acidbathlove

[acidbathlove]

Serial pred that is absolutely greedy and notorious for snatching up anyone they think is cute. It's very common to see him strutting down the street with a squirming gut, and even more common to see him enter a cafe with an already rounded out gut, scanning the customers for his next meal. His tastes are very specific; he wants someone who seems doe-eyed and cheerful. Trusting and naïve to a fault. Those are the best meals for him. The ones that scream and cry in his gut about how they trusted him and thought he was different.

But no. The reality is that he's just like any other pred. Greedy and fat, with a plump, masculine body, thanks to all his sweet little meals that get ground down into nothing in his ravenous gut. The best part of his day and going home and massaging the swell of his gut as he relishes in what's leftover from his poor, adorable little meal earlier that day.

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Current scenario fixation:

Vampires who promise themselves they're ONLY going to drink their prey's blood this time

But then they're gripped by the vice of over-indulgence and gluttony once again and their jaws keep opening wider around their blood deprived weakened prey-

Prey sloshed around in their own blood

And- since body isn't processed as easily as blood-

that prey is gonna being churning and stewing away for a bit- much to the chagrin of the now bloated creature of the night

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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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Pred that lets a vampire feed on them until the vampire is plump, then swallows them down and digests them. is this anything

[acidbathlove]

Havent made any vore content

I moved and have been depressed lmao

Might start posting things here again

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there's a pred imprisoned, in solitary confinement permanently because of the danger they've caused to society.

after a long career of evading authorities, and eating very well, the pred had made a mistake, and ended up caught.

unfortunately, they are valuable due to the information that they have (either through their knowledge in their field, or because of a criminal situation they were involved with).

the pred is however, still social and charismatic, even after they've been found out. They will always make conversation with the guards, who were hostile at first, but after a year or two, they get used to him, and start to enjoy talking to the pred. However, both parties know what would happen if the glass between them were ever to disappear. If the pred jokes about them letting him out, the guards will assure them that there's no way in hell that will ever happen.

they are interviewed by a prey who isn't smart like the guards are, in that they have come to fully believe that the pred isn't really that bad of a person. It's in their nature to eat prey anyway, can you really blame them? and they're so nice! And smart - they aren't a criminal.

The interviewer has never seen what the pred has done. They have never seen the pred eat, they've never seen the pred with a full stomach - in fact, for the months that the prey has known him, the pred has not been able to consume prey. He probably hasn't for as long as he's been in prison. poor thing.

because despite being friendly and gentle, the pred doesn't look good, they look starved. They hold their body stiffly and on some rare occasions their happy veneer drops and there is a desperate look in their eye.

the guards worry about the prey who has so obviously fallen for the pred's cover. Despite knowing the fact about who they are, the prey doesn't absorb the fact that the pred is a sadist and a monster. And if they weren't locked in a cage, the pred would definitely have the prey in their stomach by now.

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For a few days now, I've been seeing a pred in the corner of my eye. They think they're slick, lingering just out of my vision, but I know they're there. The thing is, though? Their presence is still terrifying. I don't know what to do if a pred sets its sights on me. I've never been taught how to avoid them!

I think they're waiting for the perfect time to make their move, so I've been doing my best to stick to crowds of people, or linger in public places. My walk home is the most terrifying--I know they're probably watching me somewhere, and I don't want them to, and god, why me? Why's this pred decided that they want me?

It's just an ordinary day when I'm caught unaware. I'm at work, so surely the pred isn't here right now, right? I mean, why would they be? It's not like they work here...

Of course, I am so very, very wrong. It happens without warning. I'm walking along, looking down at my clipboard, when I bump into someone tall and strong. I look up for a brief moment and only catch a glimpse of their face... but I know it's them. Overwhelming heat envelops my head and yanks me in, and soon, my head is drenched in thick saliva. I scream and try to thrash around... but another strong gulp pulls me further down and pins my arms to my sides. Their gullet squeezes me tightly, making it hard to breathe, and I can feel it undulating around me, eagerly waiting to pull me down further into the pred's unforgiving body. I try my best to kick the pred, but this only seems to make me slip in further. The pred swings their head up, humming softly at my flavor, and slowly, I begin to sink deeper and deeper down their esophagus. Desperately, I scramble and writhe against their throat muscles, trying to push myself backwards, but I can't. It's too slippery, and the pred's throat keeps flexing and shifting, making it hard to move.

After what has to be an eternity of sitting idly in the pred's throat, they give another swallow. Their throat muscles are almost crushing as they pull me further down and push me into their stomach, and, within seconds, I'm forcibly curled up in their tight gut. They give an unceremonious belch, which only causes their stomach to pull tighter around me, and it makes me feel light-headed.

There must be security or something, right? Hastily, I scramble for my phone, and I call the phone number to my office building...

But there's no answer.

The lack of an answer is enough to drive me into a frenzy. I begin screaming, kicking, squirming, ANYTHING to free myself, but none of it seems to work. The pred's stomach muscles effortlessly squeeze me back into the center, grinding into my skin and churning around me. Their intentions are clear, just by how their stomach is treating me, but it's hard to accept that this is really happening.

The pred places a hand on their stomach, giving a quiet chuckle. They must find this funny... which makes it all the more humiliating to me. All my hard work, everything I've tried to build up to... snuffed out in the guts of some greedy pred.

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Mmm tumblr nostalgia calls to me like a foul beast

I'll post here still but it'll be also regular art

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Pred with beer gut so you can never be sure if there’s someone in there or not

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There is nothing morally wrong with loving fatal vore. There is nothing morally wrong with loving CNC. Having sexual fetishes does not make you any less moral.

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Not posting anymore art here but I will be avaliable to talk :)

Using this more as a place to reblog fun things

MOVING OUT OF TUMBLR

You saw that right All art here will be removed

Mutuals DM me if you want my discord! Will be resposting

Follow me on Bluesky and Ekas Portal!

[acidbathlove]

MOVING OUT OF TUMBLR

You saw that right All art here will be removed

Mutuals DM me if you want my discord! Will be resposting

Follow me on Bluesky and Ekas Portal!

[acidbathlove]

MOVING ACCOUNTS

Follow me!!! If you wish :)

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very old (the first!) addy comic

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Getting kidnapped by a witch and being kept in a cage to be fattened up would fix me

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Rip my notes

I've been getting less and less and honestly I may move over to bluesky or somewhere else

Idk

May remain semi active here

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It's been a while since he's eaten, and I mean truly eaten. Gorged himself to the point of immobility, even though he's never gotten there. But Mason was looking at an opportunity in front of him. A beach house, during the summer with plenty of people inside. Most drunk out of their mind, others passed out. Some still walking and talking. But soon they'd all be in his belly, melting away in his gut.

He moved inside easily, they hadn't locked any doors. Spotting a young woman with her back turned to him, he felt his stomach growl. Sneaking up to her, he saw she was watching a movie with a couple people. It was easy though to gulp her down without anyone noticing. And before she even settled in his belly the rest of the occupants were crammed in alongside her. But he wasn't done, going from room to room. Many were empty but one had a couple sleeping inside. Licking his lips Mason would slip inside and swallow them down together. Even as they woke up halfway through, he had swallowed them head first.

After they weighed down his belly even more he leaned back. Taking in the satisfaction of having seven people in his gut. Even as a man his gluttony far outweighs his capacity. And halfway through swallowing someone walking by the door his body grew and his belly fattened. Now the taut skin barely showed any evidence of his meals. But not for long, as he squeezed his body through the halls he went into the living room. There most of his meals lay, like hor doeurves on a platter. Flavored by the alcohol and hedonism they had indulged on. But so did he, plucking them from the ground one by one. His belly swelled with each gulp. Once the last prey was swallowed with difficulty, he leaned back. Rubbing his sore belly which squirmed and gurgled. The low crunching of bows and moans of pain were snuffed out not long after.