The tastiest treat

[The tastiest treat]

Preds are honestly some of the luckiest people on the planet. I mean, what could ever hope to compare to the sheer ecstatic joy of getting to experience every single delicious second of a nice, filling meal.

Feeling their wild wriggles and struggles slowly die down into a few soft, gentle twitches and spasms. Hearing their muffled moans and cries slowly fade away, drowned out by the steadily growing digestive cacophony of wet, sloppy gurgles, crunches, pops, slurps, and sloshes…

Feeling the distinctive lumps and bulges of their limbs soften and fade beneath your tight skin and fat, breaking down beneath your fingertips as the taut orb of flesh works away at the meal within, slowly rounding out as it grinds down the helpless food’s form and consistency.

Feeling your tightly packed, satisfied belly slowly deflate and shrink into a sagging, sloshy potbelly of gurgling, meaty stew as your meal’s pulverized remains sluice through your guts, the thick, sloppy pulp settling deep within your cramped, smelly bowels.

Preds have it great, I can’t think of anything that could possibly feel more overwhelmingly enjoyable.

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Vore and digestion ahead (I’m back-ish btw!!!)

Huh. I simply never expected to come across a gutslut as depraved and needy as yourself. It’s certainly a nice suprise though.

I absolutely adore the way you get so excited when I teasingly describe how you’re going to slide between my lips, and down through the tight, pulsating confines of of my greedy gullet.

I love the enthusiasm you show at the thought of your meaty body sitting and stewing away in my stomach for days, gurgling and groaning noisily as my gut effortlessly breaks you down, crushing and melting you into a pulp eagerly and efficiently.

It’s so appealing, seeing you get all flustered as you imagine your own disgusting, soupy remains pumping and churning through my my intestines, gurgling and groaning within my bowels.

I love seeing you blush as you picture my swollen gut shrinking and deflating down into a sagging, bulging potbelly, quivering and quaking at the slightest touch as your chymal remains slosh and grumble within, noisily splashing and gurgling about within me before ultimately ending up as a thick, jiggling layer of soft, flabby pudge lining my fat belly~

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Warning, vore and digestion ahead!

Nothing in this life could ever compare to the sensation of ecstasy I experience at the exact moment when my slowly melting, dissolving meal finally collapses in upon themselves in a few wet, sloppy crunches and clenches. Nothing could ever hope to match the pleasure of feeling my tubby gut reduce a whole entire person to little more than a mushy, gelatinous hunk of quivering meat, brewing away in my ravenous stomach, and nothing will ever match the joy I feel when that churning gob of meaty pulp erodes and disintegrates into a thick, chymal stew, bubbling and sloshing away in the depths of my rumbling gut.

Surely my fellow preds must understand. There’s nothing quite like feeling the weighty mass of another person hidden away within your chubby belly slowly losing all shape and form, their firm, bulging outline rounding out and growing soft as your gut works them down further and further, eventually leaving you with nothing more than a sagging, sloshing waterbed of a belly.

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Soft digestion, vore, and weight gain ahead

Don’t you want to be my food? C'mon, I can tell from the way you blush that you’re intrigued. I don’t blame you. I would be interested too. I mean, let’s be serious here, why wouldn’t an adorable little thing like yourself want to be a treat? Your whole figure is so tastefully curved, every feature is so delicate and enticing; I’m sure that every inch of you must taste absolutely divine!

And we’d be so much closer if you were my food. We’d never have to be apart. No more missing each other when I’m at work, no more sadly pining for your presence when I’m alone, wishing for you to be with me. Once I gulped you down, we’d be truly inseparable~ You’d always be with me, always be there for me to cuddle and cherish~

And think of how fun it would be! I know how much you love it when I stuff myself silly, I know how much you love to snuggle and rub my swollen, grumbling belly as all of that food churns away into even more of that chub that you just love to squish! Well, if you just clambered into my eager maw, you’d be sloshing around behind my waist for a month at least. Every day you’d further melt into a soft, squishy sludge; turning my digesting potbelly into a symphony of deep, resounding gurgles and sloshes. I know how much you love my tummy noises! Wouldn’t you like to be the tasty meal causing them?

And think of how fat we’d become! I mean, I’ll be getting fatter, and you’ll just be my fat! Wouldn’t you love to become a permanent part of this soft, chubby gut which you love so much? I know that I’d treasure your additions forever! I’ll have to wear bigger and bigger clothes to accommodate my wobbly sack of digesting flesh and it still won’t cover all of us~

C'mon, I know you want to, just as much as I do, if not more. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t be afraid. My belly wants you. Needs you. Just crawl in, close your eyes, and let me make you truly mine forever…..

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Warning, vore ahead

Preds, how does it feel to receive a nice belly rub after your prey’s been digested? Don’t you just love the feeling of your partners hands massaging and squishing the soft, mushy blob of meaty chyme within you? Don’t you love feeling your prey’s sloppy remains shifting, sliding, and pumping through your swollen guts, sloshing and groaning noisily as they’re squeezed and guided deeper into your intestines by your massuses hands, glorping and bubbling through you to drip more and more nutrients into your hungry form, feeding and fattening you even more?

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Goodness gracious, I just love the thought of my mushy, half-digested body slowly breaking down inside of some lucky pred’s fat, hungry stomach while their enormously swollen gut slowly and steadily starts to lose it’s definition and hard edges, rounding out and growing soft as it shrinks into a jiggly potbelly. I can just close my eyes and picture it; some cute chubby pred, their bulging belly gurgling, crunching, and churning loudly as it deflates into a saggy dome of fat, filled to the brim with my soupy, molten flesh. I wonder what it would sound like as my pureed remains pumped and drained down into their bowels?

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Anal vore appreciation time

Tbh, anal vore is pretty underappreciated.

It’s a shame that more preds/doms in general aren’t into the idea of buttsnacks, I mean, what’s not to like?

Why don’t more people see the appeal of slowly slurping a helpless meal up through the tight, wrinkled pucker of their hungry, twitching pink hole?

Why don’t more people want to experience the sensation of a struggling, squirming snack filling up every inch of their tight, slimy bowels?

Who wouldn’t want to churn a cute little treat into jiggling belly fat and bubbly gas before farting their remains back out the same hole which they stretched and slithered up through?

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I promise, I taste absolutely delicious! You won’t regret gulping down a juicy, tender slab of wriggling twink meat like myself! And just think about how nice it’ll feel to churn me away! All of that delicious boi body melted down into nothing more than thick layers of fat for your pudgy gut, and countless churning bubbles of hot, noisy gas swelling up your bowels~

Don’t you want to eat me? Don’t you want to churn me down into fattening slop, and then noisily belch and fart out my remains?

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My body probably won’t even be noticeable once it’s trapped within the confines of your gut. The bulging, swollen outline of my figure beneath your tightly stretched flesh will probably be completely buried beneath the thick layers of soft, plushy flab. My entire form shall be completely engulfed and hidden away by the large, pudgy dome of lard, barely able to move or struggle as the hot, squishy walls of thick, soft, fatty flesh weigh down on my twitching body. I’ll be helplessly trapped within your fat gut, and nobody would even notice or be any wiser

You’ll likely be able to go about the rest of your day relatively undisturbed, and you’ll be the only one who knows that your enormous gut is carrying a secret cargo, that your belly is much more than just simply fat.

Your stomach probably will start emitting low, ominous growls and rumbles as begins to get to work on my, trembling, twitching body. It would be terrifying and amazing at the same time.

I can just imagine how wonderful it’ll feel to go about your day, walking around like things are completely normal, each step jiggling and wobbling my fleshy prison as it ravenously gurgles and groans around me, preparing to add me to the thick, warm lard which engulfs and hides me so efficiently.

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Preds, try to go a whole week without eating anyone. Pro-tip: You can’t

You won’t be able to make it a single day without looking down at a person, and seeing the fear in their eyes as you hungrily lick your lips. You won’t be able to make it a single day without greedily stuffing someone’s body through your luscious lips, into your warm, wet, cavernous maw, tasting their succulent flavor as you hungrily lick and slurp at their terrified face. You won’t be able to resist going a whole day without feeling your throat bulge and stretch as they slither down through the tight, slick confines of your pulsating, greedy gullet. You won’t be able last one, single day without feeling your fat gut stretch and swell, bulging out into a distended, wriggling lump as they settle in your groaning, bloated stomach. You won’t be able to make it one. single. day without listening to your fat tummy burble and churn as it noisily melts your squealing, struggling meal down into slop. You can’t escape your desire to play with your bloated belly, jiggling and sloshing their messy remains around inside of your gut as they pump through your intestines. You’re addicted to eating people, and you might as well admit it~