#flustered pred

[notmyprey]

how do you feel about comforting vore? Where a pred needs comfort and the prey offers to be an emotional anchor by weighing down the preds insides. Giving something physical to focus on than their spiral. just something cute and wholesome and comforting

This is something I have absolutely always adored. Especially since I love flustered preds.

So personally, I imagine a pred, absolutely breaking down. Whether from stress or something happening, they are absolutely sobbing. They know what they want, they want to go into the other room and just nom the prey, but they fear the prey will hate them if they do, so they dont even ask.

The prey hears sobbing coming from the preds room, and after going to investigate, they see its their pred. After hurriedly walking over, they start to comfort the pred, and though the pred calms down a bit, they still are shaking.

The prey hugs the pred, and while doing so, hears their stomach growl. Assuming the pred is hungry, the prey asks if they'd like something to eat.

The pred is very hesitant to answer the question, stuttering and shaking more, going on about how they dont want the prey to hate them. Finally, after the prey assuring the pred they won't hate them, the pred, practically whispering, says they kind of want to eat the prey. The prey is a bit shocked, and once the pred sees this, they retract, telling the prey they figured they'd say no, and its really ok that they dont want to, they dont blame them.

The prey, though, never did say no, and as such, after getting over the initial shock, presses themselves against the pred. "It's fine, you can eat me if you want."

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Zapp loves to tease Klaus when he has some lunch pudge on him still! :3

[sora-has-no-vore-on-this-blog]

Vore ahead. Don't click the readmore if you're uncomfortable with people getting swallowed whole.

"-and so I took the beam for her, and I was surprised to find out it did absolutely nothing!"

"Really? Wow, that must have been scary."

"Yeah. Which is why I was surprised to be unharmed when I recovered from the headrush and all the ringing in my ears."

Tee walked alongside Ringo, the two chatting before they had to get to bed. Tee grabbed a glass of water off the counter- he was a little thirsty, after all. "So what happened after that?" she asked. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't pry, but..."

"Oh, no, by all means I'm willing to share," he said, quickly downing a sip. "So, suddenly, my body began to feel warm, and while I barely noticed anything, Ess said I seemed a little taller for the rest of that Earth day." He felt the soft chill in his chest from the water going down- and noticed that it seemed to linger.

He put a hand on his chest, as if to confirm the presence of this chill, and as if on cue it began to intensify. "Huh, is it just me," asked Ringo, feeling some mix of confusion and fear, "or are you... shrinking?" Tee looked down at himself, and then up at Ringo, and quickly realized something.

It wasn't just Ringo. He was getting smaller.

Panicking slightly, he grabbed onto the counter so he wouldn't end up too vulnerable. Soon he had shrunk to only a foot or two tall, and at this point he hoisted himself onto the counter for maximum protection. He could sense that the chill was starting to let up, and soon reached the limit. He'd shrunk to about 4 inches in height, and looked up to see two giant emerald eyes staring down at him- Ringo's, of course.

"O-oh my... What is this, Tee?"

"Well," he sighed, turning to the side, "I appear to have developed some sort of size-shifting ability. I don't have a handle on it yet, however..." He adjusted his goggles awkwardly, wondering where this was going to go.

Ringo extended a hand to him, gently. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe for the night," she said, smiling softly. "Just climb onto my hand." Although hesitant, he eventually crawled on. Cupped in her hands, she carefully carried him to the bedroom, rocking him to sleep with the swaying motion...

...

He woke up in the middle of the night to something pressing against him. Something damp. He opened his eyes to see what it was, and it soon pulled away from him. To his surprise, the "something" was Ringo's lips. She'd been kissing him in her sleep- just the thought of it made him blush hard.

She quickly muttered a small "mmm... love you so much~..." before pulling him back in for another round. This was making him a little uncomfortable now. However, he couldn't bring himself to try and wake Ringo up, so he just resorted to pushing against her mouth in an attempt to get away.

Two big mistakes.

He accidentally got his hands wedged between her lips, and her mouth opened slightly to let her tounge caress him. Before he could protest, he suddenly flew into her mouth, and he suddenly got struck by a realization of what, exactly, was meant by Finagle's Law.

Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. And right now, things were going horribly wrong.

She rolled over onto her back, leaving him to drop. He was seriously conflicted on whether to try and get her attention or risk getting swallowed. He didn't have much time to think about it- the muscles of her throat were already tugging st his legs. And as soon as he made the decision to alert her, it stopped mattering. He was quickly swallowed, sending a shock of fear through his body.

The warm, wet walls squished him down. He could barely breathe, and was feeling the full effects of claustrophobia. His heartrate was climbing, and the asynchronous rhythms of Ringo's heartbeat and his own gave him a bit of a headache. He wished this were all just a bad dream, but no, this was very real, and the compression reminded him of that every second.

At last, he felt his feet freed, and soon enough, the rest of him followed suit. He fell onto a squishy floor with an uncomfortable and unceremonious noise. He moved a hand to his chest, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't comprehend how it had happened, but the result was all too clear; he was inside of Ringo's stomach.

He took a moment to assess his options. He'd been swallowed whole by monsters before, and was easily able to slice his way out. But this was his fucking girlfriend; violence was entirely out of the question. Staying here for too long would unquestionably hurt him, though. Really, the only viable course of action was to push at the walls and hope that would get her attention so she could get him out...

...

Ringo couldn't shake that lingering paranoia. Tee had gone missing last night, and she didn't know where he might have gone. She'd lost track of herself, listing all of the horrible possibilities in her head. Her tummy had felt weird all day, but she assumed that was the fear reaction talking.

She could barely think straight for most of the day, but finally snapped out of that funk via Maguro shaking her by the shoulder. "Hey, Ringo.★ Ringo, are you there?★"

"Ah, yeah, sorry, it's just... Well, Tee is missing. I don't know where he could be, or what happened."

"Have you tried calling him?★"

She smacked herself for not thinking of the obvious solution, and quickly fished her phone from her pocket to contact Tee. He responded rather quickly, and immediately her question was, "Where ARE you!?"

"Ouch- little loud there. Anyways, to answer your question... Ugh, how do I break this to you gently...?"

"Just tell me so I can settle my paranoia!!"

"Okay, okay, um..." He was silent for a few seconds. Soon, she felt something tickling her insides, prompting a squeal and a giggle from the poor girl. She clasped her middle, and Tee spoke again. "Did you feel that?" he asked, with a slight weakness in his voice. "That, um... That was me... I'm in your stomach right now."

Hearing those words, Ringo's face was almost instantly drained of color. No way... Was he actually... In there!? She stammered in a flustered panic, eventually ending up with "What the FUCK!? WHY!? HOW!?"

"Well, um... You were kissing me in your sleep, and I accidentally forced myself into your mouth. You swallowed me before I could get your attention, and well... The rest doesn't need explaining." Admittedly, that wasn't the full story, but it was a decent condensation of it, and that was all Tee needed to have.

Kissing him in her sleep? Her subconscious wasn't good at keeping things subtle... She felt somewhat ashamed, even if she didn't remember. "Okay, well my next question is ARE YOU OKAY!?"

"I'm... Decent, I suppose. Actually, I've been here for probably 10 to 12 hours at least and I haven't suffered any adverse effects from the stomach juices."

"Well, you being inside me is still...!" Her voice cut off there, as she couldn't find the words. She quickly panicked and just blurted, "Sit tight, okay!? I'll get you out of there ASAP!" Then she hung up.

In all the panic over Tee being in her stomach, Ringo had completely forgotten Maguro was still right next to her. The long-banged boy smirked and giggled with an undeniable tone of mischief. "Sounds like somebody bit off more than they could chew, huh~?★"

"Y-you shut up!" she stammered, smacking Maguro in the face in sheer flusteredness. (She'd have to apologize for that later.) She then got up and ran off, clutching her stomach, rushing to get the tiny Tee out.

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[gt-preys]

Giant flirty merman, that is all.

[cybersoldier82]

One thing I’ll find endlessly funny abt Kyle is that despite being a badass killing machine for hire when it comes to vore all it takes is the pred walking with him in their stomach to make him redder then the surface of mars. Like the slightest movement and he’s immediately red in the face lol

[tummytimee]

Yessss normalized digestion in society is awesome! Imagining permavore as a possibility but preds and non-prey just see it as. Normal. Just a fact of life that you have to get along with your coworker who's digesting a formerly living person. It gets my heart racing. Wow.

One of my favorite vore tropes is when prey gets eaten and the pred goes on with their day as usual. But when the pred talks with & interacts with other people, neither acknowledges the fast that there's a squirming lump of a person digesting in their stomach.

Maybe the pred is just very good at hiding it, and is barely getting away with it right now. Maybe they already know that there's prey in their gut, but they don't care about the prey a single bit. Either way, the prey pleas for help in vain. The people around the pred won't save the prey, even if they knew what grim fate was happening to them inside the pred's gut....

[teal-fiend]

a pred and prey in a long happy relationship which ends with the prey in their partners stomach - permanently.

friends of the couple are shocked, assuming it was an accident, but it was not an accident.

The prey always wanted to be eaten, and the pred was more than happy to indulge them.

It took a while to get to that point - people thought they were a rare pred/prey couple that would last. And they had a good few years, but it ended predictably.

Digestion takes a long time, before its finished, The pred goes on a date with someone new.

Perhaps it wasnt completely unusual for the pred to go on dates - they were already in an open-ish relationship. But this was the first time the pred would go on a date with their partner in tow, albeit, deep in their gut. A modest bulge in their lower belly, hidden under the table, in the restaurant they were in.

Later on, after they left the restaurant, and went on a brisk walk while dinner settled, their date notices that the person theyve gone out with is in fact a predator, and that theyve recently fed. Evidenced by their slightly swollen middle. Swollen in a way that couldnt come from a normal meal.

Maybe the pred is coy, they dont want to let on too much on the first date

Or maybe they rub over their stomach area, satisfied by its fullness, and they tell their date that their partner was their last meal.

The predator notices their date is transfixed by their middle now. The pred grins and offer themselves up for a belly rub.

The date is flustered, a little horrified, but the predator convinces them to go ahead and sate their curiosity. Their date had never touched a predators stomach before, it seemed too dangerous - and certainly not when it was still stuffed with prey. Was that even.... respectful? To the prey who was eaten? Would they want some stranger to feel them, inside their predator's belly?

But the predator said it was alright, and it was their stomach, and their prey now.

Feeling the predators soft belly, knowing that the softness was due to the late prey they mentioned, The date felt... strange... jealous...? Of a lump in someone's stomach? They remove their hands from the lump, trying to decide whether or not they want to go home with this predator.

[consumable-connie]

Pred cornering a prey and threatening to eat them, and the prey just seems apathetic and glances at their belly, and sticks their finger in the pred's naval, obviously confusing the pred. The prey just shakes their head and just says, "Not deep enough, there's clearly barely any cusioning for me in there. Don't worry though, I can help with that." And the pred is super flustered as the prey is dragging them off to get absolutely stuffed.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

That FNAF one was so good, can we have more of G.lamrock Freddy pred?

I can definitely get some more done for him, he’s great.

With a wet slurp, M.onty’s thrashing tail disappears past F.reddy’s lips and the gator fully lands in his gut. A wet belch rumbles out of the bear after, his gut sloshing back and forth as M.onty thrashes inside. B.onnie takes a step back, lifting his hands up. “Woah, Fred, let’s talk about this!”

“We have already talked about it,” F.reddy says, stepping forward to keep pace with B.onnie. “Now I am putting you and M.onty in time out until you start getting along.”

M.onty and B.onnie were almost always bickering with each other. Some kind of competition or sly exchange of words or just being around each other for too long gets the two animatronics worked up and fighting. F.reddy often has to break them up, and despite time and time again telling them to stop, it never does. That escalated to right now, where their bickering made them ruin a performance.

Now, in the backstage area, B.onnie just watched M.onty get snapped up and slurped down with ease. And F.reddy is advancing on him for seconds. “This is a bit extreme, isn’t it?” B.onnie asks with a nervous chuckle. “Look, you already got Mont, so let’s just call it even and--ack!” B.onnie bumps into a wall as he backed up, and soon after, has F.reddy’s full gut pressed against him. “F.reddy, c’mon, this is...oh Faz...” B.onnie’s eyes widen as F.reddy’s jaws do the same. Then his head is engulfed, and wet gulps and slurps begin dragging him down.

Sandwiched between the wall and F.reddy’s gut, there’s nowhere for B.onnie to go. He can barely even struggle as he’s quickly devoured. He gets a few seconds to kick his legs when he’s knee deep, but F.reddy tips his head back with a slurp and they disappear fast, sending him sloshing down into the bear’s gut on top of M.onty.

F.reddy huffs a bit, his tongue lolling out as he puts his hands on either side of his gut. “A-Alright, you two...you are heavy. I will let you out later once you have learned your lesson.” He’s sure that some timeout in his stomach together will let them work out whatever issues they have. They’re shouting a lot at the moment and won’t stop wiggling around, but F.reddy is more than capable of carrying that weight.

And carry it he does. He has to lug the two of them around for the day while continuing to do his job and entertain! He’s a bit gassier than usual doing it, and there’s no hiding his stomach. It’s all a little flustering for the bear, but any time someone asks, he just mentions that he’s helping B.onnie and M.onty “work out their differences”. Usually punctuated with a belch or some muffled shouting.

Of course, lugging around two giant robots is a lot of hard work on its own. Pair that up with having to handle customers and constantly move around, as well as needing to do even more work with two of the bandmates...indisposed, and it’s very demanding on his systems. Luckily, his body is sensing a lot of fuel for the taking.

F.reddy doesn’t noticed, too distracted handling so many people at once. When M.onty or B.onnie try to yell at him or when he lets out a notably harsh belch, it doesn’t register as any different than what has been happening today anyway. Their frantic thrashing is something he’s already adjusted to, so it doesn’t do much to get his attention when it grows more panicked and desperate.

The one thing F.reddy does notice is when his exhaustion starts to plateau and even wear off slightly. He’s also noticing that M.onty and B.onnie seem to be settling down a bit, their wiggling a lot less intent and their voices much softer. They must be calming down finally and getting along! And his systems are feeling less strained because of it. He doesn’t pay enough attention to notice that his stomach is smaller and softer, or that fuel is sluicing through him as B.onnie and M.onty fall apart.

The longer it goes on, the more energized F.reddy feels. He doesn’t really register the weird looks he gets from people when he mentions B.onnie and M.onty being in timeout in his stomach. It’s barely big enough for one robot, let alone two, and is far too round and sloshy anyway. Most people shrug it off as a strange joke though.

By the end of the day, F.reddy returns to his room with a soft sigh. “I am sorry that took longer than anticipated, I was unable to get a break today!” F.reddy says to his friends. “I will let you two out now, so I hope you have learned yoOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPP!!!” A thick belch rumbles out of F.reddy and something flies out of his maw. He recognizes them as M.onty’s sunglasses, and when he stoops down to grab them, he finally takes notice of his stomach.

It hangs off of him like a round pot belly, sloshing slightly when he moves. He blinks and presses a paw into it, feeling it squish and grumble. It’s far too small to hold one animatronic, certainly not two. F.reddy’s face heats up a bit. “...oh dear, not again...”

-

F.reddy blinks a couple of times as he suddenly comes back online. He’s in the giant cylinder still so his maintenance must have finally finished! He smiles to himself and moves to get to his feet. As he does, he feels his entire center of balance shift and he stumbles a bit as he gets up again. “What on Earth..?” He looks down at himself and...ah.

F.reddy’s stomach hangs out heavily before him, bubbling and sloshing. He can feel something shifting around in there. He stifles a belch into his fist and puts his own paw on his stomach to settle it slightly. That is not ideal. F.reddy rubs his stomach slightly as he steps out of the cylinder and sees the very unhappy expression of the lead technician.

“Ah...I hope I was not too much trouble,” F.reddy says with a sheepish expression. His stomach bubbles wetly and he feels the meat inside go completely slack. He stifles another burp.

“Well, we’re down five technicians now,” the lead says with an annoyed sigh. He jabs F.reddy’s gut with a screwdriver, making it slosh and wobble. It gets a wet belch out of F.reddy and a cap flies out of his jaws, hitting the ground with a wet splat.

“I see...” F.reddy can feel his face heating up and he looks away. He rubs over his gut ideally as it bumps the biofuel through him, most of those technicians long since broken down. He can’t help but let out a pleased hum as he feels his systems get more energized.

The lead technician sighs and shakes his head. “Just go back to your room and finish that off. I need to find some people willing to work on M.onty...”

“Understood. Thank you.” F.reddy smiles politely and heads for his personal maintenance tunnel. His gut bounces and sways as he walks, loud sloshes echoing through the tunnel. He’lll likely have finished processing all of the technicians within the hour.

“I do apologize for your rapid demotion to biofuel,” F.reddy comments to his stomach. He knows none of them can hear him, but he feels he should say something. It’s not like he meant to eat them! He just cannot control himself when he’s in maintenance mode. They go through technicians so fast, that most of them are new hires that make one mistake and...well...

F.reddy burps again, this time sending a shoe flying out and bounce across the ground. He slurps over his lips a bit and pats his stomach. At least all of the energy they gave him will let him get through the day without charging! He’s sure they are happy to provide that at least.

[smalltendencies]

So, when a pred blushes and is flustered, just remember the prey KNOWS

[i-am-the-rat-sized-man]

This. This I love this in vore media. When the pred holds the prey in front of their open mouth, either to scare them or fluster them. I live for it. It makes me so happy and idek why 💀

Happy new years everyone, I wish you all comfy belly snuggles for 2024😊

[bighungrywolf]

"I've been waiting for you, Bruce, we need to talk."

"Um… hey, Dan, okay… I don't know what you want to talk about, but… I'm in a bit of a hurry, if you want to talk about it tomorrow" replied Bruce, clearly nervous and trying to avoid a conversation that he knew exactly what it was going to be about.

"Oooooh, it's funny, I don't give a shit about your rush, just like you don't give a shit about respecting the limits that are set for you, do you, Bruce?

"I really don't know what you're talking about mate, you know I would never do anything to upset you, and that…" stammered Bruce.

"Cut the crap buddy, I know perfectly well that you've come into my territory and taken what wasn't yours, is it too much of a coincidence that you suddenly join the same gym as me and suddenly people start disappearing, which for once I had nothing to do with, right? You think you're so macho? Maybe someone needs to teach you again that you shouldn't enter another pred's hunting ground, and you should remember who the real alpha is here and who's in charge. And you know what they say, an eye for an eye… you hunt the ones that were going to be my snacks, and it's only fair that you give me back what was mine, isn't it?"

"Y…you're absolutely right, forgive me Dan, I'll find a couple…no, a dozen guys that are to your liking so you can feast on them" Bruce replied clearly flustered.

"Oooooh, my little Bruce, I think you've missed the point. Why would I want to devour people who are not even good as a first course, when I have the most delicious dish of the feast in front of me? Ironic, isn't it, the hunter becomes the prey, and it's about time someone showed you where you belong: in the stomach of a true alpha!!!! Guuuuuuuulp. Aaaaaaaaah, how I love to serve justice. Be comfortable in there, little buddy, soon my metabolism will transform you into a simple soup to feed this superior body. BuuuuUUuuRp"

[intestinalemphasis]

Flustered pred ❤️❤️❤️

When he's full of prey and doesn't know what to do, so he sits there red-faced and panting while they start moving around and making him whine

🥴

[medium-sized-snack-portion]

I feel like casual licks aren't mentioned enough in vore stuff.

You know how some people will just kiss or hug their significant other randomly? It's that but it's the Pred licking the Prey without reason.

Like the Prey is just chilling or something, and then the Pred walks by who just picks them up/leans down and gives them a lick, and then just moves on.

Meanwhile the Prey is just left flabbergasted, flustered and slightly covered in saliva.

[boiled-ginger-ale]

the smallidarity dynamic is so perfect for every kind of relationship.

best friends? check

in love? check

frenemies? check

arch nemesis? check

pred/prey? check

g/t? check

they can do all of it

and empires 2 jimmy and joel are so perfect for pred/prey stuff

like, perfect for non-AU noms, and crazy potential for AU noms

non-AU Joel teasing Jimmy by swallowing him down

and then an AU where Jimmy gets like sacrificed to God Joel and eaten

but also a non-AU where Jimmy figures out Joel wants to eat him and starts teasing Joel about it subtly to convince him to actually do it and Joel is all flustered

and even empires 1!!! because jimmy was actually big, not crazy giant like lizzie, but joel was just human sized so in empires 1 jimmy could nom joel

and life series, like, what if to get Jimmy to the end in Wild Life, Joel eats him during the finally, so even if technically Joel was the only survivor since Jimmy only registered as 'food in a player's stomach' once he won Jimmy was still with him and could be considered having won as well so when Joel rides off into space in his cool car with the past victors he lets a very tiny Jimmy out and all the victors celebrate or something or maybe take turns nomming Jimmy

Human!Jimmy finding tiny Fairy!Joel and holding him gently cupped in his hands

Human!Joel finding Canary!Jimmy who is actually canary sized, or maybe a Hummingbird!Jimmy and keeping him in his shirt pocket

their just so cute in g/t scenarios I'm gonna die - Lilmia

Frothing at the mouth at all of these ideas they are gorgeoussssss I can only imagine the shenanigans they’d be up to on any server

Oh the panic if Jim was sacrificed to Joel and this giant monstrosity of a god plucks him out of his bindings, glances him over with such indecipherable emotion and then proceeds to fucking eat him. Pure terror. Maybe Joel feels guilty for scaring the human cuz he doesn’t really take sacrifices like that but at the same time he could only imagine what the guys sacrificing him might do if he refuses, and I mean, he is hungry after all…

Also neither of them have any chill at all. Bored? Tum time. Tiny friend doing something needlessly dangerous and you’re done with their shit? Eat. Big guy you hang out with actin a little out of it and you’re worried about them? Nothin cures the soul like some snuggles from the inside (improved tenfold if the pred can purr)

Big fish Jimmy would be such a reluctant pred I swear. Joel would probably threaten to rip his insides out if he ever tried, but oh nooooo there’s this plot thing that makes it be the only option availableeeee yeah Jim is getting a squirmy new guest for the time being. And no inside damage because Joel has at least some decency to not want to hurt his best bud, even if he’s weird and this is gross and he hates it so much Jim let him out or he swears he’s gonna—

I have very many feelings about these idiots I love making them suffer so much <3