#immobile pred

[plumpling]

Large inky imp!!

for smoge uwu commission

[heavypressure]

Would love to be a pred who unvillingly gets forcefed a same size prey and now has to deal with the huge stomach that makes me almost immobile for at least a week. My guts struggling to digest such a meal, my insides getting so so upset and clogged...

After the prey finally stops kicking and i begin thinking that my belly can finally get a break now, but the whole thing is just getting started. My stomach getting more and more bloated each day, now just with gas because of the indigestion.

Laying down on my side, moaning, trying to massage my enormous gut which is trying it's best and failing horribly

Red stretch marks covering my grossly distended belly, it's so tight and packed that nothing is able to move inside, pockets of gas continuing to press on the walls of my intestines, bringing me huge discomfort ... Ah, if only someone just helped me out with a huge dose of laxatives and a good belly rub....

[intestinalemphasis]

An experienced pred knowingly teaching a first-time pred the wrong things, letting them eat a prey too big for them and then being stuck and immobile with indigestion. Of course, then they get a free two-for-one meal, much to the new pred's flustered dismay...

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Fit for a King

Tags: Feedism, Pred/Prey, slave/owner, Dumbification, implied vore, but not explicit, fattening prey to eat, Royalty AU, Royal King/Pred Jungkook, Slave prey/ chubby Jimin, hybrids: Bunny Jimin, Wolf Jungkook

Prey have become rare and therefore are prized possessions. They've all been hunted and sold into slavery until, eventually, they end up safe in a predator’s belly. It's their sole purpose and what they're meant for, at least that's the propaganda that predators feed them.

Only the royals rolling in wealth can afford such feasts. Jungkook is the richest predator, a massively over-fed wolf, because he gets anything and everything that he wants. It's a perk of being King.

Jimin is so sweet and dumb and plump. A happy little slave to the King on high. He's so lucky to be owned by such a wealthy predator.

Jungkook is overly indulgent to his dumb bunny. So doting. Constantly pampering Jimin. Despite his royal status, Jungkook always keeps Jimin in his grasp so no one can steal what is rightfully his. Jungkook isn't a fool to the hungry stares directed at his tubby prey. He only made that mistake once, when he was a prince, haughty and proud. He had paraded his prey at the time with abandon. All it took was for one hungry predator and Jungkook never made the same mistake again. Now, his meal is safely collared and leashed, content to live right on his lap as Jungkook dotes on him and feels the soft chub slowly thicken in his hands.

It's such a honor to be the high-King's meal. Jimin is treated like a princess himself and is kept blissfully unaware, only spoiled by everyone in the court. All of the rich predators compliment their King on Jimin's size as he grows, like the sweet, fattened pet that he is.

Jimin is fed cake and sweets at parties, kept happy and dumb. Jungkook shows off to his ostentatious court of predators by stuffing the bunny until he's heavy and round, lazy and forced to rest. After each party that Jungkook hosts just to fatten his prey in front of everyone, he's rewarded with the currency of lust-filled admiration for his treat. His plump dessert. Lush and luxerious, destined to feed the King's gut. The predators drool as their King's prized prey slowly rounds and fattens, getting more dumb and delicious by the day.

Jungkook smirks as predators offer him gold and jewels for his favor, using the prey to further his own wealth. He purrs at the many gifts rained down upon him, with the fattened bunny kept in his claws. Jimin is destined to only feed the King, and there's nothing that the greedy lords and ladies can do about it, unless they want to experience the high-King's anger. Just like Jungkook, they've learned their lesson. All it took was that one time for them to all understand that staying in the King's favor meant security. They're all slaves to him, in a way. Societal slaves to the rich, cunning tyrant.

It's such a boast of status, a display of wealth to fatten a prey so heavily, only to eat them and devour all of their riches. Jungkook keeps Jimin much longer because of it. It's in fashion to test the limits of how big a prey can be grown. Stretch marks and ripped skin are a thing of beauty.

Jungkook's dumb slave can barely move by the time he's buttered and sprinkled with sugar, just how the King likes. The immobile prey permanently lounges against the large King's belly and listens to the greedy gurgles that he don't know to associate with doomed hunger.

Jimin doesn't have anything to worry about. His predator takes such good care of him! He's such a lucky bun. Spoiled and clearly adored by everyone. The richest, fattest jewel in the whole kingdom, Jungkook says. Perfect in every way. His favorite slave. His prized possession...

Until Jungkook decides that his prey is better-off settled deep inside of his hungry gut, of course.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

immobile preds... good

[pudgy-planets]

Horny thoughts-

Male/Futa preds coating their prey head to toe in their tar thick, almost super glue like seed to immobilize their bodies and preventing any means plausible escape.

Before wolfing them down, now properly seasoned with extra flavor to boot!

[philicheesecake]

Idea that I’ve had swimming in my head today:

Two bounty hunters, one pred and a prey. The prey is bait for whoever has the misfortune of having a bounty on their head and Pred eats them to keep ‘em quiet and immobile while they head back to get paid. If they’re wanted alive then it can be used for safe vore, if they’re wanted either way then they’ll get there either way, if they’re wanted dead then…you know.

Wether the setting is sci fi, fantasy or whatever is up to you

Another very specific trope I was having a little trouble coming up with ideas for, but I’m all for it, and I’d be interested in seeing more content for things like this. Bounty hunter preds are super fun

[intestinalemphasis]

Dom pred that punishes their sub prey partner by feeding all their friends to them. Most of the time they're shrunken down, little morsels of punishment for being disobedient. But sometimes, when they're REALLY bad, the pred doesn't even go through the efforts of shrinking them, and just makes the prey swallow down their friends whole, inch by inch, one tearful swallow at a time.

Their body wasn't built for being a pred, though, so every step of the process is excruciatingly difficult. It takes forever for them to get the friends body down into their stomach. It will be even longer before they can even begin to digest.

By the time they're done, they're immobile, as their former friend, now meal, thrashes around inside them. It'll be hours before they even grow tired, and at least a few days for them to begin to soften somewhat. Their gut can hardly gurgle, so packed tight and uncomfortable. It's as if there's a boulder in their gut. Except that it fights back.

The pred strokes their engorged stomach, licking their chops.

"once they're a little softer and really plumping out your frame, then it's my turn to enjoy a thick, filling meal..."

[nirahsaooc]

Prey

Some minor rambling on the hulu movie ‘Prey’ that is the latest in the Predator movie franchise. Mostly with regards to the predictable comments I saw being made about how predictable and ‘woke’ the movie is. Which yeah the movie is somewhat predictable....but then again so are the other Predator movies, they are part of the Creature Feature Genre which do have alot of similarities in how things tend to go down and the end result. None of them are trying to do big plot twists in an attempt to freak your mind. And especially going in knowing about the Predators from the other movies means that of course some scenes are predictable because we know how the predator is going to react because of his Code of Ethics for the Hunt.

Major spoilers below the read more including the ending, though given the franchise this is a part of its not hard to guess how the movie ends in general.

Namely found the unsurprising bitching from some guys about a woman beating the predator with her ‘wits’. And how the movie goes out of its way to portray her as the best at everything in her tribe making her such a mary sue!

Well the second part is flat out wrong since the movie really actually points out she is not the best warrior of her tribe. Her brother Taabe is demonstrated multiple times to be the superior hunter/marksman/warrior compared to her.

Her other skills are basically on par with others in her Tribe. The area where she is the best of her Tribe is Tracking and Observation, she notices things others don’t and adapts her own strategy in accordance to this. Early example is when she was aiming at a Bird with her bow but her brother Taabe quickly fires a shot and steals the kill which he teases her about. But she then states how she was waiting for the bird to circle back because now Taabe has to go and cross a river in order to retrieve the body.

This is the main thing that helps her against the Feral Predator, as she watches him and remembers how he acts and is hunting. Like there is one scene where the Predator is pursuing her and she accidently triggers a bear trap that some trappers had set up. Snagging her foot and completely immobilizing her making her extremely easy prey for the Predator to catch up to and finish off. However, unsurprising to anyone familiar with the Predators, the Feral Pred stops in front of her and inspects the trap out of curiosity before he leaves, since he wants prey that is a challenge a thrill and danger to hunt, and killing a trapped animal has no sport or honor to it. She remembers this and when French Trappers use her and her brother as bait for the predator, she essentially tells her brother that they’re safe because “It’s not that kind of hunter, it doesn’t want bait.” So yeah, she beats the Predator with her wits, because she learned from how the Predator did things and engaged in hit and run attacks to wear him down because she knew she could not engage the Pred head on and survive.

Ofcourse then there are the complaints about a woman 1/5 the size of Dutch(Arnold in the first movie) beating the Predator, because you know she’s not anywhere near as strong as Dutch is, she’s just a woman and hollywood is just letting her win to show ‘Ooooh women can fight like dutch too!’

Which she never fights like Dutch. Dutch fights like a trained Soldier and a strong man while at points trying to go toe to toe with the Predator. Naru fights like a trained Survivalist that is using anything she can get her hands on to increase her odds of survival.

And anyone that has seen the first Predator movie knows exactly what happened when Dutch goaded the Predator into a fistfight thinking it would help even the odds in his favor.

He got in a few good hits.....actually I’m lying, Dutch got completely rolled by the Predator in a brawl because the Predator was just THAT much stronger and tougher. Like Dutch never once almost held his own because of his strength as a man, he got thrown around like a rag doll. So basically the fact that Dutch was an extremely strong and fit man meant absolutely NOTHING in his fight against the Predator.

Infact how did he beat the Predator if it was that much stronger?

That’s right he tricked it into a deadfall trap.

But of course a woman doing something like this, beating the predator with her wits is just so silly, because she isn’t as strong physically as Dutch was, we all know that how strong you are is what directly determines how clever you are after all!

I’ve just ranting though since in the end the people that had made these comments, are just insecure men that find a woman being written as a capable protagonist as ‘woke’ because they are basically misogynists that look for any reason to put female characters down and dismiss them.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

yuri... where one of them is an immobile pred... and the other brings (read: lures or kidnaps) food for her is really good...

bonus points if the trip up the lardpile pred is long and involved or if theres some other foreplay between the couple and their prey before they get swallowed... vore is (personally) at its best when the pred gives you time to let the fact you're just food to her sink in, after all

[smallgayblanket]

You know I'm not into hardcore vore.

But little jellybubs who are clueless and accidentally get swallowed and find comfort just sitting in a warm.tum.eithout the fear of death? I can appricated that closeness.

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

Okay hear me out

Prey tied up with licorice to keep them immobilized long enough for the pred to swallow them down

I WAS GOING TO GO BACK AND ANSWER MY ASKS IN ORDER JUST NOW BUT THIS. YES. ALL OF THIS. IM SO SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS WRITING.

Imagine the pred lifting up their prey to their mouth and giving them a lick that’s firm but gentle. The prey is terrified and outraged being tied up by their friend. The pred admires their catch for a moment before gulping them down quick. They have to be fast because by the time their friend reaches their gut the liquorice starts to melt off them cause of all slime.

“You asshole!” The prey shouts after a moment of pause. “Was that liquorice??!”

The pred chuckles in response, rubbing at their happily-growling-middle. “Yes, it was. And you paired so well with it~… you didn’t think I was actually going to hurt you, right?”

“… Nooooo” the prey replies with a bit of hesitation.

“No one will ever hurt you so long as I’m here, my sweet treat~” the pred purrs back.

“That was so cheesy. I’m going to beat up your insides” the prey warns

“Go ahead, my sweet, you’re not coming out until I decide it’s time anyway” the pred taunts and smiles when the prey groans in faux frustration.

The prey loves being treated like a delicacy and as much as they don’t like to admit it, be fully at the pred’s mercy. And the pred… well, as long as they get to provide some after care post-full-stomach, they are more than happy~

[debiteful]

When the clock strikes midnight, October 31st technically ends, but the Halloween celebration is just beginning for the true creatures of the night. These monsters roam the streets, going from house to house to get their own treats to enjoy.

One monster delicately enjoys their tricks or treating haul.

Content: soft vore, fatal/digestion implied, multiple tiny unwilling prey, monstrous pred, prey treated like candy/objectified, first person ("I") perspective

I stalked down the street, avoiding the pools of light cast by street lamps. Most of the homes lining the way were dark, but a few windows were lit. Even fewer had a jack-o-lantern carved with three fangs, two on the bottom and one on the top to form a v, placed prominently on the front step. These were the places for creatures like me.

Sack held tightly in my claws, I walked down the front path to one such house and knocked on the door. The thing that answered the door was either wearing the best costume or they truly did have two spiraling horns and a furry face. Their big, golden eyes took me in, rectangular pupils darting around. With a gap-toothed grin they picked up a handful of treats from their bowl and dropped it into my outstretched sack. The little creatures writhed in their hand and the mass wriggled apart in the bottom of my bag.

We nodded to one another, then I turned, flaring my cape, and headed back to the street. I carried onward, scanning the decorations for the telltale pumpkin. Some teenagers were gathered in a dark yard, a pale carton of eggs in one of their hands. I smirked at the little villains; they probably thought they were the scariest things out here tonight.

I traveled across the city, from one residential district to the next. Occasionally I came across other roving beasts. We would meet eachothers eyes for a heartbeat of acknowledgement before carrying on our solitary way. There were one or two packs, probably werewolves, and I ignored them altogether.

My sack was beginning to feel heavy, the mass of tiny bodies within undulating. At the next house, I shifted my grip and slipped a hand into the bag to grab one of the newest goodies. I gave the giver a wink before popping the tiny person into my mouth.

Its slight form flailed on my tongue. The powerful muscle arched to pin it to my palate before dragging across their entire being. I walked down the steps and up the driveway, giving my snack a firm suck, rendering them immobile. As the pressure eased they struggled with renewed vigor and I gave a weak, habitual chew. The motion squeezed out a tiny moan, but didn't break skin nor bone. My mouth watered and I continued to rub them into my tongue, working out every sweet scrap of flavour.

When I'd enjoyed all I could, I swallowed easily. By now its poor little body was limp from exhaustion, and my throat constricted around it in waves. I couldn't even feel it once it slid from my esophagus. I would have to be a little quicker with some if I wanted that delightful fluttering in my gut.

The moon was still high above when I concluded my trick or treating. My burden was bulging. With so many little creatures, their protests and cries were a soft hum of mingled noise. Satisfied, I turned to home.

Once back in my lair, I flopped on a comfy chair and hauled the sack onto my lap. I rolled the top edge down and licked my lips as I surveyed the tangled heap of limbs and bodies. 

I started with one at a time, delicately pinching a single morsel between two claws and dangling them above my watering mouth. They plopped in with a wet slap against my saliva slicked tongue before being plunged into the humid darkness of my closed maw. I was careful not to damage them with my sharp teeth, instead rolling them around with my tongue to work out every bit of flavour from their surface.

I was delighted to discover some had been seasoned or powdered in sugar. These tantalizing mouthfuls were the ones I savored the most. Drool escaped the corner of my mouth and I closed my eyes in pure bliss for the first moments after one such critter hit my tongue. Then I licked at them like all the rest.

Eventually my mouth was saturated in their mingled flavours. Saliva continued to flow freely and new mouthfuls offered very little fresh taste. Now it became about filling my belly.

I grabbed a small handful of wriggly bodies and stuffed them into my mouth. My jaws worked gently alongside my slippery tongue to squeeze and soak the entire lot. With a couple effortful gulps the whole clump of them were down. With a few sliding down at a time I was now able to feel their progress from the top of my throat all the way down behind my ribs to the already churning belly.

A few more handfuls, each one guzzled with increasing speed, did the trick. My stomach felt taught and full, though there was no visible sign. Most importantly, all those little writhing forms massaged the wrinkled walls of my belly. I gave a satisfied sigh and leaned back in my chair. With a little grunt of effort I pushed the bag of remaining treats onto the floor, careful not to spill.

One hand slid onto my full belly. I began to rub in small circles, complimenting the churning contractions below. My other hand fumbled for s remote control so I could watch some TV. In the morning I would sleep; for now I was going to enjoy my haul. This wouldn't be the last night of indulgence either. I knew how to keep them good for quite a while and wasn't into overdoing it. My tongue swiped over my lips to get one last lingering taste. 

[intestinalemphasis]

I'm not so often a pred as I am a pred's snack, but maaaaan I am feeling a need right now for laying in bed with a big full belly of breakfast.

If I eat someone now, you promise you won't take advantage of the fact my lil body will be immobile and weighed to the floor for a while, right?

🥺👉👈

[digestavore]

Would you consider keeping me as your prey cum dump for a good time slowly filling me up with cum till I’m more than just cream filled prey but grown entirely from your seed pumped directly up my ass or the bottom of my throat filling up my dis-centred gut with your pred cock?

Mmm 😈 I've been told my cum is extremely fattening....being bred my me multiple times a day will have you immobile in no time....especially if I'm dumping churned up preyboys inside you, bones and all....

[mightysteelix]

Ever since I got this smug bastard two days ago, I can't stop thinking about him.

Look at that smug smile, look at that pretty face, look at that slightly showing tongue... I want so much to write a story with Kuon as a pred...

And he would be such a perfect pred! Unabashedly cruel, wonderfully smug, obscenely powerful. Perhaps he is fighting against someone, hiding his power and pretending to struggle. Then, once he patience runs out, he will overpower the opponent quickly, bind them and prepare to devour them.

CW: vore, cruel pred

On the one hand: he needs to recover the wasted magical power. On the other: he is a sadistic bastard and he'll love every moment of his meal. It will start with a quick lick to the face: for him to get a nice taste before the main meal. Then he will make his prey beg: beg for their life, beg for quicker death.

He will not listen, of course. It is all part of the performance, another chance to gloat his power. Because he has already decided that he is going to eat and he doesn't change his plans. No matter the begging, no matter the pleas.

He is again slow, painfully slow. The struggles of his prey, the anguish, the screams and the cries: they all make the meal a true joy. He wants to feel those struggles against his throat and his stomach. He will gloat as his prey fights meaninglessly to escape the bottomless pit of his stomach. But there is no way out. No way to survive if one made the mistake of fighting him.

His pristine clothes might have been torn at the fight. Then his belly will show, pressing forward with each hardly restrained gulp. Kuon wants to prolong the fun, extend his prey's limitless suffering - but he also wants to end it quickly, to devour the prey in one swallowing. And then find someone else. That's all enemies mean to him: more power, more joy.

(I'm writing him as a real bastard now, am I not?)

He might be burpy - but for all his sadism, he is man of his manners. Perhaps he will hide his lips behind a delicate fan, keep himself as quiet as possible. But the more the prey struggles, the more he needs to let all that gas out... In the end, his pleasure matters more than the manners. His burps will be quiet, of course, almost shameful - the closest Kuon ever feels to embarrassment.

But then it dies down, replaced with more sadistic joy. The movements of his prey slow down. Perhaps they have finally resigned to their fate. Perhaps they have no more power to struggle.

Kuon will smack his gut good, smack it loudly. Gloat as he digests his poor, pathetic prey. Gloat how large he is, how greedy he is, how much more he can devour. Rub the sore, stretched skin and prepare for another meal, because he can never stop at only one.

There better be many challengers for him.

And then, after he's went through them all and devoured as much as he could - so much that his gut is an obscene, bloated orb that leaves him immobile for a while and he can only sit, moan and belch - for shame had died long ago - he smirks.

And with a quick gesture of his hands binds the souls of his favorites - imbues them in his dolls. Because he will not let them that quickly, not when he wants to keep having fun.