#gentle pred

[yummynomms]

I LOVE THIS TROPE aaaaaaaaa-

old old art that I was waiting to publish for when I had a story to go along with it but... it's been so long and I don't think the story is coming along any time soon soo...~

[bramble-mouse]

The day is blustery, and you sit upon your giant friend's lap. They have a crocheted blanket in rainbow colours spread over thier legs, and they relax into thier recliner. From your vantage point, you can see how the rain batters the window pane, hear how the wind lashes the trees outside. There is a documentary on the television, the volume turned down quiet.

You shiver a little and trudge across the blanket towards your huge friend's belly and huddle against the warmth. You can hear the tea they are drinking quietly bubbling inside. You think of how warm it would be in there presently.

"You've got that look again."

Your giant friend remarks as thier hand gently rests at your back.

"There's quite a bit of tea in there. Are you sure?"

You smile and hug your friend's middle.

"I don't mind."

Your friend lets out a little amused huff before they gather you carefully in thier hands and hoist you up in front of thier mouth.

"Well, since you don't mind..."

They grin and drop you into thier half full tea cup. You let out a squeak, but devolve into laughter.

Your friend's smile sits high above like an afternoon sun and playfully splash tea at them.

"Bottoms up."

They wink at you and take a sip of tea. You follow the flow of milky sweet liquid into thier mouth and promptly vanish with a gulp.

You squeeze, the tea rushing around you, down your friend's throat and you rapidly arrive with a splash and a loud grumble into the sloshing depths of a tea filled belly. The liquid comes up to your chest at its deepest point, so you swim to rest against a wrinkly, warm stomach wall. You sit in the dark for a moment and listen as your friend's belly churns the tea, digesting it slowly while you remain entirely unharmed. The frothy, deep gurgles, the steady thudding of a heart- you get lost in the warm, humid internals of your kind friend.

"Doing alright in there?"

Your friend's muffled voice inquires. You give the belly flesh behind you a good couple firm pushes, an indication you are quite well.

You hear them sigh and feel the press of thier hand as they rub thier stomach.

"Lemme know when you want out, alright? Though I will be evicting you anyways before dinner. Not keeping you in there with all that mess."

They chuckle.

You close your eyes and relax, letting the heat seep into your bones. There is no place safer in the world than here to you.

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[hungrysilverfox]

You start to panic as I pull your soul up from your throat. It’s warm in my hand, like holding fire. Your body goes limp in my arms. It’s still alive; it continues to breath and it’s heart continues to beat, but now it’s just an empty shell. I keep it close so it stays safe. An empty vessel is a very precious treasure for wandering spirits, after all. This is only temporary, so I can’t let anything happen to your body.

Your soul makes my mouth water, I’ve never seen anything so delectable before. I admire it for a few minutes, before the temptation grows too strong. I lick it, and my body shivers in excitement.

Unable to resist, I finally push it past my lips. I’ve never tasted anything like it, I suppose falling in love with someone does add flavor. It’s sweet like honey. So sweet that it almost burns. I turn it in my mouth, tasting every inch. I savor it as long as I can, it’s so perfect I almost cry. I give up trying to keep myself collected, it’s not like anyone’s around to see it anyway. Drool drips from my mouth, and I hum around it in pleasure.

My stomach growls in anticipation, and my patience snaps. I push it to the back of my mouth, and finally swallow it. I feel it burn my throat, but it just adds to the bliss of the moment. As it reaches my belly, I feel a deep sense of contentment. Tears finally spill past my eyes, I feel full and relaxed and happy; a combination I’ve never felt before. I pat my belly happily, and curl around your body. A soft burp works its way up my throat as my eyes start to get heavy.

I’m completely content, and drift off into a peaceful sleep in moments. It’s embarrassing how strongly you affect me, humiliating actually. I’m supposed to be a scary powerful demon, not some lovesick fool. But it doesn’t matter, you make me happy. Though I’d never let my cohorts see me like this, it’s fine to be self indulgent sometimes.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Sometimes I think about willing fatal where the prey doesn’t want to struggle or show fear because they don’t want to upset or hurt the pred, but like there comes a point during digestion where they’re running completely on instinct and they can’t NOT let on that they’re afraid. And instead of feeling disappointed in the prey, the pred just speaks gently to them like a scared animal, rubbing soothing circles along their softening form and letting them know it’s okay, it’s okay to be scared, they understand it’s scary, but the prey only has to bear with it for a little longer and then the two of them will be one.

[kitsune-pop]

vore where the prey is swallowed tied up

you were more than a little nervous to be honest. your partner had you strung up, hands behind your back and legs tied together snugly, shibari rope soft on your skin but tight at the knots. you looked at them, your head the only part of you that could move freely, as you dangled from their fingers

some rope and a shrinking spell was all it took to have you at your partner's mercy, although their reassuring smile helped put your nerves at ease. you nodded at them, ready to begin

with the end of the rope pinched between their fingers your partner lifted you up, dangling you above their face before opening wide, tongue laid flat over their bottom row of teeth. as you began to descend you couldn't help a brief moment of panic as you approached the hungry maw in front of you

your tiny body settled on their warm tongue, saliva quickly dampening the ropes holding you still as their breath washed over you. slowly drawing their tongue into their mouth, you quickly found yourself in darkness, enveloped by their tongue. they were gentle, keeping their jaws relaxed as they slid you around their mouth, pushing you first against their pallet, then to the back of their teeth. the tip of their tongue slid up your restrained body, slowly running up your midsection, feeling every bump of the shibari wrapped around you. you couldn't help but wriggle, eliciting a chuckle from your captor that sent vibrations through your very bones

their tongue shifted under you, scooping you up as they tilted their head back. bright light surprised you, craning your neck you could see they opened their mouth so you could clearly see their esophagus as it opened and closed in front of you, saliva slowly draining down their throat. you began to wriggle, feeling the rope tug at your arms, keeping you helpless as they slowly tilted their head further back, letting you slide further and further down

and with one quick swallow, all you could feel was tight, constricting muscles pulling at you, any struggles reduced to small wriggling as you felt the powerful muscle pull you further down their throat. could they feel you struggle? were they tracing your descent with their fingers? how far down were you already? you were helpless, tied up, shrunk and eaten, completely at the mercy of your partner. your heart was pounding and you felt lightheaded, yet all you could think about was this is where you belonged. deep in your partner, owned completely by them, existing only at their behest

you felt a few sharp tugs around your middle, constricting your body and forcing what little air you had left in your lungs out. in a moment you were coughing and gasping for air, blinking in the bright light as your partner cupped your tiny body gently, cooing at you, giving you praise for how brave you were, how good you tasted and how proud they are of you

your words had left you, all you could do was pant and smile past their fingers up at them with all the love you could muster

(got a little carried away with this one lol. sorry for the wait! I simply forgor)

[softsnugglystomach]

Finished the second part of my PJO vore fic

It’s Hestia-centric and focuses on how her childhood affected her, with a main focus on how (in this AU) she began to associate being eaten with being protected, and how that carries over into her relationship with her family, especially since she’s the oldest child and feels responsible for her family.

[cerberusthenking3]

A Nannies Hug

Warning this story contains soft vore,injury,child prey,and concerned pred

I hope you enjoy mystorl

Nathan POV.

Tears stream down my face as I run inside my house, holding my bleeding arm up.A defined bite mark leaking red liquid, and I yell out for Nana as I run into the kitchen, seeing her leavanny standing by the counter and she turns to me and her eyes widen in horror as she runs over to check on my injury.She makes soft clicking noises as she look over the open flesh before pulling out a few large leafs and forming some threads from her mouth and tying them around the injury.She works quickly and efficiently at closing the wound.She tugs on the threads to make sure its secure before picking me up and walking back into the living room,as she walks she releases a small pollen puff onto my arm and the pain begins to die down.She clicks at me before sitting down on the couch and laying me over her lap while rubbing my hair softly.We stay like that for want feels like hours before my arm begins to feel much better so I move the leaves to look at it and see that there is nothing left but a small scar where the wound had been.She looks down and clicks happily.She uses her arm to cut the bandage off before picking me back up.

Yuli POV.

There we go. The hatchlings arm is looking much better now to make sure he doesn't use it for at least a few hours.I open my mandible and gently place his head between them into my mouth.I murr a little at his taste which is similar to an oran berry,I guess that makes sense as it is his favorite fruit.He squirms a little and aays"Aunt Yuliiiiiiiiii,I'm okay you don't need to store me"in a unhappy tone.I shake my head and think"Yes I do little one,or else you'll go right back outside"So I push him a little deeper in and swallow again.He kicks a little but I feel him lean into the warmth before I swallow again and let gravity take over.It only takes two more swallows to get him the rest of the way down.I set his shoes infront of the door before walking outside and hear him say"I'm gonna sleep aunt Yuli,okay?"I click to him in confirmation that it's okay before I spot his houndour,Max,lying on the ground and looking extremely upset.I walk towards him, and he looks up and stutters out."I-I only me-meant to grab him n-n-not hurt h-him,is he o-o-okay???"I nod to the worried puppy before leaning down to pick him up, wipe the blood of his mouth before opening my mandible again, and place him on my tongue before sending the pup down in two swallows.When he lands in my stomach I hear Nathan happily but tired lying say"Hey Maxy,it's okay I'm not mad,it was an accident"I gently rub my stomach as I walk back in to wait for Miss Elise to get home.Though I would mind if I had to hold these two cuties for a little longer.

Sorry if it's a little shorter than you expected, but I hope you enjoy it.

[ms-snaps-bakery]

Delicious In Wife's Belly

[encryptedcryptid]

A pred on their period likely wouldn't wanna eat anyone. Their body hurts like hell, everything is sore, so their favorite prey decides to help out.

A warm compress, a soft spot to lay in comfortably, and no fear of leakage, puts em right to sleep as their prey buddy keeps em company while they deal with mother nature's worst joke, knowing damn well as soon as it's over they're gonna be slipping and sliding around in their guts.

[yummynomms]

Accidents Pt. 1!

VERY angsty, proceed with caution!!

I LOVE this type of situation, When the pred is so scared for the tinies life, its so heartbreaking when they know that they are the reason for their danger even if thats the last thing they want. like uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh the angst I YEARN for it!

Next

btw they are drunk! not aroused! the blushing is from the alcohol!

@voraciousvore

[bramble-mouse]

Vore Week: Careful

A quick drabble from the prompt list I made for myself for this week.

Safe vore, soft vore, willing prey and platonic belly hugs.

MDNI.

The sheer mass of your friend never ceases to stop you in your tracks, least of all when you’re sitting gently cupped in the palm of their hands. “You’re sure you’re comfortable with trying this?” Bramble frowns nervously. You detect a hunger in their eyes, though the concern there far outweighs it.

“Yeah.” You stare down at your own hands, folded in your lap. You’re hardly an inch long in comparison and still amazed this giant would ever even bother to notice you. “I…I trust you.” Bramble’s own golden eyes can’t seem to meet yours. Their ears droop, they rub the back of their neck and before they can speak a word, their belly lets out the loudest growl you’ve ever heard. They are positively starving. The both of you lock eyes a moment before erupting into laughter. Bramble’s mirth vibrates your entire skeleton, like joyful thunderclaps. Once you both recover, the mossy haired giant smiles down at you. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay? I know you’ve been curious about this,” The point to their belly, currently obscured by a brown knit sweater “And I’m glad I’m the one you chose.” They bring you closer to their mouth and part their lips. A gust of minty breath tousles your hair, warm and welcoming. “Climb in and like…I dunno. Punch my tongue once you’re ready for me to swallow you.” Bramble smiles. You’re grateful they can be casual about all of this; it makes the experience of being eaten for the first time a lot less nerve wracking despite your life long curiosity towards it. Once they part their lips, you climb over their teeth, pointedly noting long, sharp canines that come down from their upper jaw like stalactites. The air in their mouth is humid as you investigate their back molars with curious touches, take special note of their uvula and how it hands above the glowing entrance of their throat. You lay down on Brambles tongue and as instructed, punch their tongue. Their tongue lurches you backwards towards their throat and for a moment, instinctive trepidation creeps into your chest. Yet despite that initial motion, your giant friend takes their time and is incredibly careful as you pass into their throat with a wet gulp. The ride down is confined and dimly lit by glowing green flesh. You start to panic and struggle against the tight, squeezes confines as you travel slowly down Bramble’s throat. A great voice rumbles overhead, nearly overtaken by the colossal workings of lungs and heart around you.

“It’s okay, little buddy.” Bramble’s voice soothes. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” That’s when it hits you. The passage may be claustrophobic but it is a part of your friend’s body. And when the ride down slows and you are pushed through a sphincter into a vast chamber of wrinkles, slick flesh, this is a part of Bramble too. The soft glow of the flesh allows you to watch the walls of their stomach pulse with their heartbeat and shift. A low gurgle shudders through your body, but the stomach acids you landed in are as harmless as water. “How are you doing?” Bramble speaks, but their voice is more muffled this time. You watch as something pressing into the stomach chamber from the outside- their hand. “I…I’m actually doing ok.” You shout in an attempt to be heard through layers of flesh. Bramble lets out a relieved sigh that you feel. The indent moves slowly side to side. They are rubbing their belly. “I’m glad. Let me know when you want out, alright? Doesn’t matter when.” They affirm. Another set of grumbles from their belly sound around you. They should terrify you with the implication of what this place would do to you if not for Bramble’s protective enchantments but they are soothing, coaxing tension from your body. You wobbled across the unsteady ground of the giant’s glowing stomach, wading through calf deep stomach juices so that you can lean on the wall you can see them stroking their stomach through. The motions pause on the outside and you can hear their heart rate increase.

“You…really are safe inside of me. I want you to never forget that. I’ll always take care of you.” Bramble’s voice is gentle, and though you can tell they are moving by the way their belly sways around you, they are clearly taking incredible care not to jostle you around.

“I know.” You smile and sink into the folds of soft, loamy stomach lining. It’s so warm in here, pleasant and relaxing like being wrapped up in a heavy blanket.

[sillyromance]

(WARNING: angst (a person abused in the recent past), one strong word)

Please, don't hurt me. I don't wanna pain anymore. I'm cornered and exhausted. I beg of you - don't make me suffer, I didn't mean anything wrong! Please...

- I won't. I promise.

It is a flash of light reflecting from you teeth and then - nothing but humid darkness. It feels...oddly comforting. Soon I stop struggling and let you devour me, lulled by warmth and softness of your internals. Every long, powerful swallow sends me deeper into you, and I can't help but feel grateful for how gentle you're with me. I'm so fuckin' damaged that your attention to my needs seems unnatural to me - I think I would let an assassin to cut me open if they treated me as a person just for a little bit. Well, actually, that what I do...

I slide, and slide, and slide... And, finally - curl up into your noisy stomach. It groans so loudly, so impatiently that I feel guilty for making it wait for so long. I have been expecting it to squeeze me immediately to brake my bones and melt me down for your body to process. However...

- You're safe. No one and nothing will harm you here. Trust me.

I don't believe my ears. I hesitantly paw squishy wall around me, but there is no acid. The organ hugs me gently; your hand fondles me from the outside - your light touch reaches my back and draws soothing circles on me. I embrace my knees and cry again, but this time, these are tears of relief. Your stomach keeps bubbling and growling, though I'm not afraid. I know that you tell me the truth; I want to trust you so, so bad... And perhaps, it will destroy me again, but I will.

Thank you.

[hungrysilverfox]

A demon falls in love with a human; and to show it, the demon consumes their soul;

I really like the idea of consumption being a love language. What better creature to express that than demons! They can take a persons soul out of their body to swallow it, leaving the body completely unharmed. It would be digested mercilessly, churned to bits by the stomach and seeping into the demon. But the demon can control it; instead of absorbing it for energy, they gain complete power over the soul. They could manipulate it to be their slave, but they choose to infuse part of themself into it, giving the soul power and complete protection. The demon could then separate the soul and put it back into its body. Ultimately, things would be the same as before, but the demon always knows where the soul is and what it’s doing.

But consider! The process is just as excruciating for the person. Although their real body is unharmed, they subconsciously perceive their soul as their body. They feel the heat of the demons mouth, the tightness of their throat, their stomach burning them alive. All while the demon enjoys their meal. I mean, they are a demon after all. They can love someone, but it doesn’t change their inherent sadistic nature~

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I am a monster, that I cannot deny, but just because I am a monster, just because I fundamentally do not deserve acceptance, does not mean I do not crave it. Do you understand what seeing you in my web does to me? What you have given me by allowing me to catch you? You have granted me more than a meal Ida, you have granted me acceptance, unconditional love, nourishment that is both physical and spiritual. Gazing upon your beautiful face with eight eyes instead of two. It saddens me to think, I might never find a way to repay you for what you are offering me. For though I adore you, all I know of love is hunger, it’s something I am well suited for, after all I am my hunger and very little else, but is it worthy of you? You have chosen to speak to me in my own language, to be my prey, to allow me to feast. But what is your language Ida? What can I do to make you feel accepted? What can I do to make you feel loved?

[cerberusthenking3]

A Miasma's Mealtime

I love the Girros and especially enjoy the Great Girros, and while fighting the Great Girros, I realized that it was in the perfect place for and decided to write a story for it

Warning:This story contains soft,safe,protective vore,child prey,feral prey,multiple prey,suffocation,gore,accidental fearplay,fear of death,aftercare

Miazuma POV.

I lie on the cold stone floor while holding my little friends near me,Gia,Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,Venera,Maxu,and Teruza.My little Girros pals are snuggling up to me for warmth before I hear someone gasping outside and Venera wakes up with a big stretch and yawn as she stands up and mutters"Probably a hurt animal,I'll go put it out of its misery and then you can get a snack Miazuma"and I happily smile and say"Thanks,Venera"before she walks out and I hear a loud gasp and hear her yell'Um,Miazuma,I don't think you can eat this"So I confusedly say"What,why,is it sick because I can eat sick things"As the the others get up and she yells back"Not exactly"So I stand up and walk out the mouth of the cave to see what's wrong and notice her standing over something so I look past her and see a small,weak looking human trying to shoo her off while laying on the ground with ragged breaths.My eyes widen and I lean down and grab the back of his shirt and pull him into my cave and out of the effluvium and into the sorta fresh air.The others run over and Gia softly asks"Is he......?"I shake my head and say"He's alive,but I wouldn't say that he's okay"With a slightly sad tone.He groans in pain before slowly sitting up and coughing his lungs out while Gia and Maxu help him move over to a rock sticking out of the a bit off of the floor.He softly says"T-thanks,Don't worry,I'll be out once I get all this crap outta my lungs"I shake my head with a worried growl before walking to the mouth of the cave and begin to cover it with vines and return to my sleeping spot while Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,and Teruza return to me and I see Gia and Maxu struggling to stop the human from leaving while Venera is attempting to push him towards me and I smell that he's not quite full grown and is likely only eleven or twelve years old.

Ochan POV.

The smaller Girros try pushing me towards the bigger one,but I don't understand why their helping me.I finally relinquish and let them push me over while the main two pushing me and the one who found me lays on my lap and the Great Girros wraps around us and begins falling asleep while all the other Girros fall asleep around me so I wait about an hour before I carefully push the Girros off my lap and stand up.I walk over the the rock that they set me on earlier and reach into my bag,pulling out a long bandage and begin wrapping it around my face to try and resist the noxious gas around the rotten vale and take a deep breath before approaching the vine door and push it open when suddenly,I'm pulled off my feet and turn to see the great Girros has grabbed me with his tail so I shake my head and say"I have to go,thank you for the help though"He shakes his head and places me back against his stomach.I sigh and attempt to get out again as his tail pushes me back into the position between the two Girros who helped me inside.I sigh and ask"You aren't gonna let me leave,are you?"He shakes his head, and I groan before pulling my bag while digging through it and pulling the bandage off my face and tucking it into the bag before pulling a bag of beef jerky out and offer him a handful of it,which he seems interested in and happily accepts.

Miazuma POV.

This little human isn't the brightest, but he is very persistent and has some delicious food.I pull my tail onto his lap to make sure he can't leave and settle down to sleep.After a good night's rest I wake up to the sound of my little friends laughing and playing quietly.I stand up and stretch deeply before looking down and seeing Gia,Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,Venera,Maxu,and Teruza all laying infront of me as Toric gives me a sharp grin before saying"Come on Miazuma,don't tell me you forgot what today is"My tail begins rapidly wagging as I begin getting really excited when I finally remember,today they promised to let me hold them in my pouch.I open my mouth and take Gia,Maldrick,and Teruza in all in one mouthful,I care fully lick them all over and and swallow them down.Gia playfully jabs my in the side of my pouch as I gather Ganna,Toric,Venera,and Maxu into my maw,licking them all over and gently swallowing.I happily hold my slightly bulging stomach and hear a slightly panicked gasp so I turn and see the human quickly wrapping the bandage over his lower face before saying hurriedly"Well,I think it's time for me to go,thanks again"and pushing the vines out of his way.I cock my head in confusion which slowly turns into horror as I realize what he thinks I just did.I run out after him and see him attempting to climb up one of the tendrils into a den where I know an aggressive Radobaan resides.Swifly I leap up and catch the human halfway in my mouth as he begins panicking and struggling against me.I wasn't planning on swallowing him but as he struggles I feel a flare of protectiveness shoot through me so I quickly pull him in and begin quickly swallowing.He arrives in my pouch with the rest of them where he begins struggling and I hear my pack unhappily groaning as their woken up but after a minute I feel him calm down as Gia and Maxu cuddle up to him.

Ochan POV.

I slowly calm down as I realize that the Girros are all alive here and the two one who have been helping me lay on me to have me stop moving.I take a few deep breaths before feeling him stand and move somewhere.The combination of my exhaustion from my escape attempt and the warmth of the stomach as well as the weight from the other Girros slowly places into a deep sleep.Hours later my eyes slowly crack open as bright light assaults my eyes and I look around to realize that I'm in the some human village with multiple weights on my and laying on something slick and warm.I groan and sit up before seeing someone coming near me so I automatically get into a defensive position as a man with a large mizutsune behind stops infront of me and holds out a water bottle and sandwich before saying"Here,drink and eat,you dehydrate easily when you're in their pouches"I mutter"Thanks"And crack the water bottle open as the cold liquid graces my tongue.I chug the bottle down and eat the sandwich in two bites.He pats me on the shoulder and says"You're pretty lucky,most don't survive the Rotten Vale,feel grateful that Miazuma and his pack helped you out"I nod and say"Yeah,I almost died out there,they saved my life"I stand up and look through my slightly damp satchel before pulling out the bandages and wrap them around my face and begin walking away when I hear a distressed growl and turn to see Miazuma looking very upset as I confusedly ask"Whats wrong bud?"The man from earlier realizes the lack of information I have and says."Oh,he stored you, so now he considers you a part of his pack, He thinks you're abandoning him,"I mentally smack myself,I quickly correct. "Im just going to stretch my legs, bud,I'll be back in a few minutes,"he nods before waking up one of the Girros and chattering to her before she walks up to my side and walks with me.This monster seems very clingy but I guess being alive in a clingy home is better than being dead without one.I wipe my face and come to a realization"I'm probably gonna wind up as a meal a lot more from now on,and I guess I'm fine with that"I think to myself.