#pred problems

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

me: im gonna follow this person because they have interesting prompts and their niche interest will help diversify my feed

later: hmmmm my feed appears to be entirely vore now and its just this one singular person posting a lot

[captlok]

Wade Ripple is everything I want to see in terms of gender.

He’s so DUDEBRO and yet he embodies a very female-associated way of being that’s sensitive (even hyper-sensitive) and aside from people kind of acting bewildered sometimes at him and his over-emotive family, he’s never shamed for it.

In meatbag land (humans) he’d get called a sissy boy. Even gay. Despite the fact that he is nearly 0% swishy (he has a few moments. barely) But it seems to be simply a facet of Water culture at large.

It, in turn, stands in stark contrast to the people in economic power in the real world, who tend to have inherited the ‘stiff upper lip’ attitude of colonizers.

I know it’s probably just meant to be a gag bc water = tears but it ends up being really fascinating.

[juuse74]

Is there a reset button we can push and just go back to last season's roster?

[supernormalblogname]

pls draw more salm0n r.un vore i beg of you.... i can't stop staring at your last drawing... it's so good. the vore thoughts plague me whenever im playing and its so good to see them finally come to fruition..............

YES.. YES.... I WILL !! I MUST !!!! genuinely vore thoughts abt these silly fish have plagued me aswell before i even got into drawing vore... now that i have the Power i must create the images i'm always wanting to see. expect salmons in the near future

[kissingwookiees]

it's 2023 and i know msg is historic but how do you not have direct access to the locker room from the bench?? in 2023??

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Man, I feel like Shellington would be such a chill pred. Y'know?

Just like, chill out, take a nap. He won't care. He'll probably just forget your in there

Only a problem once you want to get out or the Cap'n comes looking for you... then it gets a li'l awkward trying to make yourself known without scaring him :/

he, in fact, does regularly forget about prey- especially the vegimals (in part because he's so used to the weight of them that it kind of melts into the back of his mind) and is just as regularly startled when he remembers there's a living thing inside him

its a common occurrence for him to end up wandering around the ship looking for someone who is right there which has lead to... more than one situation exactly like this:

[craveablenomster]

I love it when a pred gets weighed down by their prey, and Im talking like can't move levels of weighed down. ESPECIALLY if the pred did not consider this until the very moment it became a problem and now theyre just stuck sitting/laying on this particular patch of floor for an indeterminate amount of time

[constantlyvornypredator]

Inexperienced pred eats prey for the first time. It was a wonderful experience, but days later there seems to be a problem; their guts don't seem to be doing so well. Their stomach feels both full and empty. They for sure digested their meal and passed it on but it just feels like something is sitting in here unable to move. They feel hungry but at the same time the thought of food makes them feel sick. They can only eat a little at a time without making themselves queasy. Antacids seem to only mute their bloated, gurgling tummy somewhat but the feeling of not wanting to eat remains. They figure it's just a bug and it'll pass but as the days pass the symptoms get worse.

They are absolutely sick to their stomach, writhing in bed as they hold and rub their aching tummy and fighting waves of dizzying spirals that make them wanna hurl. They can feel their stomach doing flips. Every convulsion of hunger and sickeningly deep squelch vibrated across their midsection. They really don't want to puke, but their stomach definitely needs to reject something - whatever that is.

The bellyache is too much, and the pred gives up fighting the urge to vomit. They run over to the toilet, clutching their stomach, lift the seat and hunch over expelling the contents of their stomach. To the pred's surprise; there is no vomit. Instead, it's a shirt soaked in their spit, mucus, and stomach acids. The same white-T their prey was wearing. Now it made sense!

The pred sits by the toilet lurching and hacking up the rest of junk inside him; underwear, dark blue jeans that have definitely lost some of its color, one sneaker after the other, a phone, wallet, a large set of keys, and a watch.

Lesson learned: Strip your prey before consumption!

[thebearhungers]

Noisy digestion: There's nothing better than hearing your food getting burbled into belly brew.

Skeletal remains visible: What can I say, I'm a sadistic guy.

Weight gain: It really depends how MUCH weight. I do like a pred being visibly fatter after the fact, but within reason. I don't want them to gain 100+ pounds overnight, and while it's variable due to height, I'd say around 350 Ibs is the upper end I like to see in preds.

Prey is sitting amongst remains: Somewhat arousing to think of it being that much more unpleasant for them in there. A chilling reminder of what's in store for them.

Goopy digestion: It's OKAY, but it's not as appealing to the sadist in me to think of them just literally melting into goop instead of becoming bones.

Acid digestion: It's my favorite fate to subject people to!

Pred is not used to digestion: Not 100% sure what is meant by this. I'd guess indigestion, but that's a separate category. I guess they're just a fledgling vore pred? A little awkward, maybe a little ticklish, but still enjoying it? That's pretty cool.

Prey can regenerate: I do find extremely limited appeal to the idea of a pred swallowing and digesting someone over and over against their will endlessly, but outside of that vore needs to mean the end of a life if I'm gonna be into it.

Prey is willing: I really prefer the cruelty of gurgling up somebody who desperately DOESN'T want it, but willing prey are still digestible enough.

Dejection: I won't make any assumptions about what this means, because I could imagine several scenarios. But whatever it is, it's too niche to warrant being on this list.

Pred keeping memento of their prey: It's fine I guess, but I prefer my prey flushed and forgotten forever.

Indigestion: It's not my preference, but every once in a while I will indulge in some bellyache vore. It's got a different sort of flavor to it. A nice little kick to spice things up when they're getting stale, keep the vore fresh. And as a friend once said to me, there is something hot about the juxtaposition between the mild "first-world problem" of a pred's bellyache next to the slow and horrible death happening inside them.

Prey begging: Begging for your life only makes it hotter to keep you in there~

Pred Not Vore Fetishist: Yeah, I dunno, there's just something so magical about this. As cruel and monstrous as I am, I don't think my callousness can compete with that of someone who's not even into vore but still chooses to digest someone alive. Whether for the fun of it, out of curiosity, on a dare, just because they were feeling peckish, whatever the reason; it takes an unmatched level of heartlessness to put someone through that kind of suffering when you're not even planning on getting off to it. Such pointless suffering.

[tummytimee]

Pred Mouth perfect size for put prey in to sleep soundly put prey in Pred Mouth. Put Prey In Pred Mouth. no problems ever in pred mouth because good Shape and Support for prey neck weak of big prey head. A pred mouth yes a place for a prey put prey in pred mouth can trust pred for giving good love to prey.

[maviscat123]

ORIGINAL STORY BY CHUBBYMENVORE.

Ron pulled into his driveway and up into the garage of his small suburban home. He carefully parked the car and shut off the engine of his cheap sedan, the noise of the engine finally stopped ringing in his ears. He rubbed his eyes, the long week finally coming to an end. He reached over to the passenger seat, initially going for his briefcase, before a small green object caught his eye. An old baseball cap, with a worn rim and a logo he recognized from the local university sport teams was on the floor. In his burnt-out state it took him a few seconds to remember who it belonged to. It finally dawned on him that it belonged to this nice young man he picked up at the bar a few weeks ago. A familiar feeling washed over him as he picked up the hat. The young guy followed him back to his seedy motel room in the hopes of getting laid, but Ron was there for a different urge.

The older man looked down at his belly. He was in his mid 50s, but he'd been dealing with his problem for over 3 decades. Back in his 20s, he started having problems with his appetite. He suddenly became insatiable. It got so bad that he ate entire months worth of groceries in a single sitting. Nothing would satisfy. He went to the doctor, and with just one look the doc told him words that would haunt him.

Being told he was a Pred and his problems stemmed from not eating enough put him in a downer mood. He initially tried to live with it, swearing not to eat anyone. He lasted a few weeks, but eventually, just like every Pred, he relented when he saw his neighbor swimming next door. It was his first meal, and it drove him wild. Swallowing the man was second nature to him, not even having to pause or slow himself as he easily wolfed him down. After being hungry for so long he finally had the relief he so desperately needed. That full feeling. It was euphoric for him. His big pot gut wiggling about as his poor neighbor struggled in vain was too good to pass up. Despite that amazing feeling, he swore off eating others.

It didn't last, however. A little over a month later, the hunger came back. He tried to hold it off, but it never subsided. He relented again and again. He ate a co-worker, a mail man, a multitude of delivery guys, another neighbor, and finally one of his good friends over the course of a few weeks. He finally asked the doc for help, and he was put on some appetite suppressants. After months of eating dozens of poor guys, he finally had his insatiable appetite under control with the help of the meds. Even now, years later, they had helped him live a somewhat normal life. However, now a few decades later, they were starting to lose their edge.

He'd been hiding his 'affliction' from everyone. His co-workers, his boss, his friends, but most importantly; his family. Most of the time it wasn't a concern, as his medication kept his urges in check. Some days though his primal needs slipped through, and he had to relent. There were no early warnings for him, just randomly at some point in the day he would become ravenous. His stomach would ache like it had been withheld food for days. And he started seeing everyone as a delicious 3 course meal all in one.

Sometimes it would be months, and even had gone over a year a few times without having to eat some poor guy. Hiding it from his son, however, was usually pretty easy. His urges would usually come around lunchtime, and he would take the day off of work and go find somebody he could stuff down his gullet. He'd gone to dating sites, hookup apps, and local bars to find someone he could easily lure to some dark private corner to wolf them down to appease his appetite.

His hunger had almost gotten him caught once though. Shane and his buddies had gone out to the bar and invited him to come along. Ron knew all of Shane's friends for a while now so having him come along wasn't awkward or out of place for them. The night was going fine right up until Ron felt that unmistakable rumble deep in his belly. He knew he couldn't leave or hold off for the night. It had been over a year since his last Pred urges had called, and he needed to sate it. It was like an itch that could never be relieved, unless he had some poor man digesting away in his gut.

He went to the bar's restroom and scouted out a meal. He waited in the big stall at the end for potential meals to come in, peeking through a small crack in the door. Men came and went while he sized each of them up. Too big. Too small. Too skinny. Not meaty enough. Too drunk. Too strong looking. He profiled everyone like he was picking off a menu. Finally, some chunky blue-collar type walked in, and Ron picked his mark. Without any hesitation, Ron dragged him into one of the stalls and worked him into his mouth. It wasn't dignified or pleasant for either of them, but it had to be done. He couldn't even remove his clothes since he had to hide the evidence. It took several minutes, but soon Ron was alone in the stall, with a gut jutting almost 5 feet from his chest, bulging, squirming, and stretching in every direction.

He braced himself against the wall of the stall. He hated this part. Despite how good it made him feel, he was always guilty about it. Having to put someone through this ordeal to satisfy himself. To keep himself from going off the deep end from having to endure his never-ceasing hunger. He sat back on the toilet, letting his gut rest on his lap as he tried to put the thoughts of what was happening in his gut out of his mind. He tried to reason with himself like he always did, justifying his actions with the notion that it would be over for his meal soon and how he wasn't as bad as other Preds who ate people daily.

Ron had gotten away with it. His gut was satisfied, and nobody was the wiser. At least he thought that for a few moments until he heard his son walk in the bathroom and call for him. They were getting ready to leave and were waiting for him. He was stuck, a great gut full of squirming meat, and a time limit before his son would get suspicious. He tried to digest faster. He squeezed his gut. Kneaded the bulges down. Tried to do up his shirt to hide his girth. Nothing worked.

He belched out his air, which at least caused him to lose a bit of girth. He had to hurry. He squeezed harder, but the distinct man shaped bulge in his gut was too obvious to hide. He tried to reorient his meal to hide it better, but his gut soon started to gurgle loudly. Digestion had started, but it would take hours and hours to churn his meal down to where his gut looked normal. He had an idea, but it was cruel. He had no other choice and had to go for it. He backed up to one side of the stall and ran, gut first, into the wall. A sickening crunch was heard, before all movement in his gut ceased. The bulges had smoothed out slightly, and with some more kneading and squeezing, he got his belly looking presentable, albeit significantly larger than before.

Neither Shane nor any of his friends caught on to Ron's excess girth he had suddenly claimed from his long trip to the restroom. They all drove home in the car with him, all unaware of the extra passenger Ron had taken on in the bar's restroom. He swore off eating with his son so close by ever again. He tried to put it out of his mind, but all he could think about the entire drive home was the sharpness of the crunch when his gut hit the wall. It played in his mind every time they went back to that bar, but like every meal he had ever eaten, their last moments stuck with him.

He'd only eaten a few dozen people over the years, and the young man he took to the motel room from a few weeks ago was one of them. He had some fun with him, but the entire time he knew what was coming. He tried to hold himself back, but he couldn't help himself. He tried several times to let him go, even while in the middle of eating him. He tried to pull him out of his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to let his food go. He stayed awake all that evening as he lay on the cheap motel bed, full of regret of what he was putting this young man in his stomach through. It wasn't right, but he couldn't undo what he did. His gut slowly going from wiggling, to still, to loudly digesting his meal away. His hunger was sated, and he hoped it would be for the last time.

Ron took the hat with him as he got out of his car. He sighed as he squeezed his girth between his car and the wall of his garage. He tossed the hat into one of his trash bins as he passed by, disposing of the last of his previous meal. Walking into his house he was met with a loud cacophony of shouting, dramatic music, and some explosions of some kind all coming from his den. It took him a moment in his tired state to realize it had to be a movie of some kind. He walked into the den and saw 8 young men all splayed out on the furniture watching the movie. The room had a large sectional couch sitting in front of a large TV, and there were all kinds of snacks and food on the cheap coffee table. They were somber all things considered.

His son Shane had friends over. Being a Friday, it wasn't uncommon for Shane and his buddies to hang out and drink and have a fun night playing games or watching movies. His son still lived with him and helped pay the bills since he wasn't going to college, and rather instead took a labor job down at the docks. It was where all he and his friends worked together. They had the weekends off, so they mostly just drank, smoked, and goofed off on their days off, all happy with where they were in life.

"Evening lads." Ron announced.

"Hey Mr P!" Wes, one of Shane's friends waved.

"Hey Dad! Work okay?" Shane asked, grabbing a few of the nachos from the table.

"Not too shabby. You guys need anything?" Ron asked.

"Nah I think we're good. We got a bunch of snacks in the kitchen, and we ordered a bunch of pizza." Shane said.

"Good. I'll be in my room reading." Ron said.

"Okay Dad. Help yourself to some of our snacks if you want."

"Will do." Ron said as he left the room.

He made his way to the kitchen and saw a bunch of snacks all over the counter. There were chips, cookies, mini doughnuts, brownies, tubs of cookie dough, cinnamon rolls, pastries, pizza rolls, cream puffs, fries, bagels bites, and a load of others all over the counter.

"Jeez." Ron gasped. He knew that his son and his friends ate a lot, but this was a ton of food even by their standards.

He grabbed a few pizza rolls and a cinnamon roll. While munching on them, he scrolled through his phone and caught up on some news articles. When he finished, he decided to go relax in his room and read more of his novel for the evening until he would make something for dinner. As he was leaving, he saw the brownies, which were his favorite. They were homemade, and there were four square trays, but one was empty and another had a few taken already. He shrugged and grabbed three, slowly eating them as he made his way to his bedroom.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, letting his large beer belly and large fat pecs jut out from their confines. He sighed as he took off his pants, leaving his underwear on as he lay on his bed. He stretched out and scratched at the light hair by his navel, letting his gut rest above him like a small hill. He grabbed his novel and reading glasses from his night table and settled in, opening up his book to where he last left off.

-

20 minutes later, Ron felt sleepy. It was weird for him to feel this way so early since he had a consistent sleep schedule. He closed his eyes for a few minutes until he was awoken by a loud noise.

*GLORP*

He put his book down on the bed and listened. He heard it again, but it got slightly louder. He sat up from the bed and his belly rumbled deeply.

*GUUUURGLE*

His belly suddenly ached with hunger. It felt like he hadn't eaten anything all day, which was mostly true. He grumbled as he thought that he should have some actual dinner. He got up and grabbed his house coat and put it on, his gut making it hard to fully close. He made his way back into the kitchen to get some food when he saw the snacks again. Several of the snacks were gone and several plates were empty. He noticed the brownies were still there and grabbed another three while he opened the fridge to make some sandwiches. As he was eating the brownies, his belly began roaring at him, demanding more. He began cramming the brownies in, barely chewing as he wolfed them down.

"Why am I so hungry?" He looked down at his large gut while it churned and burbled. The brownies soon weren't enough, so he grabbed more snacks. He finished off the tray of brownies and grabbed the twinkies. He barely unwrapped them before he shoved them in his mouth and swallowed them down. He grabbed a tub of cookie dough and ripped the lid off. He tiled his head back and dumped the entire extra-large tub into his mouth. He forced his mouth closed and swallowed, letting the massive 20lb lump of cookie dough slide down his gullet and drop into his belly.

"Ahh." Ron gasped as he felt the cookie dough reach his belly. His gut stopped grumbling and he felt satisfied for the moment. He returned to the sandwiches he was making before.

And then his belly roared again, the hunger returning almost tenfold. He quickly went through the next 3 tubs of dough and tossed the empty containers aside. He anxiously grabbed more food, gulping it down as fast as he could. With most of the snacks finished, he sought to raid the fridge. He opened the fridge and grabbed anything he could and shoved it in, some things still even had wrappers on them. His belly began to swell as it continued to rumble in extreme hunger. He saw the chicken sitting on a platter in the fridge. He gasped as he reached in and grabbed it in pure desperation. He opened his mouth and shoved it in. He felt his throat open wide to accommodate the cooked bird as he crammed it between his lips. Once it was fully in his mouth, he closed his lips and laboriously swallowed. He could feel the large lump stretch out his throat as it slowly descended down his fat neck and vanished into his belly. His belly swelled out further with the addition. His housecoat's belt came undone, letting his gut jut out of the front.

Again, the hunger subsided for a moment and again it came back. He continued to cram anything he could in his mouth. Apples, oranges, eggs, lettuce, cake, chicken, cold cuts, cheeses, peppers, milk, melon all went down his gullet and into his belly. The sandwiches were out of the question now as he had eaten the entire loaf of bread whole, along with the other 4 of them. He finally reached for the watermelon. He pulled it out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. He quickly looked for his large knife to cut it but couldn't find it.

"Fuck it." Ron muttered. He grabbed the melon and opened his mouth wide. He pushed and crammed the large melon into his mouth. He felt his jaw stretch wider and wider as more of the melon was pulled in. His lips finally slid over the widest part of the melon, and it began to slide in faster. In one massive gulp, Ron powered the large melon down his gullet. He clawed at his throat to help it down as the large lump made its way down and finally vanished into his large belly. Ron gasped as he felt the melon land in his gut among the other food he had swallowed.

"Hey Mr P." A voice said.

Ron turned around to see Simon, one of Shane's friends, standing there. He was carrying 8 extra large pizza boxes.

"Uh Hi Simon." Ron said, his belly grumbling loudly.

"You okay?" Simon asked while he put the pizza on the counter. "Your stomach is really loud."

"Yeah.." Ron trailed as the grumble grew louder. "I'm just really hungry."

"Well do you want some pizza? We got a lot." Simon said, opening the box on top of the stack to reveal an extra-large greasy pepperoni pizza.

Ron licked his lips as his belly roared and grumbled loudly.

"Sounds like a yes to me Mr P." Simon laughed.

Ron didn't even acknowledge Simon's cheekiness as he grabbed a slice of pizza and crammed it into his maw. Simon watched in awe as his friend's dad shoved the 8-inch pizza slice entirely into his mouth and swallowed it down whole.

"Holy shit." Simon gasped as Ron grabbed another slice and stuffed it in.

Ron quickly finished the second slice and grabbed another two. He shoved both of them in at the same time and swallowed them both in one go.

"Sorry. I don't know whats going with me but I'm just so hungry." Ron apologized as he grabbed another two slices and gulped em down.

"Well here let me help Mr P!" Simon offered, handing him the last two slices of the first pizza. Ron quickly swiped them and stuffed them in.

"*Gulp* ...more." Ron moaned. His head began spinning as his hunger was making him loopy.

Simon opened the next box and handed him slice after slice, each time Ron grabbing them from his hands and shoving them in his mouth. After the 6th pizza, Simon got too close and Ron accidentally grabbed his hands along with the slices and stuck them in his mouth. Before Simon or Ron could even register what had happened, Ron swallowed, pulling Simon's hands into his throat and pulling his arms in. The two were face to face for a moment as they both realized what was happening.

"M-M-Mr P?" Simon trembled.

Ron's face gave an 'I'm Sorry' look and he opened his mouth wide. Before Simon could shout, Ron clamped his mouth over Simon's head. Ron's mouth stretched wide around Simon's blocky head. He was a bit larger than most of the meals Ron had eaten over the years, but right now Ron was more concerned with having Simon in his gut than the consequences of it. He gluttonously wolfed down his son's friend's shoulders, not even bothering to remove his meal's shirt. The poor guy tried to wiggle his way out of Ron's mouth, but he couldn't gain an inch of ground. Ron's jaws ached as he had to open them wider to engulf Simon's small pot gut and wide hips, but his hunger pains greatly outweighed his care for anything other than having his belly full.

Getting to Simon's legs, Ron had to reorient his meal to work the rest of him down. He recklessly tossed his head back, making Simon's legs flail about as they were brought above him, quickly sinking downwards as Ron chugged the hefty thighs down his throat. The old man stood in his kitchen, housecoat splayed open as his gut surged forward as more of Simon was crammed inside. His gut contorted and bulged as Simon's face was pressed tightly against the walls of his stomach, stretching out his flabby gut so much that you could see his expression of terror. Finally, Ron worked Simon's feet into his mouth, not even stopping to remove his socks before gulping down the rest of his meal in a flash.

Ron carefully propped himself up against the counter as Simon attempted to thrash about inside his gut. He quietly moaned as his gut's aching hunger slowly disappeared, turning into that euphoric feeling of a stuffed belly. He looked down at his accomplishment, seeing the round spherical belly he once had turn into a misshaped ball of squirming flab jutting from his chest. He carefully lifted his gut and hovered it over the counter, before dropping it and taking the weight off his legs. He could hear Simon's muffled shouts just barely through his gut, but they were too quiet to make out. It wouldn't matter anyway, as nothing he could say or ask would change his predicament.

As the full feeling washed over him, regret immediately set in. He'd known Simon for a few years now. Shane had been out of school for some years and had brought him home from work one day along with a few other friends. They've had barbecues and all gone out drinking together at some bars, plus Ron sees him and everyone else almost every weekend. But that was now over. Simon was in his gut, and there was no changing that. He, like everyone else Ron had ever swallowed, would be nothing more than a few extra pounds by morning.

Ron carefully reached over and grabbed the last two pizza boxes. He quickly ate his way through the last two pies and stifled a belch. He cautiously pulled his squirming gut off the counter and re-centered himself, getting used to the few hundred pounds of food in his gut. His regret soon took over, tearing at himself internally to let his meal go. Simon would tell Shane and he would lose everything in his life that mattered. All the strife over his insatiable appetite. He changed his thought process like he did every time he ate someone. It was no longer Simon anymore in there, it was a big slab of meat waiting to be digested. And that is food's only purpose: to satisfy.

He grabbed the empty pizza boxes and took them back to his room, careful not to let his belly throw him off balance. He hoped that Shane and his other friends wouldn't miss Simon too much. At least for the night so he could get away with it without having to tell his son that he swallowed his friend. He knew in the long term though Shane and his friends would probably be a bit broken up about never seeing him again, without knowing that Shane's voracious dad had eaten him like an oversized hotdog. Ron hoped that if they didn't see the pizza, they could assume Simon had gone home and it hadn't arrived yet, or Simon had to go get it. Either way it provided him with some deniability of what had transpired, as long as none of them saw his big Simon-shaped gut protruding from his torso.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gut hanging down between his legs. His food was still moving about, but somewhat slower. It had to be awful trapped inside the cramped space, but Ron tried to put the thought out of his mind. He carefully leaned back and lay down, letting his gut rest on top of him. He could still see Simon's face pressed again his gut, which made him shut his eyes. He tried to put the image of what he saw out of his mind, but he knew that's all he would ever think about when he heard Simon's name.

-

Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but his eyes shot open when he felt that unmistakable twinge once again. He looked down at his gut, the whole thing vibrating with hunger despite it still being packed with food. Simon was still moving around inside, and clearly unhappy with those wet gurgling noises all around him. Ron tried to ignore it, but it was unbearable. He reached over to his nightstand and looked at the appetite suppressants. He read over the bottle while his gut rumbled loudly.

"Take 1 pill 1 time(s) a day."

He scoffed as he read the directions. He read further and finally saw what he hoped for.

"Maximum 4 a day."

He breathed a sigh of relief as he popped open the bottle and tossed another 3 pills in his mouth. He gulped them down and lay back in his bed, hoping that it wouldn't take long for the pills to take effect. He grit his teeth as the rumbling ramped up. He finally relented and stood up, the weight of his belly not even in the back of his mind. He threw on his housecoat again and stomped down to the kitchen to find anything else he could hork down until his meds kicked in. He threw open cupboards and ate anything edible. Spices, condiments, cans of goods, even a sack of potatoes all went down without prejudice. As he was chugging back a can of tomatoes, Norm, one of Shane's other friends walked in.

Ron almost gagged as he hid the can behind his back and leaned himself behind the kitchen island to hide his gut that held his friend. He put on his best 'casual but trying to hide that I ate your friend' face he could.

"Hey Mr P." Norm said. "Are you hungry for some pizza?"

"Oh, uh sure." Ron said. "Did you order some?"

"Yeah. We ordered some a while ago, but it never came. We called the store, and they sent out some more." Norm shrugged.

"Oh, that's too bad. Must have got the wrong house." Ron lied.

"Oh well it happens. Have you seen Simon?" Norm asked. "I think he went home, but none of us remember him saying he was leaving."

"Nope." Ron lied again. "Maybe he was tired from work."

"Haha yeah. Boss put us through the ringer today. Some team fell behind, so we had to cover for them." Norm shrugged. "That or maybe the weed made him tired. Those pot brownies make him sleepy."

The gears in Ron's head chugged for a minute before it all clicked.

"P-pot brownies?" Ron stuttered.

"Yeah. Hoss made them this morning. Its why we got all these snacks. They make you feel great, but oh boy do they make you famished." Norm said as he checked his phone.

Ron's eyes watered from the churning his gut was doing. He found out why he was so hungry at least. But now, 12 whole pot brownies down, his hunger was out of control. Ron's gut let out another ground rumbling roar in hunger which made Norm look up from his phone and laugh.

"Wow. Guess it's good that pizza will be here soon. You sound like you haven't eaten for days."

Ron didn't answer. He stared at Norm, a single glob of drool dripping down from his lip where his toothy grin glimmered. Norm looked down at his friend's dad's gut jutting out from his housecoat. The distinct human shaped bulge crammed tightly inside twitching fruitlessly. Norm gasped as his gaze looked up to Ron, who was already standing right in front of him. He saw that enormous wide-open maw hovering above him, the large tongue covered in slimy drool and the deep dark pulsating gullet beyond it.

Before Norm could realize Ron's intent, it was already too late. In a primal act of gluttonous hunger, Ron pounced on his son's friend, shoving his entire head, shoulders, and chest down his throat with one enormous swallow. Norm wasn't much smaller than Simon, but Ron's voracity had tripled since then. Ron held Norm's arms at his sides tightly as he lifted him up and began to stuff him in like a foot long sub sandwich. Norm's legs kicked wildly, knocking into some pans hanging from the rack above the island. Ron swallowed his big meal with such speed and force, he didn't even get to taste him.

With another toss of his head, Norm's legs went right up to the ceiling, dropping down several inches with each insatiable gulp Ron took. His neck stretched and bulged, and his gut swelled forward as he worked Norm down, his gut becoming tighter and more cramped as Norm was forced to nuzzle up next to Simon inside. There wasn't much fanfare when Ron finished him off, instead only stifling a belch as to not alert anyone in the next room that their friend had become a part of Ron's evening menu.

His belly, now twice as large, still ached. Ron was going mad now. How could some minuscule brownies make him so hungry that two 250lbs men plus almost a quarter ton of food not satisfy his hunger. He shook his gut in anger to quell it, but all it did was shake his poor occupants around in the swarths of food stuffed inside with them. Just as he was about to blurt out some profanities, the doorbell rang. He stopped for a minute, and then remembered what Norm had said about the pizza.

He flew to the foyer, lucky that he didn't have to go past the den to get to it and flung open the door. He shouted to the den that he would answer the door so nobody would see him in this state. At least anyone else that mattered to him. Some portly pizza guy was standing there, arms carrying 8 more extra-large pizzas. He was about to hand Ron the pizzas, but Ron instead stepped outside onto the porch and shut the door behind him.

"Hey sorry about my co-worker. I think he must've gotten the wrong house earlier. We've given you 30% off to make up for it so your total is-"

Ron couldn't wait through his spiel. Right out on his porch, he stuffed the unfortunate pizza guy's head into his mouth and began swallowing. The pizza clattered to the floor, along with the 3 delivery bags and his car keys. The pizza guy's arms quickly went up to Ron's mouth to try and pry him off, but Ron just stuffed his arms in alongside his blocky head. Luckily it was the evening, so he hoped that nobody would notice him wolfing down this portly delivery guy right out in the open.

The greasy pizza-stained shirt added some extra flavor, but Ron wasn't in the mindset to be tasting his food. He was there for quantity not quality at the moment, and this 300lb delivery guy was significantly more substantial than either Simon or Norm. His pot gut gave Ron a slight speed bump, but it didn't help keep him out of Ron's gut in the end. Ron began to cram the guy in just to have him in his gut faster. He needed this man in his belly more badly than anything else in the world. Everything else around him didn't matter, so long as he got this man where he needed him to be; his gut. Gulp after gulp, Ron swallowed him down. The chunky thighs followed him down Ron's throat, and soon the cheap shoes slipped between s. With that final gulp, Ron was now carrying three whole men in his belly.

His hunger finally subsided. It took almost everything edible in the house, and 3 whole men, but his gut grumbled in satisfaction. He moaned happily as it was finally over. He picked up the pizza and went inside, leaving the keys and delivery bag on his porch, along with the driver's car in the driveway. He shut the door behind him and waddled his way back to the kitchen, resting the stack of boxes on his new temporary girth. He opened a single box and munched on a slice to make sure his hunger wouldn't return and to his relief it didn't.

[evengirlierballs]

I hope Zootopia gets a sequel and it's about Judy Hopps learning about how the institution of policing is inherently corrupt and targets/harasses/arrests predator animals far more often than it does prey animals, and after a rude awakening seeing people's lived experiences, eg. Prey animals abusing their power to do police brutality shit on Preds, she quits her job. But Nick thinks that she's crazy, he's been properly indoctrinated and thinks that he's "one of the good-" predators, who works with the corrupt police force in order to take the heat off himself. Throwing his fellow preds under the bus to preserve his position of power in this society. And now the two are opposed once again but on different sides of a much larger scale problem, and Judy's quest to de-radicalize nick and uniting with anarchist predators to defund the police.

[consumable-connie]

Werewolf pred coming up to you, belly full of squirming prey, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes expecting you to call them a good boy.

You don't want to encourage their behavior, but then again they look so desperate for approval and you know they have self-esteem problems, but they literally ate a guy.

[perit0neum]

pred that wants more than anything to eat their crush

the only problem is that the pred is tiny and their crush is like twice their size

he's got methods to cope (eating gummy bears sprayed with his cologne 💔) but still when he sees him sad, or cold, or just being cute he's struck with the insane urge to eat him, but he never can

he's like chilling in his bed thinking about eating him (as a well adjusted person does), he checks his phone for something and he sees a photo of them together and gets so mad and flustered at how small he is compared to him

poor tiny pred, just wants his belly full of his big dumb idiot friend, but alas, his belly is too tiny

MINORS DNI, TS IS NSFW

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Hey i want you to know i smile everytime you post because the need for wholesome sfw mcyt vore is real and you do it so well, it makes my heart melt

Also its all inspired me to make some of my own mcyt nom au of sorts but im honestly so scared to post anything about it?? How do you do it, its so impressive omg

Actually i have a few things to say here, and thats also that i wanna ask of you just post about hermitcraft and empires people, or if youre in other mcyt circles? Dont have to answer that one if you dont want to, just curious. Oh and i implore you to consider pred!grian and prey!mumbo for literally anything, they make me ill and i need to see them be silly together

- the-sussy-imposter2

First of all, real, im a total sucker for the mcyt vore fluff and i love making that everyone's problem but it is a bit of an agony im one of the main guys doing it because it means if i want content i have to make it. ;-;

people always seem to ask me how i have the confidence to post all my weird stuff and the only answer i can come up with is that i just do not fear god? /silly i am immune to social propaganda and i do what i want. i wish people would unapologetically like weird harmless things more... the concept of cringe is dead live ur best life man

I- i think im in other circles? i guess i just dont post about them at all. a lot of them kinda overlap, like the lifers and sos guys. used to watch dsmp sometimes but never really got into it so that doesn't count.

GRIAN AND MUMBO THO! peak pred-prey dynamic. so silly and stupid together. mumbo is very pathetic and i feel like he would put himself in terrible situations constantly. Grian has to watch him constantly or he'll end up lost/somewhere hes not supposed to be.

[artist-issues]

Let’s play a game

I like to call it

‘The Twist in Time Effect’

I play it sometimes when I rewatch movies. It’s when you take all the lowest moments (you know, Long Dark Night of the Soul for the Main Character Moments) from Disney movies and you try to come up with what would’ve happened in that world if the turning point didn’t come.

We will use an example.

In Zootopia.

Judy Hopps does not hear, from Gideon, that “a bunny can go savage,” —which was always a crucial character-moment for her because it’s ironic that the species of animal she misjudged (Nick, a fox) is the one (Gideon, a fox) that clued her in to the flaw in her thinking that needed to be fixed before she could save the day—and so, she does not put two-and-two together. She doesn’t go back to get Nick’s help and reconcile with him. She doesn’t stop Mayor Bellwhether’s plot. She stays, disheartened and guilt-ridden, on her family farm. Meanwhile, Nick tries to go back to his old con-artist ways—why wouldn’t he, nobody believes in him—but now there’s a problem.

Within a few months, Zootopia is a transformed city! Predators are going savage everywhere, and as the asylums fill up and even sane preds lose their job due to discrimination and heightened fear, Mayor Bellwhether steps in—and declares that Zootopia’s brightest minds have come up with a solution. Apparently, the only way to stop predators from “devolving” is to “help them regulate their emotions.” To save their less-fourtunate predator citizens from winding up like the mindless Emmett Otterton and his fellows, the city of Zootopia mandates shock-collar tech. Except she calls them “Taming Collars” and they detect an elevated heart rate, so that predator’s emotions can be regulated, as if that’s the key to their “going savage.”

Yup, it’s just the “Deleted Concept.” But this time, it starts where Judy and Nick have had a falling out already from the finished-product movie. So while tame collars are being instituted, Nick tries to avoid having to wear one, seeing how twisted and wrong they are. In this situation, he learns—wrong place, wrong time—a tiny piece of Bellwhether’s plot. Even having learned more, he is simply going to lay low, until Clawhauser appears to go savage and attacks Chief Bogo. Then Nick realizes that if he doesn’t find a way to bring down the Mayor, Zootopia, and all predator’s futures, will be bleak. He tries to leave the city with Fennec, maybe to find Judy, but they are cornered by Bellwhether’s goons in Tundratown.

Meanwhile, Judy re-enters the increasingly dark city to visit Chief Bogo and Clawhauser in the city hospital, feeling guiltier than ever. While there, she catches sight of Fennec, except now he’s pacing and looking savage in a little one-room cell, alongside Clawhauser’s. She ventures to ask the recovering Chief where Fennec’s friend, the fox who was a “witness on her Missing Mammals case,” was, and whether or not he had visited the little predator. She’s told that Nick Wilde is “missing.” Judy decides that she may not be a cop, but she can do something to find the friend she wronged, no matter how crazy the city gets. And from there, you have adventure. Maybe Judy will find Nick before it’s too late, and they’ll try to stop Bellwhether—but now, the fact that some of Judy’s closer associates have been attacked by predators, and that she once demonstrated prejudice against Nick in a city where prejudice now has a palpable, scary taste—plus the city’s increasing fear and trust in Bellwhether, and her knowledge that the Fox is onto her—are stacked against them.

That one’s easy. It’s just a blend-up of the deleted concept everybody likes so much and the first two acts of the movie we got.

Want to do another?

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins does not get met immediately by Silver and given encouragement after Mr. Arrow goes overboard. Instead, Scroop, up in the mast, sees Jim brooding after his "mistake" and comes and taunts him. Jim and Scroop are fighting when Silver arrives to check on the cabin-boy, and he tries to break it up. But this time, instead of Mr. Arrow being there to stop things from getting ugly, it's Captain Amelia.

Still grieving Arrow's loss, she confines Scroop, Silver, and Jim to the brig. With Scroop in hissing, bitter, close vicinity all night, Silver has no chance to give the defeated Jim his pep-talk about "greatness and sticking to his own course."

However, when Treasure Planet does come into view the next morning and the crew moors the ship safely in the atmosphere, the Captain (probably softened a bit by Doppler's intervention) sends the Doctor to fetch Jim. Jim, however, doesn't feel any particular desire to leave the brig even after the Doctor unties him. In trying to cheer him up, Doppler mentions that Jim is needed to use the map-device and find the treasure—enlightening Silver and Scroop to Jim's practical use.

Silver tries to wheedle the Doctor into untying him so a "poor cyborg could catch a glimpse of the mythical planet at long last," or something by like that. But the Doctor only has orders to bring Jim above deck—the pirates in the brig will not be accompanying them to Flint's Trove.

Silver is freed from the brig as soon as the pirate crew catches wind of this, and stages his mutiny successfully. He captures Amelia and Doppler, and seems to convince Jim to help the pirates find Flint's Trove.

Silver claims he can see Jim's potential for greatness, just like the original storyline, but this time, it's in the context of "I always knew you had the guts to join us (pirates, free-thinkers, etc.)" And he hasn't made any kind of speech about Jim being an easily-manipulated brat he doesn't care about.

So now, with Scroop left fuming in the brig with a captive Captain Amelia and Doppler for being more trouble than he's worth, and the rest of the pirates venturing in search of the treasure with Jim, the main character has a hard decision to make.

Does he betray the new father-figure who might be a criminal, but hey, at least he believes in Jim—or does he betray Doppler and Amelia, the two honorable if more-distant adults who are on the "right side?" Now Jim has to "chart his own course" and decide if that means "piracy" or "hero" with a little more emotional tension, as they hike through the jungles of Treasure Planet.

One more

Frozen

If you consider Anna the main character of Frozen, then Anna does not get help from Olaf. He does not make it to the room to help her build a fire, or, more importantly, to explain true love to her. So she doesn't go and look for Kristoff as the cure to her frozen heart—nor does she sacrifice herself for Elsa, because she doesn't know Elsa is in immediate danger. Instead, Anna freezes solid while Hans successfully tells Elsa and Arendelle that it's all Elsa's fault.

However, Hans is not successful in killing Elsa out on the fjord. She despairs and drops to the ground, like we see her do in the original storyline. But even though Olaf didn't find Anna after splitting up from the group earlier, he does find and stop Hans from slaying the Queen...simply by appearing there.

Hans is about to strike, when Olaf, having heard his claim about Anna and seen Elsa's grief, pops in and shouts, "But—but she can't be—an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart!"

Elsa turns around and sees that Hans is about to swipe her head off, and in pure self defense, she hits his hand with an ice-blast, freezing it. She spins around to flee, dizzy and blind with grief, and runs smack into Kristoff, who is still trying to reach Arendelle.

Kristoff sees Hans, who's been joined by grieving Arendelle guards, scoops Elsa onto Sven's back, and makes their escape, urgently questioning the broken Queen about Anna, but not getting much out of her.

Meanwhile Hans returns to the castle to display Anna's frozen-statue in the courtyard and tend to his wounded hand. He rallies all of the kingdom around the idea that the only way to stop the winter is to kill their former Queen, and as their new King, he vows to accomplish this mission.

While he tends to his hand, though, he questions the little enchanted snowman standing sadly by Anna's statue. What did he mean about true love? Could Anna be brought back? Olaf claims he doesn't know—only that the trolls told him Anna's heart was frozen until an act of true love thawed it. Olaf absent-mindedly comments that Anna must not have loved Hans if their "marriage" didn't save her from freezing.

But Hans has put two and two together. He could lose his newly-acquired throne if anyone who loved Anna remains alive. In the coming day, pursuing Kristoff into his element—the woods—to try and finish off the broken-hearted Queen, Hans realizes that Anna might've been loved by this outdoorsman, even if Elsa is too broken to try any rescue. He expands his plan to hunt down Kristoff and Elsa, and keep them away from Anna's statue at all costs.

Meanwhile, Kristoff, at the advice of Grabdpabi, organizes the trolls to try and storm Arendelle, get Elsa into Anna's "Memorial Chamber" where her statue is being held, and ask her to apologize to her sister. Maybe that will break the curse and bring her back, and fix everything.

But Elsa is unsure of herself, everything is becoming a barren wasteland, her emotions are more out of control than ever, and Hans knows they're coming. They sort of have an easily-befuddled, not-very-situationally-aware Snowman on the inside, though. Maybe they can do it.

...I said this was a game, I didn't say it was fun

The basic idea is to see if you can remove the piece that immediately lifts the character out of their dark-moment and teaches them the lesson...and see if you can teach them the lesson later on, maybe in a darker sequel. or it's a dark AU, whatever