cesar laughed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” A dreamy look came over his face. “Gosh, she’s so hot… I think I’m in love…”
Graham, with his nude body coated in sweat and his wet hair glued to his head, couldn’t take it anymore as he listened to Cesar’s idiocy. He snapped. He grabbed Cesar’s shoulders and violently slammed him against the wall. “Stop it!” he snarled. “Shut UP!”
“What? Everything I said was true.”
“Wake up to reality, man! Don’t you understand the situation we’re in? We’ve been stripped of our clothes, our humanity, and our dignity! We’re nothing more than playthings living in a toy house! We have no protection! She can do whatever she wants, even kill us if it pleases her! We’re screwed!”
“Well-”
“And stop singing her praises! Who cares if she’s hot? She’s a selfish, barbaric monster!”
“But-”
“No buts! Don’t you understand? She doesn’t even see you as a person! Stop defending her deplorable behavior! Look what she did to Gio and me! Do you think a nice person would do something like that?”
He burned holes in Cesar with his searing glare. Cesar faltered, averting his gaze. “…No. I suppose not.” He glanced up. “But she did heal him-”
Graham let out a howl of frustration and threw up his hands. “There’s no reasoning with you! I might as well be banging my head against a brick wall!” He flopped down on his bed in a huff.
Cesar wilted as the moment dragged out. He sat on the bed, on the opposite side, and folded his hands together. “You… you might be right,” he admitted. “I just came all this way to see her, to live out this fantasy… I’d hate to admit that I was in error.” He hung his head. “I don’t think she even likes me, to be honest…”
Graham exhaled forcefully. He was done listening. “I’m going to go wash up,” he grumbled, and stomped off.
While the humans were arguing amongst themselves, Bianca ran into her brother Ronny wandering the castle corridors. He grunted in passing, but she halted his progress by blocking his path. “Ugh, what do YOU want?” Ronny growled.
“I have a question for you,” Bianca said.
Ronny gave her his characteristic sour glare. “Make it quick.”
“What do you think of your new human?”
“Huh?” Ronny fumbled to recall what she was referring to. “Oh, that thing. I dunno. I just left her in her cage.”
“You… didn’t take her out, or talk to her?”
“No. Why would I? I didn’t even want the damned thing.”
“Oh…”
“Was that all you wanted?” He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. Bianca nodded. “Then get out of my way.” She stepped aside and allowed him to go. Yet again, she was heavily conflicted. She didn’t know how to navigate her convoluted web of emotions, so many of which felt so wrong, in blatant contradiction to her upbringing.
Chapter 17 (coming Monday)
#also that art#really good! and very unique too#almost seems like a painting with the way the strokes and blending works!
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Pred Tummies Question!
Do yall like to be suuuuper squished, like, forced into a tight ball, preys stomach stretching around you to accommodate your body?
or do you prefer a more spacious tum? it forces you to curl up just a bit, but you still have a good amount of free space, say, you take up half their stomach?
#nonsexual vore#nonfatal vore#safe vore#sfw v0re#extreme cuddling#i ask because most of the vore i see is between quarter size and half size#i feel like half size would be a little restricting for the prey inside#of course that could be the point xD#and also could just be preds tummy is really stretchy so it allows prey to move easier too
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Gosh this is like, perfect <3 unintentional fear play my beloved :P
Okay okay hear me out-
Pred is a known actor and works a lot on movies when the pred is portrayed as the 'evil hungry giant' only the pred absolutely adores preys, and gets all soft and sweet when the scene ends, just constantly making sure the prey is alright, 'I didn't scare you too bad did I?:((' type of treatment.
Well the pred is under the impression that for the scene where they "eat" the human that the prey knows its all an act. Only the prey is a new to the scene and hasn't been told that the pred isn't actually going to hurt them so their fear is *real* when the pred starts taunting them, the begging, the fighting all of it is genuine terror
And the scene ends once the human is fully inside the preds mouth, the prey just waiting for it all it end- only they're carefully slid out of the preds mouth and absolutely praised for their acting, gentle hands checking their body over for any bruises or scrapes they might've gotten from fighting-
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Hehe, this is GOOD! I also love it when the pred forgot they ate prey and is just absentmindedly rubbing their tum - maybe after a night tucked away the pred wakes up confused
"Oh, that's odd, I feel a little heavy for some- OH! prey is in there!"
and their eyes just light up and they begin giving prey some really nice love rubs :3
i love when a pred makes any gesture to their stomach where their prey is tucked away.
Massaging their belly,rubbing it,stroking it,giving it pats or pokes. Throughout the day they just rest their hand on it ,maybe squeeze or pinch it. They just love their prey so much and want them to knkw threw these small gestures its just UGHHHHHHHHHH A. A
i need to be a tumtum rn...
#nonfatal vore#safe vore#extreme cuddling#soft vore#nonsexual vore#endosoma#LOVE THIS#I want to be in a warm tummy so bad
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