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seeing a tiny, it makes you feel.. odd. You get dizzy, and you seem to black out and when you come to, your stomach feels. Taut.

You figure, it's around lunchtime. You probably had lunch but forgot. Anyway, you have bigger things to worry about so you move on with your day

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preds who have eaten people that you knew

you’re still kind of horrified, but the way they rub their gut when they’re full, even when it’s just of regular food, makes you twinge deep down

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you eat a prey but then it starts fingering your stomach's sphincter

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curiosity sated

curiosity sated

summary: you decide to have a one-off night where you try something you've always wanted to do - eat a tiny person alive

content: pred pov, fatal vore, digestion, unwilling prey, vague mention at disposal, g/t vore, stomach pain, drug mention/use

You’d always been curious what it would be like to eat someone whole

The main reason is because you grew up in a city where the two types of people lived more or less alongside each other: tinies and humans. 

Although you lived in an area with mostly other humans - because it’s just more convenient, 

And it’s embarrassing to admit, but you’d always wondered what one would feel like in your stomach. 

It was very illegal, for obvious reasons. Murder is illegal, and eating a tiny alive definitely fit under murder. 

And you would never admit to this curiosity either, everyone would think you were a psychopath. So you kept it entirely to yourself. You didn’t express it at all, you didn’t look into it, you didn’t let it take up much space in your life. 

But you’re an adult now, and you have a car, and you have money, and you realised that it wouldn’t be that hard to drive to a tiny-person district, chloroform and kidnap a man walking alone at night, put him in a suitcase, and then drive to a human district on the other side of the state, which you also had no affiliation with, book a hotel room, and then well…

Here you are. It kind of happened on auto-pilot. And now finally after a whole life of wondering what it would be like, tonight you would find out. And then afterwards you could go back to your life, curiosity satisfied. 

You did promise yourself this would be a one time thing. Even if you really liked it, or something, you made a promise to yourself that no matter what, if you got away with it, you wouldn’t do it again. 

For several reasons. One, being that if you did get caught, your life would be over. Again, you were committing several serious crimes. If you kept doing it, most likely you would eventually be caught. You didn’t want to be a serial killer, you just wanted to be a one-off killer that no one would discover. 

And secondly, you didn’t revel in the idea of condemning someone to such a terrible fate. Obviously you were interested in the idea of swallowing a tiny whole, and then digesting them in your stomach, but not particularly because you wanted to cause them pain, but because you… well… you just wanted to know what it was like. You wanted to know if you could digest them completely, the bones and all, and you wanted to know what it felt like to have a live person inside your stomach. 

You couldn’t deny you were excited. You felt it in your chest, your stomach, and into your limbs, the giddy anxiety at doing something you weren’t supposed to, and moreso, something you’ve been waiting for, for so long. 

You put the tiny on a table in your hotel room. 

You decided several things before you started this plan. You decided that you wouldn’t talk to him at all. You wouldn’t eat anything that day, so you would be hungry enough to go through with it (and you were very hungry), and you would let them keep their clothes on, even if it might risk digestive problems, because even if you were going to eat them, you didn’t want to traumatise them more than you had to.

The tiny was groggy, from being in a bag for several hours, but you had put a small bit of tape over his mouth so he couldn’t complain about it. You didn’t spend too long looking at his face, because you didn’t want to get squeamish, but he did start to wriggle when you picked him up. 

You felt a pang in your tummy, as you imagined that soon you would feel him wriggling in there instead. 

You checked him one more time before starting. As were most tinies, he was about the size of a Barbie doll. He had ruffled black hair, he was wearing a yo-pro outfit and he looked to be around 30. Older than you maybe, but you couldn’t really tell. 

You wanted to memorise what he looked like so you could remember once he was in your belly.

After that, you put his head in your mouth. You held onto him pretty tight, but not enough to damage his bones. You did worry if he would break anything going down your throat, as it would be a tight squeeze. But it was too late now because you started to push him down deeper into your mouth, holding his arms to his sides, and holding his legs still. He was thrashing quite a lot, so the best thing was to try to get him in your throat as soon as possible. 

It was tricky, this was probably the most complicated thing you’d ever had to swallow, with all the wriggling and you having to be gentle with him. You felt his head and shoulders hit the back of your throat, and it didn’t feel great and you started to worry that you wouldn’t be able to get him down. 

Shoulders were probably the widest part of his body, so once they were going down it would be smooth sailing from there, hopefully. You felt a tingly resistance as you tried to not activate your gag reflex. It was more uncomfortable than you appreciated, but you reminded yourself that if you couldn’t swallow him whole, you were basically fucked. You made your decision, this was something you simply had to do, and your resolve helped you through it, even if it wasn’t enjoyable. 

You pushed his shoulders, and the rest of his body down your throat, until it was just his legs that you had to hold still, and then you were pushing the base of his shoes with your finger. 

His whole body was in your throat and it hurt, and it didn’t feel like he was moving down any time soon. You stroked the lump in your throat, which was tender and very sore, you swallowed a little too hard and it sent a wave of agony down through your whole body. It was nightmarish, you wanted to cry, but you steeled yourself, and kept swallowing, more gently, even though it hurt each time. 

Soon you felt the tiny body sinking down, when he reached your chest you could breathe again, and you breathed shallowly, anxiously petting your chest, begging your body to finish him off, and soon you felt the mound go lower until you felt a pressure in your stomach.

You massaged your throat, yawning, trying to console your oesophagus muscles. You still felt a great deal of pain, and you rummaged around for your pain killers. You frowned at the white pills in your hand, knowing swallowing them would hurt too, and it did, but you washed it down with water, which soothed it slightly. 

You felt sorry for yourself for a moment. You looked down at the table, processing the pain, which was dissipating. The tiny who was there just a moment ago was gone, and against all odds, he was in your belly right now. 

You stretched, feeling the tightness under your ribcage. You could feel something in there, it was harder to notice because your throat hurt so much. But you put your hand over your stomach, and you felt full. You pressed down, focusing on that area, and you felt a fluttering feeling - was that the feeling of your prey moving? 

Focused on this now, you sat down on the hotel room bed, and lay against the head frame. You poked at your stomach, trying to elicit a reaction from your prey. It felt kind of light butterflies in your stomach, even though you weren’t nervous. 

You realised you were breathing quite heavily. It was a lot for your body, a lot of meat to have in there all at once. It felt really solid, almost hard, like there was a rock in your stomach. 

You got up and went to the bathroom. There was a ¾ length mirror, you lifted your shirt and turned to the side. Your stomach looked pretty distended, and you watched it rise and fall heavily with each breath. 

You couldn’t quite see any movement from the outside, but you could feel the light tapping inside. It was funny to think that an entire tiny could barely be noticeable both by you, and from the outside. He was probably struggling with all his strength, and you could feel it a bit, but you couldn’t see it. All you could see was a full stomach, but to anyone else it would look like you just had a big dinner. Not that you ate someone. 

You smiled to yourself. This was good. Even though no one would be around tonight, if they were, there would be no evidence that you ate anyone. And after you digested him, there would be no trace at all. You felt smug at the fact that you’d just about gotten away with your crime, and you hadn’t even finished him off yet. Now you had the whole night to yourself, to digest this person, and then after that you’re good to go. 

Your belly gurgled, which echoed in the bathroom, and before you could stop it, you burped.

Did that mean your body had accepted the tiny as food? You had to admit, it didn’t really feel like you’d had a meal, it felt like you had something in your stomach, which was a different feeling. One that you hadn’t had before. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and bloated, but not sick, which was good. 

You fixed your shirt and patted your belly. You needed to go relax if you were going to digest him properly. 

You lied down on your bed, and got to massaging your stomach. You were on a high floor, so you couldn’t hear the street, and it was pretty quiet. Quiet enough that you could hear your breath, and you could hear your stomach as it started to groan and rumble, trying to figure out what to do with the person inside it. 

You encouraged your body to digest what you’d given it by carefully rubbing your belly, breathing deeply through your diaphragm. Putting yourself into a relaxed state, and showing your digestive system that you were ready for it to get to work. 

As you rubbed your full belly, feeling it gurgle under your hand, you suddenly became aware that you were digesting someone alive. You frowned and looked down at your stomach, a bit swollen. There was a person inside it though. 

You stretch and roll over onto your stomach, putting your full weight onto your prey.

When you laid with your ear on the bed, you were able to hear the vibrations of your stomach better, and you could also hear something interesting, a muffled little voice. You raised your eyebrows - your prey was yelling in there. Made sense, being digested and all, might as well yell about it.

You said you wouldn’t talk to him… on the outside. You didn’t say you wouldn’t talk once he was in your belly already. Besides, it’s hardly a conversation - it’s more like talking to yourself.

“I think I can hear you,” you mumble. There is some muffled noise, maybe in reply. 

“If you’re trying to get me to let you out, it won’t work. I don’t know if you know this, but I do plan on digesting you.”

It might be easier to notice since your stomach is squeezed against the bed, but you do notice a palpable kick.

“Oh, that was a strong one, well done.”

You belched. “Sorry about that.”

“And sorry about all this too. But don’t worry, this is my first time eating anyone, and I’m not going to do it again. You’re the only tiny who’s ever going to be inside my stomach - so you’re basically doing a service to your kind. And now that I know what it’s like to eat someone, I won’t need to do it again.”

Your tummy gurgles noisily. 

“Hmm, I’ve always wondered what this would be like. I think I’m pretty rare though - most humans probably don’t want to eat you guys. And like, I don’t think you’re like, lesser or anything like that… I’ve just always been so curious. And it feels nice, I think, you did fill up my stomach - you can probably tell, I imagine it’s pretty tight for you in there.”

You feel an uncomfortable strain in your belly, you tuck your hand in, and knead at it. your breath hitches, and you let out an uneasy belch. 

“I’m going to take a nap soon, so you’ll probably get digested while I’m asleep. I’ll remember you though, and I do promise I won’t eat any more of you guys, ok?”

The time has gone by quickly, and it is time for bed. You get changed into your robe, and get cosy under the covers. You drift off with a hand on your still-wriggling belly.

You wake up to a sharp pain in your lower belly. It feels like something is scraping and digging claws into your internals. 

You look outside and it’s early morning, before the sun has even come up. The pain hits you again.

Is it just like the bones in your intestine? Are they too sharp? Did they not digest?

Or maybe the hair? Or - right, the clothes. Eating fabric and bits of plastic doesn’t feel too good. You consider going to the hospital - but if the doctors do pump your stomach or something… and they find a tiny person’s clothes in your gut… that would be hard to explain. 

You wince and rub your lower belly, but it doesn’t help at all, if anything it makes it worse.

You take a bunch of painkillers and leave it at that. Hopefully the fabric can just pass through, but if not… well the hospital is not a great choice. So unless the pain gets absolutely life-threatening, you’ll just try to bear with it. 

You manage to go back to sleep.

The next time you wake up it’s light out, you check the time and it’s late, like midday, you slept for ages. And you wake up pain free, which is great. 

You get dressed, pack up all your things, and give your room key back to reception. 

Before you start the long drive back home in your rental car, you decide to stop at a cafe for breakfast. Surprisingly, you’re pretty hungry, you can feel hunger pangs, and your stomach is growling pretty noticeably as well. 

You would have thought the tiny you ate would have lasted you longer, but you did eat him early last evening, and now it’s like 1pm, so that’s almost 20 hours with nothing but that person in your digestive tract. And although that was a good bit of meat, it just isn’t enough to last so long. 

You go to a nearby cafe, and order a meal and some coffee. It’s a cafe for both humans and tiny’s so you see a few of them going about their lives, eating their small foods. Your lower gut rumbles. None of the people here know what you have inside you still. And no one will ever know, except you. 

They don’t know that the human they’re sharing space with ate one of their own last night. As you drink their coffee, it ends up in the same stomach that recently digested that man alive. 

This is a secret that you have to keep for the rest of your life. You realise that you need to be extra nice to tinies from now on, to make up for it.

[voreroxy]

A pred who is coaxed into eating a prey. They make it known that they do not want to digest, though

However after swallowing the prey, the person who's idea this was immediately gives the pred a belly rub, thorough and intense. It causes the pred's unsuspecting stomach to right away start releasing acids. And the euphoria from digestion kicking in is too good to try and prevent from here.

The pred just lays back and lets their stomach do it's job - with the helpful abdominal massage from the observer.

They didnt want to digest someone. But they underestimated how satisfying it would feel.

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First time pred with an experienced observer

So there you were. Face flushed, stomach recently filled, more than it had ever been before. Prey wriggling inside you, which felt a bit funny. You were panting, swallowing, trying to catch your breath. The observer hands you a glass of water and waits for you to settle down.

You down the glass, gasping. Getting used to it, though. Coming to terms with just how full you are

The observer encourages you to rub your own stomach, to understand how your body has changed, to adapt to this new sensation.

You run your hands over the massive curve of your gut. You are shocked to feel how big you are. How there really is an entire person under your skin, squeezed between your organs, resting on top of your hips. It was like someone was sitting on top of you, in your lap, but in actuality, they were inside your stomach.

It felt weird to think..someone was in your stomach. No one had been inside your stomach before and really, it didnt feel like there was enough room for the both of you, in here, inside the same body.

It felt a little invasive too. What were they doing in your stomach? That was a very personal space. It was where your food went. Who do they think they are, to be poking around in there?

On the other hand. Them being in there. It felt very satiating. They felt like a person in your stomach, but also, food. After all, your stomach only every gets to have food in it, so it was operating under the assumption that you had simply devoured a very large meal for it. You knew that it was a person, but you could tell your stomach had no idea.

After giving you a moment, the observer pitches you a suggestion: digestion.

You get a sinking feeling hearing that word.

They assure you that digestion is completely okay. This is your food after all, if you want to let your body digest them, that is okay. And the observer will be right here to help

You are curious to know how it feels digesting someone. You are embarrassed because it seemd... too self centred. Using a human life just out of curiosity, and the potential that you'll like it. The fact that you would be absorbing an entire body. You look down at your engorged body and know that you could potentially cause this to disappesr into you. This wriggling body within your body... could you really bring yourself to do it...?

you ask them how a predator would, hypothetically, go about digesting a prey. They tell you.

In short it's: relax. envision other times you've eaten a big meal. Maybe, if you remember a time after coming home after having dinner at a restaurant. Feeling stuffed, but very satisfied.

They ask you something, you say oh sure, and they oblige; unbuckling your belt, giving your full belly more room. You sigh as they carefully slide the belt out of your trousers and lay it aside.

They ask if you have a specific memory in mind, you do. They tell you to let your stomach know, this is just like that time. Give your body full permission to treat this as a meal. Just like it has in the past.

You keep playing over the memory. Your belly lets out a grumble, and your prey, you feel it wriggling more prominently, which is a little unsettling, but thr observer reminds you to keep connecting to the memory of your last big meal. You do, and soon you start to feel a hot prickle inside your stomach. A sharp, something, a spark. You tell the observer thst you think you can feel the tummy acids trickling out.

Then the observer puts their hands on your stomach. And it is very different to your belly rub. Their hands move with decisiveness and precision and you can tell they've done this before. And it shows. Gently and firmly pushing into your skin in a strangely sensual way. Fingers gliding, fluttering, all the careful and practiced attention directly focused on your prey filled belly. . .

You groan, suprised as you find that their stomach rub only seems to add to the hot feeling in your stomach.

As they tell you that you're a good predator, doing a good job digesting that prey in your stomach.

You can tell the prey is kicking harder now, but instead of being grossed out.... you like it. When they kick, it only causes more intense prickling in your stomach lining. And the observer is quick to mend any harsh kicks with a soothing rub over your skin.

Youve never eaten food that wriggled before. The last time you had a big dinner - oh, it didnt squirm like this.

The observer apologises that your prey is so unruly, kicking you in the stomach. You mutter that, you think you like how fiesty it is. They raise their eyebrow, and give the side of your belly a pat. Saying they're glad you like it. But also, ideally the prey wont bother you so much in a moment.

They ask if you feel bloated at all, and then, give a gentle push to just the right spot that immediately makes you burp.

oourp-!

It does help with the bloated feeling. But you feel embarrassed that the observer made you do that. They catch that, and assure you that it's nothing to be worried about. It means your stomach is doing it's job. And that you have nothing to be ashamed of

Your body is reacting perfectly to the prey. They can feel you digesting, they let you know your stomach is doing a great job, especially since this is it's first time digesting a prey - it has caught on naturally.

The prey offers an especially ferocious wriggle. And you feel a big shift happen, you frown.

You try to let your observer know, 'I think, uh- AUURP°•○'

"That was a big one, good job"

You usually dont.. belch so much after eating. You supposed that you heard that. Stereotypically. Preds burp a lot after eating prey. But like, you werent even trying to. It wasnt on purpose. Whatever.

You feel the prey start to flag. You realise, blushing, that you probably just deprived your prey of a good bit of air....

The observer has one hand still over your belly, comforting. They ask you to let them know if you start to feel sleepy at all. They say, Once your prey settles in your stomach, you will likely get very tired.

You say, nah. You feel your heartrate going crazy. The observer asks if you want anything in the mean time, a book or tv, or just to talk.

You have a lot on your mind. A lot of new things you are learning. And you tell the observer this.

They also ask if you want any snacks. And at first you scoff mentally - you just ate an entire person, you dont need - but then you hear them say dessert

Youve just eaten a whole lot of meat, you explain. A very huge savoury meal.

You are given some chocolate sweets.

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g/t probably.

Tw. Sick mention

Hanging out with someone. Walking around town, going to the park. Eating a prey rq in front of them.

This annoys your friend because first of all, that's a living creature you've just swallowed. And secondly, you're going to get an awful stomachache.

You disagree on the second point. You feel fine.

They argue back, you feel fine now. But there's no way you can digest a whole body - the size - the bones - that's not going to do you well in a few hours. You're going to get sick, food poisoning. Or just. General belly pain, and then you'll need to throw up - worse yet, it'll get into your intestine and you'll need to get your digestive tract cleared in hospital. Bad either way.

you suggest that both of you will just have to wait and see.

Time goes on, you do need to loosen your pants a little, as having such a full belly makes them not fit so well.

Your friend comments that you do look very distended. In the middle area. That cannot be good.

Your say, you're jist a bit full is all. You definitely dont disagree on that.

After more time passes, the two of you are still lingering in the park. And you can tell that your body has done good work on your prey

You feel grumbling vibrations, and you assume that this is it's movement into the intestine. Or well, you're not exactly sure that is what it is, but at least, the gurgling and resonant feelings in your stomach indicate that the prey has been well and thoroughly digested by you. You feel smug thinking about this, because it proves your friend wrong.

The more, and the longer you digest, the more smug you become. You slyly mention how you feel content. And how nice of a day it is.

You can tell your friend finds this annoying.

Your friend says its getting later and suggest they get something to eat. You say, youre not that hungry. They give you a dirty look. You go to a cafe. You dont order food. But you do offer to pay for half, since you got your meal for free.

[voreroxy]

damn imagine getting swallowed by a pred. Surviving for a good while. Still being able to give them an especially hard kick from inside of their stomach, feeling a lurch, but all it did was make your pred burp

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Vore as in i want to kill and eat you. Not in that order

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I think I could be very responsible and respectful with a stretchy sticky tongue

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Pred who feels a bit bad about digesting you. And they think the way you feel wriggling helplessly in their stomach is icky. And they dont like the loud digestive noises their gut is making. It all leads them to remember that their belly really is digesting someone alive. It's unpleasant, distasteful to think about. So they try not to. They try to ignore you, sleep you off. Get it over with

But they cant deny, prey fills them up. It's a solid meal, so that outweighs the rest.

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You are swallowed alive The predator puts their hand over their full stomach

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pred who threatens to swallow you whole, and then fondle the round and wriggling, and gurgling bulge in their stomach as they digest you alive if u dont stfu

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Finished up one of those WIPs from earlier.

Stupid heat.

Es tut mir leid.

[voreroxy]

reformation digestion as a way of smuggling people into places where theyre not allowed, or to hide a person

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thinking about how horrific it is when someone sees their friend getting swallowed. true terror watching another person be consumed whole and alive.

because that’s the worst part, isn’t it? they’re still alive in there. they aren’t dead yet. for a while, they will still be inside that pred’s belly, thinking, moving, screaming…

and there’s nothing that can be done about it.

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"Hey bro I ate your boyfriend, didn't know he was yours, so uh, don't get mad at him if you consider that cheating, it was my fault."

"Oh no it's fine, we're in an open relationship. Where is he anyway?"

*squishing belly* "Welll, about that."