could you do some angsty fatal vore please? maybe something with a cruel pred or, alternatively, a pred who regrets it once they realise its too late (if you could work disposal in at all thatd be great too)
F/M vore, digestion, scat mention
She had sat on the couch for several hours now. Eye unfocused, red and puffy from the crying she had done earlier. In her lap sat her fat and heavy belly. It sloshed and groaned loudly as the meat was further dissolved and absorbed. It was easily half the size of a man; and that’s because it does. Or it did. Now it just contained a goo of meat, acid, and chime.
Hours ago, that meat had been her boyfriend. A kind and loving man who had a particular kink. One that turned out to be fatal as she had feared in the end. See he was a vorephile, one of the prey type. After she accepted his kink, he had spent several months coaxing her into eat him. She had refused adamantly everytime. At first because it sounded crazy, then because she was scared of hurting him.
But then one night they had been drinking, and he asked her again. This time, she had said yes. She would never admit that she enjoyed eating him. Not now, as her hands glided over her busy belly; brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. It had been fun at first. But having been drunk already, and then being so full. She couldn’t stop from dozing off.
Which brings her back to the present. Her boyfriend just slop in her belly. So fully digested and already slipping into her intestines. She sobbed for hours after realizing what she had done, but now she just felt numb. More hours pass as her belly continues to shrink and firm up again. The massive ball of flesh now the size of a beach ball. It was so firm under her fingers. All of her boyfriend having been packed into her intestines.
The only reason she knew that he was fully gone was because she felt hungry again. That and she felt a pressure in her lower belly. One that she now could no longer withstand. So slowly she pushes herself off of the couch and slowly waddles to the restroom. Her hand craddling her impossibly heavy belly.
She drops onto the toilet and caress her belly. Thinking about how this mass of shit inside her used to be her boyfriend. A living, breathing person. Someone she had planned in marrying one day. He was now just a load of shit and fat across her body.
She felt the first hard log poke out of her asshole and she vore down hard. Desperate to get this whole ordeal over with. It came out of her in a long coil and she had to force herself to stop so she can flush. Then relaxing again to let more shit out.
For a while it was just this. Her sitting on the toilet, grunting and flushing away the remains of her once boyfriend. Meanwhile her belly had seemed to have gotten bigger. The gass building inside her causing it bloat out. After an hour of shitting, a particularly hard piece of crap got stuck in her rectum. She whimpered, panting hard as she tried in vain to push it out of her.
Her belly gurgles sickly and began to slosh as more gass built up inside her. Her belly grew larger and large, until it was roughly the same size it was when she had first eaten her boyfriend. Only this time it was taunt and the gurlges sounded sick. She quickly cleaned herself up and waddled to the medicine cabinet. Tearing it open and grabbing the bottle of laxatives she kept there.
Without thinking she shove the entire bottles worth in her mouth and swallow hard. Then she gingerly sits on the edge of the tub and begins rubbing her sick belly. Cooing at it and leaning her sweat slick forehead against the hot skin. The pressure continues to build and her belly swells more. Just as she thinks she’s about to burst, the hard piece of stool in her colon shoots free and a torrent of softened stool pours out of her into the tub.
She cries out in pain and surprise, unable to stop or slow the geyser of shit. Her belly rapidly deflates as the tub fills and when she’s done, she finds she is too weak to stand. So she simply turns on the shower head and lets the water wash away her misery.
When she finally regains her strength, she walks and wobbling knees to her room and strips completely bare. Sorrow fills her again as she spots herself in the mirror. Where once used to be a stick of a woman, now stands a shapely and plush one. Her small breasts are now plump and perky, her belly is round and rolled, and her ass is massive. Her hands trail up her body, exhaustion and grief bringing tears to her eyes as she hugs her softer body. The proof of what she had done cling her to her body. A personal reminder that she is a monster now. A predator.
A very hungry predator.