#digestion noises

[teatotaler]

Made My Stomach Into A Tea Kettle

This has to be one of the best bloat I've done in a long time. As to avoid being seen, I usually do them at night, which means I'm almost always left feeling cold after. Didn't want to feel that this time, so I drank a gallon of hot water instead of tea - I was short on time, anyway, and couldn't get another one. Now I'm all gurgles, and I can see everything sloshing inside me. SO FULL!!! But at least I'm warm, right?

What do you think?

[lesbianoms]

A really vorny trope I’ve been thinking about…

Imagine, if you will, a really crass pred with a loud stomach. An older woman walking around with a churning, burbling belly after she’s swallowed me. She’s out in public and she’s being really boisterous about the fact she’s just had a living meal. Her stomach is so big and stuffed and round~

She lets out the raunchiest burps— drawn out and deep, coming up from the depths of her digestive tract, making her belly groan louder every time they leave her body. Everybody can hear the obscene sloshing sounds coming from inside, all that soft and muffled wetness, working away~ She just pats her gut heartily.

It’s so damn ACTIVE in there; her belly has long stopped moving.

Bystanders assume that I must just be mush in there by now, that I’ve gotten gurgled good by that lady’s tum… just meat now, to be pumped through her intestines…

Until they hear a faint 💤 coming from inside. A soft snoring sound echoing around in the pred’s tummy… and I’m perfectly fine.

Just turns out that I know how to rouse a gut with my presence~

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

having your stomach used as a pillow is awesome, like yes baby come rest your head on my soft middle and let my digestion noises lull you to sleep while I scratch your head. so intimate

[plumpling]

Large inky imp!!

for smoge uwu commission

[hungrymetalhead]

I love the thought of having somebody eat in front of me while my empty belly roars right in front of them while I look away in embarrassment.

☆ Bonus points if they start teasing by bringing food up close to my face

☆ Bonus points if they start saying shit like, "you can stare all you want, you're not having any" or "someone sounds hungry~" just teasing like that idk >.< mmmm

☆ OH OH AND BONUS POINTS IF THEY SHOVE THEIR BELLY IN YOUR EAR AND FORCE YOU TO LISTEN TO THEIR STOMACH CHURN oh my god. yes.

ok bye i need to chill out

[watchwifeywaddle]

I just love when my belly is full and firm

[teatotaler]

Which Do You Prefer?

Let me know.

[lesbianoms]

Augh

I want so so badly to be pressed up against a girl's bloated, noisy belly and teased like the preygirl I am... made to kiss it and rub it and listen to the achingly stuffed gut groan and bubble like crazy, the food sloshing away into the lower depths of her body... her belly's so sexy and round, I wonder how much rounder it could get with me sealed away inside~

[naszircrock4]

You’re Next By VoraciousGF

[teal-fiend]

Vampire prey 2

This is the opposite of the trope where you go to a stranger’s house and it’s a vampire or a monster that kills you. 

Content: soft vore, willing prey, implied digestion, reformation

Their car had rolled to a stop, completely out of gas. A found themselves at the foot of a decaying mansion house, which was the only sign of civilisation for miles and miles.

Just as they were about to knock on the door, it opened, and a woman greeted them very politely. She was dressed in a black gown, and her black hair went down past her shoulders. A couldn’t tell if she was in her 20s or her 50s; she seemed kind of ageless.

She listened to their story about the car breaking down, and they were invited inside. Their host said that tomorrow she would take them into town to arrange a tow truck or something of the like, but she insisted that they stay the night. That was fine for A. 

The inside of the mansion was better kept than the outside, and it was lit well by candles and chandeliers. 

Unfortunately, the host said that she didn’t have enough food for a proper dinner, but she would show A to the guest room. A placed their bag by the foot of the bed, and when they turned around, the woman was extremely close to them. 

“Are you hungry?” She asked

A stepped back and fell onto the bed

“I’m such a bad host, not feeding my guests, but maybe we can still arrange something…”

She touched a finger to their lips, and A could smell her nail polish.

Eating the host would be way too rude. Although they were hungry, they didn’t feel entitled to a free meal especially when they arrived at a stranger's home unannounced. It was strange that she claimed there was no food at all, because then, what was she eating? 

But her hand went into their mouth, and they couldn’t help but swallow, again, and again, until their belly was full. A pulled the covers up over their middle. The lump was still pronounced. It was all very strange to A. They hadn’t eaten prey in a while. Was it really that obvious? And furthermore, what kind of person would let themselves get eaten so easily?

A felt a little bit bad about eating a hermit who had been nice to them, but what felt better was a warm and full belly, and a soft bed. They relaxed as the woman began to digest. Although they were not able to fall asleep, because of the strangeness, and the questions that were starting to pop up in their head. What if she wasn’t the only person in the house? If someone showed up right now, they would be in trouble. 

But no-one did, and the house was dead silent. Except for the growls of their stomach as it laboured diligently, digesting its unexpected dinner. A hoped it would be mostly finished by morning. 

Morning came, and it was actually early. The sun hadn’t risen all the way yet, and it was still dark. Still, A didn’t want to hang around. Even though their stomach was still busy, they got out of bed, collected their things, went back to make the bed (although it didn’t look as good as it did before they slept in it), and went down the stairs to the parlour. B was there

“Oh, you’re up early. Did you sleep well?”

A could feel what they thought was her still sitting heavily in their gut. But there she was. 

A was too dumbfounded to say anything except, “Why?”

B smiled sympathetically

“We have to look out for each other, don’t we?”

Each other. A didn’t know what this person was. When she smiled her teeth were sharp. Maybe she was a monster in the broader sense that would fit into the same category as A. 

Either way, their car had a full tank of gas. They took out their map and circled their current location for future reference, before continuing on their drive.

[teatotaler]

What's My Belly Saying?

Leave your response down below.

[lesbianoms]

I wonder if it’s possible to hypnotize people with belly sounds or if I’m just incredibly unbearably horny

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

I love to lay my ear on someone's belly while it digests their food 😍

the gurgles and rumbles are so cute

[naszircrock4]

Accident In The Ice Cream Shop By TheWitness

[teal-fiend]

prey god story part 3

content: digestion, implied reformation, willing prey, prey pov, and later pred pov

direct follow up of part 2

“Do you want to try it?” she asked

Iseriah froze. Did he want to try it? 

He had to admit- being immortal gets monotonous after a while. You complete the same rituals over and over, for centuries. Although his methods of attaining worship shifted with the surrounding culture, things never seemed to change in a way that matters. An opportunity to do something new was a rare thing. So when he was offered to be eaten, his first instinct wasn’t to say no. 

“I’m sure my cleric still has room.” The goddess added.

Her follower interposed, “I-I don’t know about that.” 

Wait. Detune meant him to be eaten by this disrespectful little mongrel. That was not going to happen. Not after their transgressions. Iseriah would not allow that insolent mortal to have the satisfaction of eating him. 

The fact that they thought they had the right to defy Iseriah; they really tried to banish him from the temple grounds; allowing them to eat him would be like rewarding a dog for misbehaving. It was out of the question. Maybe Iseriah would try it with a mortal who could show the proper respect that should be given to a god. 

The mortal spoke, but not to him. To Detune, “Goddess, eating anyone other than you would be a betrayal of your generosity; you are the only nourishment I need and that is why I pledged to only take from your body.”

“You are also obliged to do as I command,” Detune said gently. 

“Will you command me to do this?” 

“Maybe I will.”

Iseriah was about to interrupt, but the mortal continued, “It is not only that, but also, I have not eaten you long ago, I am not sure if I am able to eat again so soon.”

“You might underestimate yourself. And beings like us are more malleable than mortal creatures such as yourself.”

“I have not agreed to this.” Iseriah reminded them. 

“Iseriah,” the goddess said, “you have already decided.”

Had he. She might have been right. He examined the worshipper. The belly. The fabric was stretched taut, and the belly rose and fell with each breath

The mortal was watching him, cautiously, but interested. Interested in the fact that Iseriah was interested. 

The god poked at the belly experimentally. This time not with the sword, but with his own finger. It was way softer than he imagined it could be. 

He was provided, from the mortal, an annoyed look, as if to say “What are you, the god of poking things?”

He was, in a way; He was the god of protection. His weapon was a spear, and his animal was the heron. 

This ungracious creature didn’t even know who he was. They had no conception of the protocol by which a mortal needs to conduct in the presence of a god.

If they did, Iseriah would hope they would have shown greater respect. Iseriah could not understand why Detune would choose such a dissatisfactory vessel. Her values were alien to him. 

Perhaps the follower had never witnessed another god before. They had probably never eaten a divine prey, besides their own Detune. 

That was too presumptuous. The goddess was quick to suggest this. It was not unlikely that she had orchestrated something like this before. Maybe that was her purpose for him this whole time.

However, Iseriah did trust her. Although tonight he was doubting the intelligence of that decision.  

“Before we go any further, I need to know, what does my involvement in this achieve? Let me rephrase that- Will I be in any way bound to this creature if I, uh, merge with it.” the god asked

“This ritual is a method of transferring divine power,” the goddess answered, “my follower will consume and absorb the body you now inhabit. What I receive in this exchange is their worship, and faith in me. However, for you, this can be a one-off transaction. We could say that what you receive from this exchange is knowledge; the first-hand experience of being consumed by a mortal, and even a test to see if this transfer of magic is something you would like to use with your own following.”

“So it is not permanent.” he asked

“That is correct.”

Iseriah considered this. 

“I have a condition. What happens tonight stays between us.”

He could feel Detune smile mischievously, “I knew you’d come around.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s get this over with.” he grumbled

Iseriah addressed her follower directly, “you. What is your name.”

“Minister Kinsey,”

“Kinsey, you will be the first creature of mortal flesh to be allowed to consume the God Iseriah the Protector and you will show proper conduct lest my spear pierce your belly.”

“Iseriah, if you stab my cleric, I will be mad at you.”

The minister didn’t seem intimidated at all, which bothered Iseriah. He hoped they were just good at hiding their fear and awe.

“You should be grateful to inhabit my belly while the Goddess still resides there.” 

“I am grateful for the opportunity Detune has given me.” Iseriah said through gritted teeth. 

Iseriah didn’t know what to do next. He tried offering his hand to the mortal, who bit down gently.

He was caught by surprise when he felt himself being swallowed down, the mortal was quickly pushing him farther down their throat, and soon his entire body would be inside. 

He didn’t know whether to struggle or stay limp, or try and accelerate the process. Each option was unsavoury to him. But as he considered his options, the god found himself no-longer in the throat, but instead he was cramped into the stomach. Iseriah could feel Detune’s presence strongly here, however, Detune as her physical self was not in the stomach with him.

He had never really thought about it this way before, but Iseriah had never actually seen the inside of a mortal. At least, not while they were living. It was very warm on the inside, and also very loud. He could hear the rhythmic heartbeat around him, the breath coming in and out of the lungs, and the gurgling noises the digestive system made.

It was constantly moving, he could feel the heart pulsing, and the stomach beginning to squeeze at him already. He could feel the entire body shifting, as the mortal moved into a more comfortable position. A very warm, loud and stirring place to be in. Alive was probably the word most people would use. Iseriah wondered at all that went on inside of a mortal creature. Unlike a god, they do not have innate power. They have to take it from their fellow organisms, by forcing them inside their bodies, where they will crudely crush and digest them in order to take their energy. 

Iseriah wondered about that obscene existence, and was grateful that he was not the same. 

He poked at the stomach wall experimentally. There was some give. Then he felt a pressure that was not the stomach itself pushing down on him. He realised it was the mortal rubbing their stomach, his prodding must have caused them discomfort. He didn’t want them to be uncomfortable. 

—

Kinsey rested the spear on their belly, the weapon’s owner was underneath it, under the robe, under the skin; inside Kinsey’s stomach. They had two gods in their belly right now. Their body was well into absorbing Detune, but the new god was still fresh, and squirming. They were at the point where their brain couldn’t think much past their prey. He pushed against their lungs, forcing Kinsey to breathe in short breaths, and Detune resting in their intestines left no room for give anywhere. 

The pred felt when their new prey purposefully pressed out on their stomach. They knew that he was just testing the limits of their belly, but the mortal needed him to be still. If their belly wasn’t already so full, they would have enjoyed a restless, or even a struggling meal. Detune sometimes would indulge them, by causing a skirmish to make their sessions a little more interesting. However, as it stood now, their belly was quite tender, and even small nudges from within caused them soreness. 

Kinsey found the place where their prey was prodding at, and gently but firmly pressed him back into a more snug position. They held their hand there for a moment to communicate to their prey that he should be still. 

Their prey soon amended to cease the prodding. The pred sighed happily, and gave their full belly a proprietary pat.

It was all theirs. This well-fed belly, full of divine beings that had become their meal. They’d never had a dinner so substantial before. The amount of nourishment that a deity could offer to their mortal stomach was huge. 

They could feel their muscles relaxing as their stomach got comfortable with the sizable new prey. It wasn’t expecting another meal so soon, but Kinsey could feel themselves beginning to digest him already. And as their stomach got more bold, it began to churn more harshly, and the gurgling intensified under the immense meal. 

Kinsey rubbed their belly appreciatively as it digested their prey. They thought about how they could find their next meals. Detune would always be there for them, but what about other gods? They wondered what other gods could become their prey.

And then they found in their mind what first felt like one of their own thoughts, but that they quickly realised was Detune communicating with them.

Don’t get too greedy. 

The pred was pathologically greedy. That was why the goddess chose them. For their insatiable hunger. They always wanted more prey, better prey. So when they found a literal higher being that they could eat, Kinsey had to devote their life to her.

Now that they had the taste for god flesh, they would not be able to forget it. But now that they’d eaten another god, Kinsey found a whole new path open before them. 

Detune tasted like decadence. She was liquid gold, metallic and sweet like honey and champagne. And the power she gave them was celebratory and extravagant. But this new prey, Iseriah. He was completely different. Kinsey didn’t know what they expected; they thought he would taste the same. He tasted like game meat. Like fresh, crisp air, and a cloudless unending sky. He tasted like fierce adrenaline; the wild thrill of instinct.

He made Kinsey feel like a predator animal after a successful hunt, instead of a worshipper being allowed spoils from their god.

Detune should have known that this would happen if she allowed them to consume another god. Now that they knew there was more the universe had to offer, they would not be able to forget it.