#girl pred

[poppykochbelly]

⭐️NEW⭐️ Tiny Vore: Tiny Pizza Toppings

[You're a tiny that's been overlooked, and I'm a Goddess stuffed to her limits off of some delicious pizza - with some extra special toppings!~ Right after finishing my meal, I notice you watching me. I tell you how I was SUPER looking forward to devouring my large pizza, only to open the box and see a bunch of TINIES snoozing on my BARE slices! Seems like they decided to chow down and eat all of my toppings!? Suddenly my meat lovers pizza was cheese with added tinies. Were those all your friends and family?? Whoopsies!~ While they snoozed the feast off on top of the slices, I decided to take advantage and swallowed them down whole! They had no idea they were being eaten until it was wayyyy too late for them <3 I felt them wake up when they were already deep in my belly, squirming and panicking inside my gut to no avail. I ate SO MUCH PIZZA on top of them they surely were buried in it, crushed and smothered underneath all that doughy slop. Doesn't make a difference to me - it's all just destined to turn into my fat in the end~ I love the taste of tinies. They're just as good as any other topping, and when I burp it still just tastes like pizza! You're all just born to be my food and I DO love to eat. My capacity is HUGE but I still ate myself overfull just for the thrill of it. I'm the top of the food chain!~ Don't you think that means you're any exception. I finish this off by swallowing you down as well <3 ]

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[sinningtamer]

(the answer is probably both reasons)

[lesbianoms]

I think I’m at my cutest when I’m just a soft, rumbling bulge sitting in your lower tummy, spilling over your thighs <3

[obliviasart]

Heya I made a cover for my wonderful gf @sapphicsounds1312's new HDG story, Soar Higher Fall Farther! Do you enjoy erotic pred/prey dynamics, petplay, and biomoded monster girls? If so, check it out, it's delicious and and it was a delight to make a cover for! (Definitely check the CWs on this one)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50337628/chapters/127170001?view_adult=true

(Also, if you've never read HDG but you're planning to read this:

Affini = biiiiig shapeshifting dommy mommy plant aliens with unmatchable tech who are conquering the galaxy to establish post-scarcity gay space communist utopia and also they're kinky and like keeping people as blissed-out pets.

Florets = said blissed out pets

Morally dubious? Kinda! Imperialists? Yeeeah they're not perfect. But are they big and hot and generally thoughtful and kind and convinced that every sentient alien race in the universe is cute? Also yes!)

[nomstellations]

idea: Shiver or Fyre eating a team of people who won a 100x for them as a reward

"Are you for eel?! Seriously?"

"Come on, we all agreed on a gimmick for our rewards! Don't tell me you're chickening out already...I thought you were team bunnies~" The octoling smiled smugly, knowing her cheekiness would get a rise out of her bandmate.

"Quiet, Shivs! I never back down from a challenge! It's just..." The idol looked over at the little group of excited inkfish. They had all agreed on an extra reward to encourage people to join their teams and reward their hard work, and hers just so happened to be...a seafood dinner with Ms. Onaga herself. They just got to be the dinner! But all teams were a group of four, and as much as she hated to admit it...she wasn't sure if she could handle that much.

"It's not going to be an issue? Great! I'm headed back, Big Man's all alone out there...enjoy your meal!" With that, the idol was left alone with her team. She stared pensively at them, trying to figure out the best approach. As feisty as she is, she's never one to go back on her word...

"Can't you all like...I dunno, shrink or something? We'll be here all night if I go one at a time!" The group looked at each other for a moment before one of the inklings shifted into their squid form. The rest followed suit, though some were bigger than others...it was a lot more manageable like this. She walked over, picking up the smallest squid. "Congrats on that sick 100x win! You guys already got your float pic, so here's part 2 of your reward!"

Opening her mouth wide, she lifted the squid over her head and lowered them in. Careful to not nick them with her fangs, the squid was easily squeezed inside and sucked down with one slurp! They slid down her throat without any fuss, and she sighed in relief. It was a good thing inkfish were so inky and slippery in their swim forms... "Alright! Who's next? I've got plenty of room for the rest of you!" The first one barely made a dent! This would go well, obviously.

A reddish octopus inched forward, slightly larger than the squid she just swallowed. Their tentacles were pretty long, but it shouldn't be a problem! Frye picked them up, opening her mouth wide and pushing them in just the same. They were too big to suck down easily, so she worked them down with gentle gulps, slurping on their tentacles as they slid their way down her throat. "Ahh..." She could feel them filling her stomach, squirming around with the squid as her stomach expanded to fit both meals. This was about where she'd normally stop eating, but there were two more members of their team left...she's gorged on more for less though, and that octoling tasted pretty sweet...

Without needing to ask, the other octoling offered themselves up, seemingly excited at the prospect of being eaten. She's not one to say no to a free meal...when she lifted them up to her mouth, they did the work for her by inching inside. Maybe it was from fullness, or maybe it was because they tasted really good, but she took her time with swallowing them. Deep gulps slowly pulled them down her throat to join the other two, and she rested a hand on her full stomach. It was obvious with how it bulged and wriggled that she had eaten someone- rather, several someones- and she was just about at her limit...but there was one person left! She wasn't done yet, even though she was definitely ready to just lay down and sleep this off.

"U-um...Miss? You don't have to eat me, you look pretty full..." The last squid nervously offered. Maybe they were scared...the idol shook her head, giving them a confident smile. "No way! I never let my fans down! You'll be just fine, look." She moves over to the blue squid, lifting them up and letting them rest against her stomach for a moment. It was definitely noisy, burbling and grumbling around all the inkfish inside, but they were unharmed. "See? They're alright! My stomach knows friends from food. I'll let you guys out soon so you can get right back into the fight!" While still apprehensive, the little squid nodded when they saw her reassuring smile. "Alright, that's my team for ya! Down the hatch!"

Rather than take her time, she decided to get it over with quickly and just guzzle them down. She was as careful as always to make sure her fangs didn't nick them, but she quickly slurped and swallowed until there was nothing left outside but some bluish ink on her face. Frye sighed and groaned, flopping onto her back as she was stuffed to the limit. Her stomach wasn't complaining- it was all too happy to knead and churn around the group of inkfish that were packed inside. She rubbed at her overfull stomach and sighed again, unable to stifle a burp thanks to all their movement. How on earth was she supposed to perform when she couldn't even move?

[giantess2021]

(Camera is kind of broken.)

Anyways, I ate way too much 😶

What do you think I ate? 😌

What are you hoping is digesting in my belly right now? 😌

[giant-robot-catgirl]

Midnight Snack

CW: NSFW, size difference, willing vore, implied digestion and reformation, anthro prey, monster/robot pred

"You're woken up late at night by your partner, who wants to spend some time with you. Eventually, you get hungry."

...

“Am? Are you awake?”

You are now, at least. A bit groggy, you rouse from slumber and stretch your stiff limbs - four of them, feline in nature, but only partially organic. Your long, black tail sweeps across the rug and curls around the anthro sparklewolf on the floor next to you. Already purring at her presence, you pull her closer with an enormous paw and give her forehead a few affectionate licks, causing the fluffy, multicolored fur there to stick up at awkward angles. She feigns disgust, giving your foreleg a playful shove that doesn't budge it by an inch.

“No,” you reply pleasantly, and Floof sticks her tongue out at you before pressing on.

“Anyway, um, can I sleep here with you tonight? I can't really get comfy in bed, and I thought it'd be nice to spend some time together,” she explains. Your answer is almost immediate, and probably would have been if you weren't so drowsy.

“Of course.”

You pull her in closer, and her tail begins to wag as she snuggles up to your chest. She's much, much smaller than your enormous quadruped body, even though most average folks would consider her to be quite tall. Her six-foot-eight stature hardly would have reached your sternum if both of you were standing: You’re the size of a fire engine - and likely just as heavy as one. This never stopped Floof from treating you like an oversized and spoiled house cat, though, which wasn't really inaccurate. She presses her muzzle into your dark mane and enthusiastically rubs against your neck, where your throat vibrates with the intensity of your purrs. You bend to give her another swipe with your tongue, and the sweet scents of sugar and coconut cream wafts from her pristine, mostly-white fur up to your nose. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in deeply, smelling her, tasting her, and the two of you stiffen as your twin pair of stomachs rumble within you loudly enough for both you and Floof to hear. She buries her face into your oil-slick-black coat, but the increased speed of her wagging tells you that she was thinking the same thing as you. You glance down at her through your fringe and see that she’s twirling a tuft of your hair between her paw-beans shyly.

“You… sound hungry,” she remarks, her voice uncharacteristically soft. You nod in agreement, feeling the familiar post-nap peckishness you always felt as a hollow ache in your guts. “As usual.” Your paw cinches her tighter to your body, and you feel her squirming excitedly in your grasp. “When am I ever not hungry?” You flash her a grin that’s filled with gleaming metal teeth. As expected, she only wags faster at this, her curly tail going in circles behind her. She’s so easy to rile up every time, even though the two of you have done this dozens of times by now.

“Good point…”

You push your face against her middle and mouth teasingly at the pink tank top that barely fits over her bust, tugging on it gently with those gigantic, pointed teeth. Her breaths quicken immediately.

“You know,” you begin, crooning into her perked-up ears. She shivered with anticipation, knowing the two of you were too eager tonight to take this slow. “You could always help with that…”

As if on cue, your stomachs roar with hunger once more. Floof’s entire body wiggles with her wagging, now. Breathless, she nods and gives you a thumbs up. You chuckle fondly in response. It's undeniable how infectious her eagerness is - she practically radiates with enthusiasm at this point - and for a moment, you almost wish you could shine in the way that she did. She was the sun to your moon, a rainbow across a cloudy sky.

“I’d love to.”

Another expected response, but appreciated nonetheless. You take this as permission to press on, and it requires very little effort to slip her top off and then her pajama shorts. It certainly helps that she was practically ripping her clothes off in an attempt to speed things along. She’d never been very patient, and it was a virtue you intended to help teach her, but for now, you were happy to go along with it. This eventually leaves her in nothing more than her collar and some frilly underwear, her abundance of soft fluff covering her chest with natural modesty. You debate on asking her to take her remaining articles off as well, but ultimately decide that it doesn’t matter - this is your shared headspace, after all, and the only real things here were you and her. That, and part of you secretly loves to belch up her collar after all is said and done. Maybe it isn’t that much of a secret, but you know Floof wouldn’t mind. You take another few seconds to admire her, drinking in her supple, generous curves and fairly muscular build. She's a bit chubby as well, and her tummy just barely spills over the waistband of her briefs.

“Excellent,” you purr. Your rough, glossy tongue darts out from between your lips and licks her again, and her taste is irresistibly sweet and refreshing. “Do you have a preference on going down head or feet-first?”

She's staring at your mouth while she responds.

“Um… head-first sounds nice today.”

That works for you just fine. Your jaws slowly part, revealing the slick, midnight-dark interior of your maw. Your tongue writhes, shimmering with saliva, and your breath is humid and hot against her. She reaches up and places her fore-paw against your tongue. You lap and suck on it, tugging gently as you try to pull her inside. She giggles in response.

“So eager,” she teased.

“I can't help it. I'm starving, and you're delicious.”

She places her other hand into your mouth, and you close your lips around her wrists. She hasn't stopped wagging, and likely wouldn't for a while. She pushes against your mouth, trying to force her way in, and you smirk around her limbs.

“Now who's eager?” you ask her. She flushes a rosy pink and averts her gaze, though it's still obvious how desperate for you she is. You nibble on her wrists teasingly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to elicit an adorable little squeal from her. Your belly rumbles impatiently, but you try to ignore it for now, your eyes fixed on your partner and prey before you.

“Be honest,” you insist. “Tell me how much you want this.”

You can practically hear her heart racing. After a moment, she eventually swallows and nods.

“Am,” she breathes, her tone almost pleading. “I… I want you to eat me. I want in.”

You wanted that too, of course. Your entire body ached for her presence inside of it. Your first stomach growls invitingly, and she redoubles her efforts and squeezes her muzzle past your lips. You open your jaws just enough for her head and neck to enter, but hold them in place, taunting her as she attempts to clear her broad shoulders. You shiver at the sensation, appreciating just how badly she wants inside of you, your teeth combing through her fur with her motions. Her little frustrated huffs are kind of cute.

Finally, you grow too hungry to continue your little game. With an abrupt motion, you open wide and engulf her up to her waist. Floof tumbles onto your tongue, the sudden lack of resistance throwing her off-balance. You gnaw on her pudgy tummy with a practiced gentleness, and she squeaks ticklishly each time your polished incisors graze her sensitive skin. With little effort, you scoop her up into your maw, balancing her on your tongue as you lift your head into the air, and she instinctively goes limp in your grasp - she knows how much easier she is to swallow when she stays still. Slowly, you tip your head back, and she begins to slide towards your throat. You pause, listening for any final objections, and when you hear none, you gulp her down.

Immediately, Floof begins to slip down the slick tube of your throat, and though you can tell she's trying very hard not to, she can't help but squirm. You raise your paw to your long neck and swallow again, forcing the wiggling bulge in your esophagus to descend towards your first stomach. You trace her shape all the way down to your collarbone, where she finally disappears into you, though you feel her wide hips momentarily wedge themselves in your esophageal sphincter. Maybe she's been gaining faster than you originally thought. Your tail twitches with amusement at this, and for a few seconds, you savor the sensation of your darling prey trying to squeeze into your guts as if it was all that matters to her.

Another loud, thick gulp finally does the trick. Groaning with satisfaction, you can feel her weight sink into your gut, feel her paws pushing experimentally on the wrinkled, muscular walls. She finally allows herself to really move again, and begins to rub herself against every inch of your stomach that she could reach. You flop over onto your side, and she slides around with an audible squelching before righting herself.

“Ahh… Wonderful,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your paw caresses your swollen belly, now full of excitable sparklewolfgirl. She really is quite filling for an after-nap snack, though you could always go for more food. The sound of your purring is almost louder than the workings of your stomach as you make yourself comfortable, and Floof soon follows suit. There truly was no better feeling in the world than having a beloved preything settling in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and clearly you weren't the only one enjoying this, either. You could even feel her tail still spinning like a propeller. The hunger you'd felt earlier had melted away, and now the pleasure of the experience dominates your senses, nearly drowning you in it. She wasn't just prey - she was your prey.

“Doing alright in there?” You ask, and Floof responds by practically doing somersaults in your belly.

“Yes. Very.” Her voice is adorably muffled. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. You know I can't say no to you.”

“Or to anyone,” she ribs you playfully, and your face grows warm with embarrassment. Trying to ignore it, you attempt to tease her back.

“You wanted this from the start, I assume? And the whole ‘can't sleep’ routine was just set dressing?”

“Yeah, maybe. What about it?”

“You could have just asked me to eat you, you know.”

“But where's the fun in that?”

You chuckle, still stroking and pawing your stomach.

“Fair point.”

As the excitement of the exchange fades, you're left feeling heavy and sleepy, and you stretch out on your rug and give a tremendous sigh of contentment. Floof seems to have laid down as well, curling up inside of you safe and sound - at least until she wriggled her way deeper into you. In that moment, you feel complete, whole. Still purring with each rise and fall of your chest, you hug her from the outside, your paws petting her through several thick layers of fur, skin, structure gel, and muscle.

“I love you,” you mumble, half-asleep. Drowsiness had settled over you like a warm, heavy blanket, and you were more than content to finish your nap with a full belly and the company of your companion. The last thing you remember before drifting off was Floof's soft-spoken reply:

“I love you too, Am.”

[poppykochbelly]

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[mini clip filmed with a fisheye lens. Giantess Poppy is SO hungry, it's time for you to become Her snack. ou're so small, you can't do anything to stop Her~ Goddess ALWAYS gets what She wants.

Heavy focus on mouth & tongue shots, including a shot from inside my mouth of the tiny entering!! Extra loud gulps as I swallow you down, thin -> round belly, and a minute of digestion gurgles to end once you're finally inside my gut <3]

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[butchpreyboy]

i need a girl to look at me like i'm prey 😵‍💫

[lesbianoms]

The perfect date with an older woman ends with me in her belly and her in bed getting ready to sleep off her big meal…

[shoggothicc]

lil monstery thang

[nomstellations]

A bunch of fairies healing a sick pred from within?

The Enigmawood was a sprawling forest filled with magic, mystery, and all manner of strange and unknown creatures. People rarely ventured to it, as those who wandered too deep never returned, and most settlements didn't put themselves too close to it out of superstition and fear.

Arice was currently regretting her decision to live right at its borders, with the closest town a few hours away. Much to her dismay, even the most cautious of witches get sick every once in a while!

She could easily whip up medicine for herself, but her illness sapped the strength from her body and left her unwilling to move. She laid in bed feeling feverish, drained, and too uncomfortable to sleep...maybe her pride had gotten the better of her in choosing to live here, but the benefits usually outweighed the drawbacks. Unable to continue her research in this state, she opted to stay put and conserve her energy until she could get up and mix medicine for herself. If only a breeze would blow through her window, it'd offer some relief from the heat she felt...

"Arice~!"

"Miss Silverwood?"

"Lady Ariceeee! We're here to play!"

What blew through was not a breeze, but a dusting of fairies. She knew them all- they were the first beings she befriended after moving here, and it turned out that the fairy population of the Enigmawood was largely friendly. They enjoyed hearing tales of the world outside, and they helped her find useful herbs in return for the time she spent with them. But today the witch was in no condition to entertain them as they fluttered in, all crowding around her face. She groaned quietly, not even opening her eyes to look at them.

"Miss...? You're all red like a ripe berry!" A fairy chirped, moving to touch her face and quickly drawing away from how warm it was. "Farro..." She mumbled, gently brushing the fairy away. "I can't play today, I'm sorry...I've gotten sick. I don't have the strength to..." Their normally bright glow dimmed, and they turned to the others for help.

"Sick...that's bad, right?" "Duh, Bellflower! This happens to humans a lot! They can die if they don't get better!" Tiny gasps fill the air. "H-how can we help! Do the Grandfae know anything about humans...?" The fairies tittered among themselves. Arice found the gesture sweet, but it was just a nasty cold. She wouldn't die, but it's not like she could bother to explain...the fairy dust that drifted from their wings felt nice and cool on her skin, so she wasn't about to complain.

"Hey, why don't we use magic? We can make it go away, I'm sure!" Farrow exclaimed, their glow brightening up. "We're so small, though...how's that going to change anything?" There was a few moments of silence before Arice could faintly pick out some tiny whispers. They were too small to really make out, but one of them finally spoke up and got her attention. "Lady Arice! We're going to use some magic on you, okay? Don't panic, it'll be safe!"

"Freak out...?"

Her questioning provided Farro with the perfect opportunity to leap into her mouth! Arice's eyes snapped open all of a sudden, shocked by the fairy's quick movement. Too stunned to spit them out, they wriggled to the back of her throat, triggering her body's response to swallow. Farro easily slid down her gullet, with a cooling sensation making their descent felt. "Wh- what are you all doing...?" It was enough to shock her hazy mind, but it was too late for her to try and spit them out now. "My turn~ Think of this as a favor, miss!"

Bellflower was next, wriggling in with a bit of effort. She had a more sweet flavor compared to Farro, but...was she really considering the flavor of her fairy friends? She was too weak to really resist being fed like this, so it didn't take long for the next one to be sent down with a thick gulp. That left Thistle, the largest of the group, almost shyly rubbing their arm. "I think Farro's idea was kind of dumb...but we do want to help you. We'll be alright, so don't worry."

They waited patiently, waiting for Arice to open her mouth, and after a few moments she did. The fairies in her stomach seemed to be doing something, as a cool and almost tingly sensation spread through her body. Maybe this was the magic they planned on using? Whatever it was, it was chasing away her fever...so she felt she could trust this plan of theirs. Allowing Thistle to crawl inside, they were a lot more careful than the others with feeding themselves to her. They waited until she was ready, letting her take a few swallows to work them down her throat.

Arice felt full. Looking down, she could see a faint glow coming from her stomach. The magic only grew stronger as the last fairy filled her stomach, making her finally feel relaxed and comfortable. She didn't need to worry about eating for now, either...she swore she could hear one of their voices asking for her, but now with a full belly her fatigue was hitting her full force. She'll have to thank them properly...after this long-awaited nap.

[naszircrock4]

Crucial operation By Aru

[mariopokemonuniverse]

My favorite preds are those who think a specific prey character is the most delicious meal in existence, and when presented with an opportunity to consume said prey, become voracious and salivate with an open mouth over them. It also always has to be unwilling prey, and preferably hard vore with chewing and digestion.

So far I have requested comics featuring this scenario with Bowser and Peach, and with Mileena and Kitana; perhaps more pred/prey character combinations in the future.

[thealmightyemprex]

The Huntress -A character you guys helped me make

The Huntress is a huntress cursed by an enchantress to be a monster,after she started hunting humans .She is 8 ft tall with the head of leopard seal ,the tail of a serpent,and both the legs and wings of a bird .She has a taste for humans ,who she catches and eats.She lives on a cliffside cave ,living with her human wife Behati

@themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @ariel-seagull-wings @piterelizabethdevries

[ianarovoices]

VORE AUDIO RELEASE!

Myself and ShortcakeASMR want to keep you as our tummy toy, to be eaten up over and over...

(Art is by Shortcake, too! <3) Click here to listen to the collab audio.~