A pred’s perspective: (digestion, fatal vore)
I smile devilishly at you, and lick my lips, opening my mouth wide as I bend forwards and press my hungry, salivating mouth firmy against your forehead. Slowly, steadily, my jaws begin to widen, my lips sliding further and further apart across your face and head
“Mhhhhhhh…… Uhhhhhhhmmmmmm…..”
I moan happily as your sweet flavor fills my mouth, while my wriggling tongue slips and slides over every inch of your face, eagerly lapping up the succulent flavor. My drooling lips slide hungrily down over your chin and the back of your neck, sealing your entire head within the hot, wet confines of my cavernous, slurping maw. As the top of your head begins to press against the back of my throat, hot streams of saliva dribble down from my maw down onto your body while my luscious lips work their way over your neck and shoulders.
My tight throat eagerly gulps and sucks, slurping your head deep into it’s slick, greedy, pulsating confines. I place my hand against my throat, feeling the imprint of your face tightly pressed against the thin, muscular skin. The rings of tough cartilage lining my throat squeeze and constrict, tightening around your head, slowly working you deeper into the tight, slimy tube as your chest fills my mouth, and begins to follow your head down into the depths of my gullet.
My throat pulsates and contracts around you, squeezing your wriggling body as your face smooshes up against a tight, muscular ring of flesh nestled at the bottom of my throat. The greedy sphincter slowly gapes open, greedily sucking and slurping at your head, eager to gulp you down into the depths of my hot, humid gut. As you slide closer to your inevitable fate in my swampy stomach, my lips slither over your hips, and wrap happily around your kicking, struggling thighs.
My plump potbelly begins to swell and distend, the soft, pudgy skin bulging and stretching outwards inch by inch as your struggling body is crammed into my damp, smelly gut. I groan with satisfaction, and slap my quaking, shifting belly, feeling you push and shift wildly within my depths as I slowly slurp your supple legs up like luscious noodles
I playfully lick your feet, running my tongue over your wiggling toes as your the bulge of your knees slowly slide down the length of my throat. Finally, after deciding that I’ve toyed with you enough, I decide to finish it. I close my mouth tightly over your feet, sealing the entirety of your body within mine, before giving one, final, triumphant gulp, sending the rest of my wriggling meal sliding down into my hungry gut
“UUURRRRRRPP!!!!”
I laugh, and let out a thunderous belch, slapping my bulging abdomen playfully
“Enjoying your accommodations, meat? Better get used to that gut, because the rest of your short– URRP! ah, pathetic life will be spent in that gut!”
I let out a heavy sigh, and burp once more, happily rubbing my grumbling gut as I make my way to the bed, and flop down, feeling your weight shift and move within me.
“All your life up until this point you probably thought you were a person who mattered and deserved to live a normal life. But that’s not the case. Let’s be real here. Your worthless little body is meant to feed hungrier beings like me, and deep down, you know it.”
Within the cramped confines of your hot, squishy prison, the muscular walls hug you tightly, gently squeezing your trembling form. The gurgling, pulsating folds of slimy, meaty flesh envelop you completely, nearly smothering you with their hot, powerful embrace.
“You probably don’t want to be digested. But my gut says otherwise, and deep down, so does your body. You’re nothing but food gutslut. Your body knows that you’re food, your instincts know that you’re food, my belly knows that you’re food, hell, even your DNA knows you’re only food….”
I giggle, and clench my abdominal muscles, squeezing your helpless body as I caress and stroke my distended gut, gently rubbing the swollen outline of your figure. The powerful, muscular walls press into you with terrifying strength, squeezing the breath from your lungs and the air from my gut, forcing a hot, gassy bubble of wind to race up my throat and erupt noisily from my lips
“BRRRAAAPPP!!! Ahhhhhh! You really hit the spot, my dear little treat, it feels so good!”
The dripping, juicy walls of my belly continue to rub and squeeze you, smearing warm, thick, gooey mucus over your breathless, gasping body. The powerful undulations don’t let up, and I feel your weary figure collapse helplessly within me, giggling wickedly as you go limp inside of my gut, falling still and silent as the walls continue to marinate your tender flesh with the thick slime.
“URP! BRRRUUUP! Ahhh!”
I noisily belch once more as my warm gut shifts and pulses around your weak, vulnerable body. A happy grunt and another noisy burp escapes my lips as you gently twitch and spasm inside of me, shifting around about within the hot, steaming pit of my stomach.The slime and mucus coating the thick walls of my gut and your helpless body is whisked and worked into a frothing, bubbly mess of foamy, sticky slime by the flexing, pulsating walls, noisily churning and groaning as they work away, preparing to melt my meal down to mush.
I sigh happily as my burbling gut softly quivers and shivers, the warm, thick layers of flabby, doughy flesh weighing down on your helplessly wriggling form as the heat in the humid chamber begins to grow to sweltering levels
“Having fun in there yet, my snack? Have you started to enjoy the way my gut is tenderizing your soft, sweet meat?”
My belly lets out an eager rumble, the pulsating, slick walls trembling excitedly as they press into you, massaging your soft flesh with their strong, hungry flexes and squeezes. Another ravenous growl rumbles up from the depths of my impatient, hungry gut, ominously growing deeper and louder with each passing second.
“Do you hear that, meat? My stomach is impatient! It’s getting tired of just holding your weak, helpless body prisoner; it’s hungry, and it’s tired of waiting to feed…”
My gut groans impatiently as the walls flex and squeeze you roughly in anticipation. The temperature of my stomach is now truly uncomfortable, the meaty walls hot enough to cause discomfort with a slight touch to your tender flesh. The powerful, merciless walls of your fleshy prison continue to violently squeeze and thrash your weary, battered form, leaving aching bruises and bumps all over your helpless, weak form. I continue to squeeze and clench around your sweaty body as the frothy mucus grows hotter and thicker, filling my stomach with the stench of bile
My belly lets out a triumphant groan as the walls press inwards, smearing the thick, bubbling froth into your tender flesh. The stench of bubbling acid fills the tight, hot space, overwhelming the senses with it’s putrid aroma as your flesh begins to sizzle and bubble, slowly melting away as the churning juices grow stronger and pool up around you, filling the chamber slowly
I smirk cruelly, overwhelmingly pleased with the knowledge that I had complete and total domination over you. Your’re helpless, unable to even struggle as you’re melted into slush, completely at the mercy of my cruel, uncaring gut, and we both know it.
“BWOOAARRPP!!!!!”
I feel your body go lifeless and limp within me, tensing up and growing firm as the powerful sheets of muscle squeeze you tighter than ever before, pressing your body into a helpless ball before your soft, mushy, acid soaked form bursts like a hot, meaty water balloon, drenching the walls of my stomach with the liquified remains of your pulpy, crushed up corpse. I burp noisily once more, this one much wetter and meatier, sending a soggy, half digested pair of panties shooting out from between my contented lips, hitting the wall with a wet “splat!” as I let out a happy sigh, and lie down on my back, letting the sloshy bulge of chunky meat sag down between my legs. A hungry gurgle echoes up from my happy gut as the pulpy chunks within begin to be broken down and dissolved by acid, the sloppy mess churning and frothing noisily
I place my hand against my bloated, gurgling stomach, and give it an experimental shake, giggling wickedly as I feel your soupy remains slosh and splash beneath my touch, shaking and wobbling my swollen gut like a water balloon. A low, noisy gurgle rises up from the sloshy mess, and the churning human stew begins to bubble and gurgle as it drains down into my dank, groaning bowels, preparing to be absorbed and converted into yet another layer of jiggling pudge for my tubby gut.
“Thanks for the meal, it was certainly the best I’ve had in a while… It’ll take quite some time to sleep the rest of you off…”
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