#prey posting

[the-dread-quinn]

[lesbianoms]

Oof I’m in an “unwilling” vore mood… there’s just something so hot about being taken advantage of by a gorgeous woman who’s bigger and stronger than me. Her petting my hair and shushing my whimpers as she pulls off my clothes, kissing my neck~

And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…

“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”

I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~

And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.

“Ooh, honey ❤️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”

Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3

I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?

Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…

“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”

Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3

I may have been denying it at first, but we both knew that in the end, I would give into my desires… 💖

[sunspot-stomachache]

Do y’all know about murder ballads?

They’re what they sound like, really. Songs with lyrics what are about death, and though not always murder, you can see where the name comes from. Where I’m from, you hear them every now and again amidst the bluegrass.

I mention them because while I quite like the idea of just being erased, I can’t help but be infatuated by the idea of leaving behind a legacy that can be twisted by the pred who did the erasing. A Polaroid taped to a condom is easy, but when you’re eaten, digested, turned into fat? I suppose you could get turned into a tattoo, but…

Imagine, your fate turned an enticing song. Sung in hushed tones around the campfire as a warning to those seeking out more than they bargained for, or perhaps…sung by someone hungry to entice someone else~

[susieafterdark]

Today the shock collar I ordered on Amazon arrived. I quickly unboxed it and began to give it a test run.

The collar itself has settings from 1 through 18. 18 of course, being the most powerful shock the collar can administer. Initially I was scared to even get up to 5 or 6. However, by the end of the test, I was begging my partner for more and more. 18 almost didn't feel like enough.

For the duration of the experiment, I was physically by myself, however, my friends and partner were sitting in a voice call with me. Giving requests to shock myself, or to increase the strength.

My partner teased and degraded me as he repeated a one word command over and over. "Again." I obliged, the remote in my hand set to its maximum, I obediently shock myself again and again.

Whimpering through gritted teeth. I barely even had to touch myself before my body released everything as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Hot strings of fluid stretching from my naval to my chest.

My body lay weak, still tingling from the voltage that had passed through it. Even after I took the collar off, a small red mark remained, reminding me of my place.

After all, good bunnies do what they're told. <3

[lilithsterrarium]

preds are so fucking hot... I want to be a tiny little thing, scurrying to please someone after they just swallowed a person infinitely more useful and filling than I am, hurridly rubbing their gut and feeling my tiny dick LEAP when they let out a gargantuan belch and tell me how useless I am and they can barely feel me....

[infinite-puppy]

Googling “how to be better prey”

[the-dread-quinn]

god I want you in some primal, wild way animals want each other. untamed and full of teeth

[lesbianoms]

Her: Aww, you’re so cute 😊

Me, inside her stomach, having lost consciousness hours ago: gggllhg. . . GGGGGGLLLLKRRN~

[sunspot-stomachache]

Do you think if a pred ate somebody who used ice magic or was an ice elemental of some kind that they’d get a brain freeze

[susieafterdark]

Hey, American Bunnygirl here, who isn't 21 just yet. Looking for advice, I turn 21 in 4 months, have a very poor alcohol tolerance due to my medication, and a very sensitive palette... Is there anything fruity that you guys would recommend to make a soft bunnygirl nice and pliable?

[by-hole-or-by-pole]

overwrite the trauma of being bullied for everything about you with this one simple trick! (Viewer discretion is advised)

[degen-princessposting]

Been thinking about being a frail little indoor cat girl lost in the outdoors… being by so helpless and pathetic. It’s so scary and cold out here in the big dark woods. Having such a lack of a defensive instinct and being so desperate for someone to take care of me that upon seeing a big, scary, hungry monster I don’t run or flee or hide. I just cry and grip onto its leg and wail about how scared I am. I’m too helpless and pampered to think about how this monster could eat me. I just see something big and strong and wish it would protect me…

Maybe it’s so surprised at how stupid I must be to not run away, maybe it pities me for how helpless and weak I look. A dumb pampered thing like me shouldn’t be out in these scary woods. Maybe it feels too bad to eat me. I should be brought home to its din where’s it safe and warm…

[lesbianoms]

And after she catches me, while I’m begging and panting and crying, she licks away my tears and coos so sweetly to me about how filling of a meal I’m gonna make… how her belly’s gonna be so swollen and heavy with me weighing it down, all hot and cramped and a wonderful new home for a delectable thing like me~

girl who tells me she likes to catch her prey. girl who watches me tremble in fear and gives me a look of faux sympathy. girl who grants me a head start. girl who chases me through the forest, calling after me, taunting me. girl who knows she can outrun me, but relishes in the chase.

[darlingmechanical]

aw, baby. you really don't know why you're here? well, we've had a nice date, you ordered everything you liked from that restaurant you've been asking to go to, and now we're outside the forest you love. come on, pup, it isn't hard to figure out.

oh, honey, no. you won't be walking anywhere. you see this collar? yeah, i know it's shiny. even has a bell. let me just put it on you. there you go, aren't you just so pretty? now, i've done so much for you. so you're gonna do a little favour for me, yeah? good.

so, when i say so, you're going to run. you heard me. you're going to run, mutt. and i am going to chase you. and when i find you- no, not 'if', when, i find you, i will pin you down and fuck you into the ground like the nasty dog you are. the bell will help me find you, doll. and the ropes are to tie you down, obviously. couldn't you think of that yourself? well, clearly not. look at you. that look in your eyes tells me you can barely think straight. now, come on, up. i'll even give you a five minute headstart.

run, pup. i'll find you soon enough.

[the-dread-quinn]

She’ll never truly understand you, never pat your head and say, “good boy” when you snarl and smile with your bloody teeth after tasting the release of an anger outburst. I’d lick your wounds, whisper sweet praises, gently clean the mud from you face with my hands and kiss you goodnight in my arms.

[lesbianoms]

Food babies don’t even realize how lucky they are…

Just melting and digesting away in a woman’s plump tummy. Letting out peaceful gurgles that can barely be heard through those soft stomach walls… being held and caressed when they’ve become a bit too big for her. Rousing up all sorts of activity inside of a belly, only to be pulled deeper inside… to an even wetter and warmer place…