#thin pred

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Mr.Jiji got hungry and ate someone who got too close to the voraious criminal, oh well they look better on his gut anyways

[roylustang]

5 weeks ago I was so injured I couldn’t even run 3 miles and now not only am I fully healed I also PR’ed my half marathon time by over 5 minutes and PR’ed every single distance below that this week without even TRYING. What is going ON.

[user211201]

My favorites stories (of 2024)

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Hi all, another year is almost over.

I wanted to take a moment to revisit some of my new favorites stories posted this year as well as some old-but-gold posts posted over the last couple years!

First, I want to put into spotlight some stories but out by authors that started out this year:

Catch! (βΓΦ) by @johnbrand

The Witch's Transformation part 1 and part 2 by @keozrb

Spare Parts by @yellowjestertfs

Personal Muscle, Uniform Included by @mrrharper

Miserable Nerd by @alphajocklover

Revenge: Jock Bro Style by @czascornertfs

The Jockrooms by @jockbroski34 (technically started in December of 2023, but...)

Some other reasonable mentions from seasoned authors this year would be:

The Silent Sentinel by @axeeglitter

Reversal Agents II: Going Back, the 2024 sequel to The Reversal Agents by @misctf

Immersive Mode™ by @artificial-transmutations

Be Kind Rewind (Fan title) by @salmonskinrolltf

americanalphajockbro.mp3 by @transform4u

3TH93USA by dumb-and-jocked (thank you for all your stories!)

AL:IV Everycop by @occamstfs

Next up are my old-but-gold favorites. Some of these authors have written dozens of stories and it was hard for me to pick just one favorite to recommend, but alas I can't make the post too long!

New Surf Instructor by @amalianetwork

Pledging the Frat by @agmsye

Mermaid Sire by @fafnir19

Construction Crew Recruitment by @bluecollarmcandtf

Well on your way (Fan title) by @bodriversblog

The Long Game by @captainmalewriter

Himbo Haunted House by @cinaedefuri2 (I could not find a mirror, DM me if you need me to send a copy of the story!)

Pills and Cubes by @deviantknight25

Rogue Muscle Drone by @dougtfs

Kristian by @fullfriendnerdpurse

Veni, vidi, vici by @guytransformedforever

Chess Rivals (Fan Title) by @hyphyphurray

Midnight Snack by @inanimatetffantasies

Pool Table by @jakelandry

Sentenced to Grow by @jd07201990

End of Shift by @joshslater (Phenomenal story, cruel and dystopian but super hot)

Making Todd by @joyfullovepirate

Get Digitized by @just-a-jock (Such a cool theme to write about. Would love to see more digitization-related stories!)

Replacing His Shirt by @mrcavanaughtf

Listen Up: Swimmer by newyoutf

The Box by @omnitf (and their many other excellent stories!)

Genieus Barber by @rakurairagnarok (Fellow Dutchie 🇳🇱)

Boxered into a promotion by @rozza22365 (I must admit it was hard to pick a favorite, haha)

Doctor's Orders by @king-craftsman

Magic Hoop by @the-tfstation

Career Day by @thetfchangingroom (One of my all-time favorites)

Oliver, the handyman by @the-volunteer-host

Terminal Boredom by @transformhim

Model Job by @octuscle

I also want to highlight that there are other good sites that also host great stories, here's some I'd recommend:

Thank me later, bro (Fan Title) by @adonker811

My Roommate Gives Me Nicknames by Derek Williams (From the good old NCMC days...)

Brothers in Arms by @idesofrevolution

Fantasy Models by Lusty Stallion

Permanent Vacation by Nameless

Won't let them change me by realhankmccoy

The Pred Policeman by RotherhamMan

Tailgating by TheBurdenBorne (originally posted on DeviantArt)

Swimming Confidence by ZacharyEverlust

If at this point you are still reading this post, thank you. Not too get too sappy but I really wanted to shine on a light on just how many amazing authors there are, some of which even still actively write stories today! Surely, there are some authors I may have forgotten but I think this is a good start!

I also want to quickly say thanks to blogs like @imsrtman, @bratboy197 for liking, reblogging, and archiving posts for everyone to keep reading. In this corner small corner of the internet where stories get taken down, authors move to different platforms, and some disappear into thin air it's nice to know not all stories are lost!

Furthermore, I want to give a special thanks @mrrharper for the good company and his tremendous help with proofreading some of my stories. As well as others in the community I have chatted with or helped archive more old stories!

Lastly, I hope this post motivates you to read and heart some of these great stories or perhaps inspire you to start writing your own!

-user2112001

[valentine-cafe]

i have been SOOOO excited waiting for yall to post takara and yall didnt disappoint <3

could iiiii perhaps req smth like her chasing us down, lil bit of silly pred/prey yk! some sort of base instinct to pin you down, have his way w you, and to get their teeth digging into you if only you’d just stay still… but that’s what usually what makes the victory all the sweeter :3

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dating a kistune is fun and all until you remember how much he loves chasing you down and fucking you raw

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You had never truly caught onto it. . . How your kitsune boyfriend stared away at you with hunger in his eyes everytime you playfully ran from him.

It itched away at him. Instincts kicking away at each part of his body to chase you down and grab you, fuck you into the ground while you moan and scream out his name.

He’s dreamt about it. He dreams about it. To sink his teeth into your flesh and claw away at you when you don’t want to lay still below him- wriggling around on the ground whilst pathetically whimpering out his name over and over. Your brain dumb and only focused on the feel of his cock splitting you open.

“It’s simple rules.”

Before you stands your kitsune boyfriend, with his fox smile widening as he begins to explain the little game he has been waiting for you to participate in.

“Just think a normal game of tag. But, when I catch you. . . “ He hums, tapping at the bottom of his chin with his index to pause his speech.

You tilt your head, blinking your eyes together as you let out a small yawn, before opening them up once more to see he has disappeard from his spot.

“Takara—” He could squeal at the sound of wild confusion in your voice. Most would think you would be used to the shenanigans of your boyfriend by now, but in honesty, you don’t think you could ever could with the tricks he pulls on you every day.

One second he is gone and the next you yelp as he appears out of thin air from behind you. Head of pink, fluffy hair nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He lets out a little fox laugh.

Before the thought of giving him a little scolding even passes through your mind, your hands stand from anticipation at the words crooned in your ears: “I get to fuck you into the ground. Until we are both exhausted and messy.”

Your entire face heats up like the fires of the home of the fire elementals, while your breath hitches and instinctively, you grab onto his robes from behind. Knuckles turning white from the newfound excitement rushing through you.

                                                                 . . . fast foward !! 🍒 :

  Ragged breaths escape you as your lungs feel like their life is being squeezed out of them. Sore feet thud against the dirt covered ground of the mushroom forest that the kitsune resides in.

Places such as these you do not have to worry about being caught by other spiritfolk, they tend to stay away from the mushroom forests.

Although Takara would not care much should a lonesome traveller come stumbling by and catching the sight of him pounding you from behind on a large mushroom puffing out aphrodisiac dust.

The laughs of the kitsune echoes throughout the forest, light footsteps right behind you at all times. It is as though he is right on your footsteps, ready to grab at the fabric of your clothes and drag you backwards. Take you right then and there.

And you do indeed spot them in your peripheral vision.

Yelping, you turn your heel and try to rush to the right. But they pounce on you just before you can make a quicker run for it.

He has to admit, you last longer than he though you would. There is not much time to think on that matter either, hands too busy ripping away at your pants and underwear to get through to your drooling cunt. Slick with arousal and anticipation.

Why, he hasn’t even touched you intimately yet and your pretty cunt is fluttering like he is balls deep inside already, thrusting away at it to draw out long the delicious sounds she makes for him.

“Fuck, dariin. . . Lay — Lay still” He huffs, eyes feral like a crazed man’s. Pink tails sway from side to side violently, while the pink of their irises drowns out with the expanding pupils. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

The groans he manages to perform draws out plenty of whines and sounds from you, that has him undoing his kimono as quickly as he possibly can. Freeing the hard cock which previously struggled in the confined space of fabrics upon fabrics.

You squirm, as if trying to keep the game going for the thrill of it. However your boyfriend above doesn’t take any of it. His hand pushing you back down onto the ground whilst lining up his cock to your entrance, collecting slick and mixing it with his precum.

Who is he trying to fool. You barely need to be prepped with how wet you are — The most infurating thing is that you keep moving and squirming

“I said lay still — Stop fucking moving.”

His chest crashes into your back. Squeezing you further down against the mossy ground. While his hands hurry and lift your hips. Parting your legs like it’s his job.

Splitting your walls apart, he helps you arch your back to press you a little closer. Setting a fast and animalistic pace for you as he fucks into you. With his whines and whimpers scattering out into the forest and farther. Let the world hear how he makes moans rip out of you.

“Takara!!” You cry out, hands struggling to find a spot to grip. Hair? Tails? Back? It’s too hard to decide when your brains feel like they’re already fucked half-way out. His hips smacking against yours and sending you straight to the apex point of pleasure.

He’s always fucked you open in a way that made you lose yourself completely. But this? Gods. Poor cunt is clenching onto him for dear life.

“Just look at her. Taking me— hnhhhnghn!! takinggg me so — hah- hgnhe ha- well!” He moans out. Humping away at that one bundle of nerves that twists at your tummy and threatens a slew of cum to squirt out of you every second now.

“S-so soffaaaaaaaast— K-Kara— KaraaA! pp-pleas-s-zzzzzzzzeeee! mmmgnh! Harder!!” It’s like ecstasy. Your little please. They shoot straight to his head pulling away all of the self-restraint he may have hung onto an inch.

He can’t just not listen to you right? Oh he fucks hard, giving you it all. His cock pulsating inside of you and squirting out strings of cum each time he feels the flutter of your walls around him and then clench that comes after.

The way that one vein on his cock feels brushing up against one of the nerves forces your head to limp. Hanging from his arm, while your jaw grows slack.

Your vision white with the pleasure coursing through you, and this is only the first round. Goodness, you have no idea how you are going to keep up with him when he’s fucking you like this.

“That’s it that’s it— yes” With strained encouragement he pulls the orgasm out of you. Settling the pace for a slightly slower one. Only for him to go back the second you whine in protest.

“So good at taking it baby, so good. Like it when I fuck you right here huh?”

His nails scratch across the flesh of your thighs, leaving the smallest of tears in your skin. Oh the prettiest droplets of maroon trickle down the delicate skin. It is too much to handle, the smell is intoxicating too. . . A bite wouldn’t be so bad either right?

Pain mixes with pleasure, distracting you from the momentary feel of teeth biting down against your shoulder. Only when you hear the muffled fox-like whines tumble out of your boyfriend’s mouth do you realise he’s biting you — the sight itself has you groaning out and crying from the pleasure.

His name leaves you thousands of time in a row, they’d be millions by the time he is finished with you.

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[bighungrywolf]

"Oooooh, little guy, you were so secretive about how scrumptious you were, huh? Anyone would have thought you didn't want to be devoured BuuuuuuuuuUUUUUuuurp. Ah, but what am I saying? Any inferior man like you, who doesn't have an ounce of muscle on his body, should be honored to end up in my stomach. Uuuuh, and for how thin you were, you turned out to be a very satisfying meal. Oh, look how distended my stomach is, you are so filling that I won't have to devour another prey for a couple of days, when I have completely assimilated your whole body, making it part of my superior physique. Don't worry, you still have a while until you are totally mine, I always like to feel how my prey start trying to escape from my stomach, as if they really have a real chance to get out, so go make yourself comfortable and…" suddenly the pred saw a boy pass in front of him towards the changing room, and as if awakening his instincts, his mouth started to salivate, and he knew he had to make him his own. "Well, change of plans, little guy, you're going to have to digest, I have to start making room for the second course, which has just been presented to me on a platter. So if you don't mind…" as he finished speaking the pred began to flex his abs, which as if by magic began to compact his stomach, and soon there was nothing left of the poor foolish thing that had fallen prey to that hungry alpha. In its place, an empty stomach remained, with room to spare to welcome a second guest.

[teal-fiend]

in vore world, different technologies were developed in order to meet the needs of the people living in it:

Artificial stomach liner. A thin, slightly elastic membrane which is inserted into the stomach of a predator. It is acid proof (or other versions are digestible, if left inside for long enough).

The purpose is to protect prey from the harsh climate of the stomach, by providing a barrier between the acids and the prey.

The stomach liner has semi-firm structural ridges so that it can maintain a round shape so it doesnt stick to the prey.

The easiest way to use this device is to put the prey inside it prior to consumption. But there are other, more difficult ways to go about it

The artificial stomach lining gives prey a better chance at surviving recreational vore. Though a pred's stomach may feel confused upon enountering this.

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

The Either/And of Vore

Lately, I've been thinking about how this community grapples with the intense contradiction of vore, especially in regard to our favorite little organ: the belly. For example:

Either the belly is a deadly, hostile place, or it's a place of unlimited comfort. Two seemingly opposite sides.

And - now, this is my favorite part - the belly is inherently a deadly, hostile place and a place of unlimited comfort. @mmmleckerlecker has a great post about this phenomenon, where a pred's stomach wants to harm you, but the pred stops it. They will protect their prey; they will not let their body harm them.

I just find it amazing that we seek comfort in the razor-thin line between life and death, danger and safety. Unwilling safe vore is the pinnacle of this for me - it's fear, love, desire, instinct, and joy all wrapped in a bow. Vore can be either terrifying or kind and both, with everything in between.

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Oct 2010

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[lesbianoms]

Middle-aged woman who's had a few kids in her time, misses having a tummy but obviously isn't going to get pregnant again. SO she squares the circle by keeping you in her belly so she can look cute while in the mirror and wear her old maternity clothes~

YES!!! 😵‍💫 This is hot. My entire purpose in life is to fulfill her rapidly swelling ego… almost as swollen as I’m gonna make her belly be~

I think it’s even better if I’m a bit unwilling at first. She swallows me up while I’m begging her to let me go, while I’m pleading for my own autonomy, trying my damndest to convince her that she shouldn’t do this to me, that I have my own life I wanna live-

All casually dismissed with one final, thick, slimy gulp as I slowly descend down as a bulge on her throat, destined to live out the rest of my days as a twitching, wriggling bulge in her tight belly 🥵

The fabric stretches thin over me as she huffs and pats her stomach, posing in the mirror, admiring my new trapped form. I can whimper and yell all I like but nobody can hear me except for her. She rubs me possessively, saying how I look better this way.

She has to lie to her husband. Tells him that she’d been keeping their next child a secret from him. And eventually he’ll find out the truth, but who cares? What’s done is done. Maybe he even gets a bit jealous at night when his wife is lying in bed, soothing me, running her fingers across the outside of my home, whispering reassuring words and phrases to me…

“You’ve made mama’s belly so big, hon… you look so cute on me, just resting in there 💕 you’re so hot as a big bulge in my tummy”

Honestly the idea of a jealous husband in this scenario makes me go crazy it’s just so soooo good on so many levels ❤️

Eventually I settle down in there. Unable to escape my fate as food, as fodder for my pred lady’s appearance. I’m still alive in there but nobody ever hears from me again…. hmmm… what a wonderful ending to my story~

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

The headcannon behind this one is that an evil scumbag villan has captured the loop crew and forces them to be consumed on stage by their leader, lupin keeps a brave face cause he can control his acids for a short time, however from the belching in his throat.... it seems he maybe be running out of time to save his friends and get out of his current jam

[suzyandthefox]

Anger issues

Old badly written reader X OC drabble that I'm going to post because @opikarts insisted.

Featuring Lumen from my previous Fic but in his normal size snd not his mini size.

Soft safe M/reader g/t vore, unwilling prey and angry pred (happy ending I swear)

Tw: cigarettes and like, two swear words

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts (ask if you want to be added)

I was having a bad night, but you shouldn't have been the victim of that.

I had an argument that night, and I left the apartment to go for a late night walk, but even though the night was calm, my heart was filled with rage.

Each cigarette I burnt and the fire that it created in my lungs was no match for the fire that stirred in my heart.

I was desperate, frustrated, knowing wholeheartedly that my efforts were futile, but it's not that I knew a better way…

Hunger, hunger was eating at my insides, in many ways I was starved.

I walked into an alleyway in hopes of finding a stray animal to feed on, anything, and you, my poor little one, made the mistake of being in my sight.

 I saw you in the corner of my eye, running away, unable to catch your breaths, you must have been running for your life, from a cat perhaps? A dog? A rat?

Being a borrower must be very hard, everything wants a taste of you, especially when you live in a world like ours, where dangers surround you from every corner, like a spider waiting for it's prey.

That night, to my deepest regrets, I was one of those dangers. 

As soon as I found you I reached out to catch you, and I was no cat nor dog nor human, but a creature of the night, a creature beyond what you could imagine.

So it was a chase that lasted a second, you were already doomed as soon as I saw you.

I held your weak, flailing form for a few moments, taking your appearance before I decided what to do with you.

You were thin, frail, so unbelievably…small.

Not just in a physical way, but the way you curled and hugged yourself, I barely saw your frizzy hair as you hid your head between your hands, you truly feared what came next.

You shivered and I was unsure if it was fear or coldness, and either way I pitied you.

But I was hungry, angry, I lost control and I wished to regain it,even if you were going to be the victim of that.

The tragic truth was, no one was going to miss you if you were to disappear.

In my mind the plan was simple enough, I was going to devour you, swallow your weak,frail form whole, and keep you within me until I have calmed down, then let you go.

So I ignored your cries and your desperate begging, they weren't even audible to begin with, I took a drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke in your face in hopes that you would shut up, you only let out a weak whimper.

“I'm sorry” the words were there, at the tip of my tongue, but I was…I couldn't say them, and I couldn't find a reason either.

Instead I shoved you in my mouth, at least I made sure my teeth wouldn't touch you. 

I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't want to hurt you, you were only a victim of my anger, even in my rage I understood that you were innocent.

You fought against my teeth and tongue,but your efforts were futile, not only you were laughably weak against me, but you were already quite very tired.

You tasted like salt, dirt, rocks… but underneath the grim taste of all that I tasted a hint of sweetness, a sweetness I truly craved.

It made me consider being merciful on you.

I could easily tell, you weren't meant to be on the street, you used to be somewhere nicer… what happened? 

You stopped moving, so I swallowed you…you didn't fight against me.

I felt you…I felt the weight of your sorrows and your fear, to the point where I have almost forgotten my anger, did you truly deserve this?

Did you deserve to be held hostage by me, just because I was hungry and you happened to be snack sized?

I couldn't help but put a hand on where you are, right under my heart.

It worked, I was barely feeling any anger now, but instead I felt pain, your pain, it's almost as if I swallowed your emotions with you…

I considered giving you freedom, you did what you were meant to do, there was no reason for me to make you a prisoner of mine.

But perhaps I should apologize first…explain my intentions to you, at least so you would understand that you weren't meant to be food.

And then I remembered, even underneath the dirt your clothing weren't drags, you weren't meant to be on the street…

 You were going to die if it wasn't for me finding you … perhaps by swallowing you I saved your life.

Thoughts filled my head as I heard you whimper, I felt you curl as if you were trying to hide from me, and it wasn't pity that I felt, not anymore.

I was remorseful, regretful, I did so much harm to an innocent borrower just because they happened to be a borrower, and I happened to be hungry.

“Little one?” The words left me without thinking, you didn't say a word, but you let out a soft squeak, you must’ve been surprised that I would care about you when I just ate you alive.

Like a mouse you were, soft and skittish…and adorable.

“Are you alright? Physically?”

“...yeah…” the dying hope in your voice crushed me into a million pieces.

“I… I'm sorry…I'm so very sorry” 

I finally gathered the courage to say it.

“I was hungry, and angry, and stressed…”

“I let out my anger on you, I shouldn't have, but it made sense, even though it shouldn't have…”

 Just like I was trying to form a coherent apology for you, but even I didn't know why I did that.

My apology was interrupted by your tiny touch, I felt your hand on the wall of my stomach and I wanted to touch you back.

“You were … angry?” You asked through your tears.

“Yes,sweet little one, I was”

“Are you angry now?” You asked me.

I took a deep breath.

“No, baby, I'm not,”

“Would you like me to let you out?”

I, of course, expected the answer to be yes, but to my shock… you refused.

“You are a vampire so…it won't hurt here, right? I'm going to be alright?”

“Well yes, yes you will be safe, but_”

“Then I want to stay here.” You sounded tired, so very tired.

And so was I.

I decided to respect your wishes… Ultimately I was a safer place for you than anywhere else, but it truly pained me, I couldn't help but ask myself:

What is it that you went through, that made you prefer a monster’s stomach over…literally anywhere else? 

“Are you sure you don't_”

“No, I'm good,” you insisted with stubbornness.

“Very well, I guess I'm keeping you for the rest of the night, what's your name?”

“(Your name)”

“I wish I could have met you in better circumstances, that aren't me being angry and starving.”

“But alas, it was charming to meet you nonetheless, thank you…”

“You can call me Lumen.”

“You had a real bad day today, didn't you?” I felt your voice through my bones, as quiet as it was.

“Why don't you sleep, lil’ one? You sound pretty damn tired and so am I…”

At least you had a soft, comfortable place to sleep in, I still had to figure out where I was going to stay tonight if I wasn't going to go back home.

“But I wanted…” you yawned and i felt you move into a comfortable position, which made me at ease…

I truly hoped that you too, were at ease, and that you weren't lying to me…

“No buts, goodnight baby…I'm sorry again…” 

I listened to you and stayed in place, until I only heard soft snoring from you, it was both a great feeling that I was an undead mean of protection for you, and a painful one that I was the mean of protection.

I had decided to know everything about you when you woke up, but at that moment I let you find solidarity in sleep.

I'm sorry…and thank you.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Perhaps some Grimsley prompts with like Marshal or Nanu? I imagine his gambling can net him some good meals, until he becomes one himself.

Love the choices for who to have interact with him. Ended up just writing a couple with him as pred though!

M.arashel grits his teeth with wide eyes as he stares at the hand laid out before him. He’s been wanting to get in a good match with G.rimsley for a while, but being that he’s both much stronger and has the type advantage, there was always some excuse to weasel out of playing against a stacked deck. M.arashel had finally caved and offered to do whatever game G.rimsley suggested…

It had been poker, and as M.arashel found out, he has a terrible poker face. Of course, he’d been too proud to just accept his defeat, so he kept asking for more rounds with bigger and bigger prizes until finally…

“Well, I think it’s about time I cashed out,” G.rimsley says with a thin smile. He stands up from the table, shuffling his cards back together.

“W-Wait, hold on, give me one more game! I know I’ve got this!” M.arashel demands. In all honesty, he could easily overpower G.rimsley if he really wanted to. But his pride wouldn’t allow it—he had to beat G.rimsley at the game. If he could just get one more game in…

“As much fun as it’s been, it’s always best that the game ends eventually.” G.rimsley walks around the table and stops at M.arashel’s side. “Besides, I’m rather famished. No hard feelings, M.arashel. For every winner, that has to be a loser…”

“I…” M.arashel can’t get the words out, his teeth grit tightly and his entire body tense. It makes his muscles bulge out and his mighty stature shake. A lithe hand gently rests on his shoulder and G.rimsley leans in closer. A swipe of the man’s tongue up the side of his face makes him tense and suck in a breath. He just knows that G.rimsley is enjoying this.

“…and for every predator, there has to be a prey,” G.rimsley adds, just as his jaws yawn open wide. M.arashel can’t look away from the pitch-black gullet before him. Appropriate, he thinks, for a Dark-type specialist. Even more so when those jaws finally lunge and his world goes dark.

G.rimsley grins wide, humming in approval around the head of his meal. He begins to gulp, hands moving to help ease M.arashel’s body into his jaws. It takes some effort to get those bulky shoulders wedged in, but once he manages that much, it’s rather smooth sailing. For his part, M.arashel is completely still, doing nothing to resist his fate as each thick gulp pulls him deeper and deeper toward an early tomb.

Once he’s past those large pecs and chiseled abs, G.rimsley begins to ease himself into the chair M.arashel had once been sitting in. He tips his head back, helping the man’s muscular legs up into the air so he can allow them to begin slipping down his gullet. His usually thin stomach is stretching obscenely, showing off a tight, detailed bulge of the beefy martial artist that’s being crammed inside. It must be incredibly uncomfortable…

M.arashel’s feet kick weakly as they sink down past G.rimsley’s lips. The gambler closes his eyes with a serene expression, keeping his jaws open as the last of his meal slurps down into the darkness of his gullet. A soft, content sigh escapes him and he feels the last of his winnings settle in the pit of his stomach. It’s soon interrupted by a deep, harsh belch that roars out of him and sends a slimy glove flying up into the air. It lands on the table with a wet splat.

G.rimsley slowly rubs over the taut bulge of M.arashel’s head, grinning from ear to ear. A bit of drool rubs down his chin but he doesn’t care to wipe it. He’s too busy enjoying the sensation of his engorged, pale stomach sitting before him between his legs.

“Thank you for such an exciting game,” G.rimsley says politely, rubbing over his stomach. “You were an excellent player.”

M.arashel can’t say anything. It’s taking all of his willpower to simply not go into a full-blown panic. So he sits there in the dank, tight, dark pit of G.rimsley’s stomach. Feeling the walls squeeze and churn over him, knowing that they will easily destroy his powerful body…his willpower is the only thing stopping him from snapping. If nothing else, he wanted to go down with his dignity

G.rimsley scoops up his cards to shuffle his deck together as his stomach churns and groans wetly. He has enough respect for M.arashel not to trade him anymore at this point. His stomach will be handling everything just fine from this point on anyway.

It’s a rough and messy process. G.rimsley’s tight stomach is constrictive and unkind, giving M.arashel little relief as he’s digested. His powerful body failing against the onslaught of digestion, the detailed bulges slowly losing their definition with time as he’s being smelted down. G.rimsley politely stifles belches into his fist as he plays a dividing game of solitaire to pass the time, giving M.arashel some privacy as he’s claimed.

Eventually, the man’s stomach rounds out with a wet churn and a final shudder of his meal. G.rimsley places the last cars down and stands up. His gut wobbles and sloshes wetly and a raunchy belch escapes him suddenly. The perfect game of solitaire is disturbed by a second glove splatting in the middle of it, scattering cards around. G.rimsley sighs and gently picks the glove up to put with the other.

“Best meal I’ve had in a while,” G.rimsley comments as he starts to scoop his cards up again. His guts burble and wobble, shrinking a little more. He knows from experience he’ll be back to his thin and trim build in no time. All that powerful, well-trained muscle providing little more than a meal and nothing else. The only proof of M.arashel’s existence will be the two gloves that came up…

And they’ll look very nice in G.rimsley’s chamber with the other trophies he has from various victories. Another harsh belch escapes G.rimsley as he begins to walk away, gut sloshing back and forth as it works hard. He’ll have to talk to A.lder about finding a new member of the E.lite Four. Although…with a swipe of his tongue over his lips, G.rimsley ponders if it might just be easier to offer a similar game to the champion. He has to wonder if the master plays better than the apprentice…

—

A.lola is such a beautiful region. It was a lovely place to spend some time, as G.rimsley decided while enjoying some time off. Why can’t a Dark type specialist like himself enjoy some ‘fun in the sun’, after all. Especially when his lovely S.harpedo seems to enjoy the warm sea waters so much.

Of course, he has come for another reason. He’d heard of N.anu, a fellow Dark-type specialist, and when there were so few to begin with, G.rimsley had simply been ecstatic to come and meet him properly. Sure, it seems like the office has his hands full with that whole Team Skull business, but G.rimsley hopes he can help the man unwind a bit…

A sudden belch escapes G.rimsley and he puts a hand to his mouth. “Oh, excuse me…” he murmurs to no one in particular. He reaches down with his other hand to rub over his stomach gently, feeling it shift and burble wetly. It hangs out of his kimono, basking in the warm sunlight on the beach.

Stuck inside, probably already half digested, is A.lola’s very own Dark-type specialist--N.anu. G.rimsley and the officer already have a bit of a rapport, and is the reason the E.lite Four member had come to this region. It had been mostly friendly, of course. But poor N.anu...he just can’t seem to step out of the shadows. Always sitting in that station of his, surrounded by M.eowth. G.rimsley couldn’t let such a thing just go on!

...well, N.anu isn’t getting all that much sunlight right now. If anything, it’s much, much darker where he is. Also, he might be a little digested right now. But isn’t that just the gamble you take? If he hadn’t been so difficult to get out there, maybe G.rimsley wouldn’t have taken such extreme measures. Another belch bubbles out of him, this one sending a shoe out of his jaws and plopping into the sand. G.rimsley sighs contently, rubbing over his gut. Does it look a little smaller? Well, in due time, it won’t be so ambiguous...

“If you had simply gone with me to the beach when I asked, I’m sure you would be enjoying the warmth of the sun rather than the warmth of my--” G.rimsley’s gut bulges from a sharp kick that makes his stomach slosh thickly, and another belch roars out of him. Well, at least he got the other shoe out after all. He rubs over his gut slowly now, giving it a few pats. Definitely looks smaller. “I did tell you that you’d be going no matter what...suppose that’s a gamble you lost on, hm?” He chuckles himself as he goes back to enjoying the tropical weather and the delicious food that’s come with it.

[risen-from-stardust]

I have a feeling that maybe desert yautjas as Feral might be considered weird even among their own species. Their crests are almost non-existent, their tresses are very thin, the eyes are closer to the side of their faces and by the lack of crest they also seem to have small and smooth heads.

Honestly, is like some kind of human-yautja hybrid but more fucked up even if I understand the "different climate adaptations" reason.

Still Feral is one of my favorite preds not only because of his unique look but also because of his battle performance. Would 100% kiss that horrible creature.

[intestinalemphasis]

I love the idea of instant teleportation, because I love the idea of it going wrong.

A college student of a magical school is learning this difficult spell, practicing teleporting to very specific locations. Outside areas are fairly easy, but sometimes the magic goes a little funny when it has to work through buildings and objects.

And living things.

Another student is helping them with those difficult parts. They hand the eager spellcaster a book with edited parts around it, changing up the way the spell works so that it will be easier to get into confined locations.

"I'll go into another room, and you just try to teleport to me. You'll get through in no time!"

The spellcaster nodded, eager to see if his attempts will finally prove worth it. As their friend walks away, they miss the dark smirk on their face...

The spellcaster stands in the middle of their room, focusing their magic. They can feel their body starting to change as it's about to zip across the atmosphere towards its destination. They focus on their friend and colleague. And with a flash of light, they poof into thin air...

...And straight into the belly of their fellow student. They groan, as steaming hot walls clamp around them, squeezing into a space not meant to hold something so big.

Outside, the friend sighs and pats their engorged stomach. They can just barely make out the curled up form of their friend sitting in their belly, likely pleading to be rescued from this unfortunate mishap.

The pred chuckles at their friends demise,

"good job! You nailed that spell perfectly. Welcome to the inside, I hope you make yourself at home, you'll be here for...quite some time..."

Their belly gave an ominous gurgle, as digestion sought to begin around its new food...

[97keanu]

could i request some loser! neo x reader where's he's her stalker 😳

Premise: Neo sees you on the train and just knows he has to have you.

Tags/CW: f!reader, stalker!neo, loser!neo, dark content, obsessive!neo, innocent!reader, shy!reader, neo has never had a girlfriend, age gap, heavy on Neo's perspective since a lot of this reader has no clue what is going on, sexually frustrated!neo, p in v mentions, tiniest bit of a slow burn (for set up purposes), pred coded!neo, prey coded!reader, Neo is a C R E E P fr!, Neo watches you through your webcam, long distance mutual masturbation, Neo fakes being an interested innocent love interest, Neo steals your panties, Intro of Neo taking you on a date despite secretly stalking you.

Authors note: Part One imagine for a Part Two full fic. The fic is dark, please take content warnings at your own risk.

. ｡✩ You've just sat down after rushing to catch the train, your breath beginning to regulate, flustered and pulling your hair back from your face. You feel the heat in your cheeks despite the night air being colder lately, and lean a cheek against the cool window. You stare out into the night as it begins to drift by, stars and cityscape getting lost in the blur.

. ｡✩ This train car has less residents at the moment than usual, likely since the time of night. You don't really look to anyone in particular, instead choosing to keep to yourself, your gaze away from other passengers. You have no idea that you, however, have been noticed.

. ｡✩ Neo is sitting across from you, and from the moment you rushed inside the car, he was intrigued. You, who despite being flustered by almost missing the train, seem to float into your seat. Neo is taken back by your beauty, he sees you and feels as if he's seen an angel. Neo has to look away from you to compose himself. He begins to internally degrade himself for being so caught up in you. He knows someone like you would never talk to a loser like him. In fact, as he glances back to you, your face turned away from him towards the window, he can see his own reflection, hazy from the distance.

. ｡✩ Even in the haze, Neo can see the dark circles around his eyes, his pale skin jumping out from all the darkness surrounding him. There's just something about him that seems off. He looks almost sickly, Neo concludes. His lack of sleep is obvious. The way his face has such thin and sharp angles are also telling, but that's what happens when a man only survives off of cigarettes and black coffee.

. ｡✩ Neo knows how he looks, especially to women. He hasn't caught the eye of anyone in years, and he hates to admit that at 35 he still hasn't really had a girlfriend. As he continues down that thought rabbit hole, he glances back to you, and can't help but feel his stomach tighten at your perfectness. How simple, yet affective your soft demeanor is. He imagines that if were able to magically choose a girlfriend, he would want her to look like you. You with your youth and beauty. From the looks of it, you must be in your early 20s, and Neo almost feels ashamed of how old he has gotten. Someone like him shouldn't even be thinking of someone like you. He was certain that others would find him to be a creep if they knew the kind of thoughts he was developing for you in such a short time.

. ｡✩ Neo's hand clutches onto his pant legs as he tries to look away from you, to stop thinking about you looking over at him. He hates how badly he wants your attention right now, and if his thoughts were wishes you would glances up from the window, smile at him, and give him want he craves. He can just imagine you from there, the rest of the passengers of the car fading away from his imagination, on the two of you on this train car. You would stand up, and slyly come over, straddling him. Your dress tonight, while not immodest, is currently riding up and showing just the smallest hint of your thighs. Neo imagines that when you do straddle him, he would get to run his hands up your dress and get to caress those lovely thighs of yours. Neo feels himself zoning in on your thighs right now actually, and prays you don't catch him watching. He keeps telling himself to stop, it's not normal to think these things about a stranger, but his sleep deprived mind keep urging him on. Soon he can barely stay seated the same way, his cock struggling against his pants. He glances back up at your tender, innocent face, both disgusted with himself, and again, dreaming you would just give a glance his way.

. ｡✩ He about jumps out of his skin when the train hits a bump, the car bouncing just a bit, the lights flashing, and for a second he believes some supernatural force is trying to berate him for his thoughts. That is, until, when he glances back to you, who has also taken a small, worried look up at the lights, before you drop your gaze back down and directly meets Neo's deep, dark eyes. He watches you with his breath held, seeing how gentle and kind your eyes are for the first time fully.

. ｡✩ You hadn't been paying any mind to the rest of the world, your mind had been trailing around all the things you must do when you get home, despite being so tired from your extra long shift tonight. Usually you don't work so late, but tonight was different. You could almost feel it in the early autumn air. Something was changing, you just didn't know what. You had read your horoscope today, finding that it vaguely mentioned something about a turmoil in your love-life, though you highly doubted that applied to you, seeing you didn't have a boyfriend. It didn't give much help for the real part of your day, which was taking care of rude customers and 3 no call no shows for your shift. The real turmoil was in how badly your feet ached, and how the muscles in you face were sick of smiling on automatic all day long.

. ｡✩ That's why when you're suddenly pulled to paying attention to the real world, finding the sharp, dark eyes of a stranger, you can't help but smile softly. You almost wish you didn't do it, but there was no commanding it, it just came out like that. You hated being rude after all, and a small smile to a stranger really wasn't a big deal. Somehow though, the way the man across from you seems to light up from your attention has you wondering if that smile was a good thing or not. He wasn't an ugly man per se. He could be quite handsome in fact, if he found himself some better sleep and cleaned up a bit. You actually have to dart your eyes away in embarrassment when you realize that you are now gazing back at him just as intently as he is you.

. ｡✩ Neo can hardly believe it. It's just like he imagined it, you glancing up and smiling, so softly, so angelically. To him, it's as if you've spared him from his grief of thoughts. He also finds himself wondering, was this meant to be then? It's like a wish come true, and he isn't really sure he is ready to let that go. He sees as you look away with embarrassment from your own moment of staring, and he wants to call out to you and tell you "No, please keep looking, I want to be held by your eyes, your gaze that is so gentle, so sweet".

. ｡✩ Neo tries to build the courage for the rest of the ride to speak to you, but you don't look his way once again. He can feel the train slowing to his stop soon, and he knows he doesn't have much time to make a decision. He's practically sweating over the whole ordeal, trying to decide if he's even worthy to talk to you or not. As he's doing this, he is surprised for the second time tonight when you begin to stand, gathering your things, and ready to had off the train at the same stop as Neo.

. ｡✩ This is it. Neo has to decide. His cowardly demeanor gets the better of him, and he can't bring himself to make words form in his throat. He simply watches as you glide past him without a second thought his way, and Neo finds his legs frozen for a moment. He may not be able to speak to you now, but he can't just let you leave his life for good. He has to do something.

. ｡✩ Later he will justify this. Tell himself "It's okay, you had to, you couldn't let her just leave forever." or "Besides, it's late, a woman like her needs to be protected." and that will quiet the nudging doubt in his mind. For now, he is not thinking much at all. He almost feels animalistic, as if suddenly he's found himself hunting you, the pretty little prey in the night. He slips off the train silently, letting you go far enough ahead that you won't notice his dark form stalking behind you.

. ｡✩ As you pass yellowing streetlight after another, those tiny beacons of the dark Chicago night, you start to have a uneasely feeling, but you choose to ignore it, instead walking just a bit faster towards your apartment. You come to it eventually, slipping inside without a look behind you, locking the door just to feel a bit safer. You go into your bedroom to unwind after the day, and have no second thoughts about your slightly open window blinds.

. ｡✩ Neo will tell himself later he was doing what was good for such an innocent little lamb like you, making sure you got home safely. He will not admit that he's the wolf you should be afraid of. Instead he will please himself to what he saw through the tiny slit of your window. The golden light of your room shining through to his awaiting eyes, your perfect form slowly undressing after a long day. He can't help but wish it was him assisting you, slowly moving his fingers across your skin, slipping off any piece of fabric until you're completely naked for him.

. ｡✩ Soon enough, Neo is finding himself outside your apartment more and more. He can't help but to check in on you. Even with the show you unknowingly gave him early, he finds himself so intrigued just from watching you do the smallest of things. Whether how you tilt your head to the side every time you check the kitchen for a snack, or how you softly hum or sing around the house while cleaning, your image has him completely entranced. He can hardly keep up with his day job, instead choosing to call out often to get sleep after staying up late making sure you were still there. He worries if he sleeps you will surely disappear as if you were a dream all along. It eats at him how close he can get to you, and how far away he is from ever getting to actually interact with you.

. ｡✩ He starts to feel as if he can't get through the day without thinking of you, along with being away from you being so painful for him. He ends up buying a camera, not the type that you have to take in to develope either. He wants the instantaneous feeling that a Polaroid gives. He has to be so careful that you won't hear or see the cameras flash, but somehow that makes all of this so much more exciting for him. He keeps a photo in his wallet to get through the day.

. ｡✩ This is how Neo stayed under your radar for the first few weeks. That is until it wasn't enough for him. He began watching your every move, checking your schedule, and devising a plan to get into your apartment. He noticed your computer that first night, and he's been dreaming of hacking it since then. When he finally does enact his plan, he can hardly believe how easy it was to get in. You really should lock your doors more often, but in someway, Neo likes to imagine you wanted this, left it open for him, just like how you smiled at him on the train on that fateful day.

. ｡✩ He ends up hacking into your computer just as easily, giving himself full control of it, and even taking to your nice little webcam. He has ideas for that later, of course. He also takes this opportunity to walk through your home, picking up your little knicknacks and examining your prized possessions with the utmost interest. He's learning so much about you from what you leave around. The whole thing excites him, and he finds himself idolizing you. He wants to think of himself as a concerned boyfriend here, only one you can't know you have. For your own good, of course.

. ｡✩ He also can't forget the adorable underwear he saw you wearing the first time he saw you. He is delighted to find them in your room, and against his better judgements, he takes them, agreeing to never take something from your room again to justify it.

. ｡✩ That night Neo logs on from home, getting such a lovely pixelated view of your room. He can't believe how he's caught you either. With the perfect view of your bed, he finds you there, half naked and exposed to him, so innocent in thinking that you can get away with a private moment of ecstacy. Neo loves how you play with yourself, watching you with a burning hunger behind his eyes, wishing it was him giving you such pleasure.

. ｡✩ He imagines being there, parting your lovely legs and getting between them. He wants you to try to be modest, attempting to cover yourself or close your legs to him. He loves the idea of you being so shy about your gorgeous body. That you would never give such a beautiful body to anyone but him. He wants to lean down and kiss your lovely lips, then down to your neck where he can sink his teeth into your soft flesh and tease you. You would moan out in a way that leaves Neo breathless, gripping onto him and telling him how badly you want him.

. ｡✩ Neo thinks of this as he begins to unleash his hard cock from his jeans, his eyes glued to your form, watching your lips part with pleasure. He keeps your stolen panties close, taking them in his free hand and inhaling your scent, the idea of being able to eat you out making him so much harder. He would let you smother him with those gorgeous thighs, doing his best to keep up with your bucking hips. He can feel himself getting closer as he imagines it, taking the time to slow himself down, and watch you. He wants to cum at the same time, imagining he's the one who pushes you over the edge. He can hardly hold himself back, but he does, training himself on your form writhing on his computer screen. As soon as he sees you achieving your bliss, it's over for him, he can't help moan out your name as he finishes, almost as if he's making an oath of some sort to you.

. ｡✩ This becomes routine for him, if he's not outside your apartment he's watching you from his. He keeps your polaroid up to date in his wallet, and the old ones begin to adorn his walls. He just can't get enough of you. He knows, deep down, that you would never approve of any of this, never even talk to him again if you found out, but he can't stop himself. He's addicted to you, and he knows he can't quit you.

. ｡✩ You slowly start to notice odd things. You come home to your apartment sometimes, believing that you left one thing in a place, and finding it to be different. You can't help but feel crazy. It's the smallest things, harmless things. Your book is placed on the table differently, you can't find where you put that journal, you feel like your panty drawer is lighter, and they've yet to show up in the wash. When you tell your friends, no one bats an eye. They don't seem concerned at all, in fact one jokingly suggests maybe you have a ghost. You can't help but feel a chill, because while you don't feel like there is something paranormal happening here, ghost is the perfect word for it. You feel as if some shadowy figure has been following you as of late. It's just a feeling, one that puts the hair on your neck on end, a shiver down your spine, makes you walk home faster than normal. You can't prove any of this, of course, but you know something is off. The autumn air feels tainted every time you leave the house, you feel as if this taint is drifting with you everywhere you go.

. ｡✩ After a few months of getting to know you so intimately, reading your journals, taking note of the books you read, the movies you watch, where you work, what you do when you're all alone, how you talk in your sleep, Neo decides to do something bold. He cleans himself up, looking the best he has in a while, trying to hide his sleepy eyes behind a nice shirt and a good grooming. He approaches where you work, a cute little bookstore. The bells on the door chime as he walks in, a friendly demeanor in his stride.

. ｡✩ He comes in, and of course asks if you have your most read and worn book he found at your apartment. You have no idea about that of course, and instead see him as this handsome customer who somehow has an interest in your most beloved book. You talk to Neo with pleasure, and help him acquire the book. The whole interaction is a pleasant part of your day, whereas for Neo, his heart is racing the whole time. He feels as if he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, stalking his prey with such subtly and ease that he can hardly believe that it worked. He was sure you would see through his disguise, or recognize him from the train all those months ago. But you don't. Instead, when you ride home that night, you do think of him. You are somewhat crushing on this tall dark stranger, but you also can't shake an odd feeling when you think of him. You think it must be his eyes, for he seems so hungry and tired when he looked at you.

. ｡✩ Neo becomes a regular at the bookstore, showing up every week at least, and asking about books from you until you two are on a first name basis. Most of the books he asks for, you have always surprisingly read. But that's not unusual, you tell yourself, you're well read, it makes sense that you've heard of them. You still can't shake that strange feeling when you see Neo, but despite that, your crush for him grows. You begin blushing when he jokes with you about this or that, and you listen so intently about his opinion on the books you recommend him. You begin to care about what you wear to work, and wonder if he will come in. The leaves outside begin to turn orange by the time you start admitting to yourself the power those dark eyes hold on you.

. ｡✩ Then came the roses. You work for a local bookstore, and it's not unusual for other coworkers to receive this or that from their boyfriends or husbands. You're surprised when your name is placed on the note, along with a poem you know and love. You have such a heat in your cheeks from the beautiful and expensive looking bouquet that you have to go in the back to giggle to yourself. You think you know who sent them, but when Neo arrives for another book later in the week, he doesn't seem to let anything up to show it's him. He doesn't seem to deny it either when you mention them, and somehow his aloofness and mystery wraps you deeper around his finger. Neo knows this, and can barely conceal his teeth behind his smile. He can't let his little lamb know how exactly he has tricked her into such a romance.

. ｡✩ What really surprises Neo later though is how when he catches you playing with yourself once again, it's his name you're whispering out to your dark bedroom. He can barely contain himself. If he went with his hunter instinct he would go over to your place in that instant and fuck you senseless. He has to do everything in his power not to. He sleeps well knowing he's succeeded in enrapturing you.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ To be continued in a similar request with full paragraph fic ʚ♥︎ɞ

[teal-fiend]

prey delivery service

summary: a pred being rude because his prey delivery was late to arrive

The clock ticked past midnight, and the predator’s patience ran thin. He reclined on his leather couch, fingers drumming irritably on the armrest as he glared at his phone screen, waiting for the delivery that was already half an hour late.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, sending another angry text to his personal assistant. She’d promised everything would be in order, that the ‘food’ would be there in five minutes. But here he was, stomach growling, craving the feel of something fresh (very fresh) and warm inside him.

Just as he was about to let out a growl of frustration, the door finally opened, and in walked a pair of delivery men, flanking a nervous young man. 

The predator’s gaze swept over him, sizing him up with narrowed eyes, hunger-tainted. He was perfect, plump, and there was something deliciously soft about him. This would do nicely. 

“Finally,” The predator sighed, sounding as if he’d just endured the worst day of his life. “You know, if you’re going to offer this kind of service, you could at least be on time.”

The young man gulped, wide-eyed as the delivery men guided him further into the room, like guiding cattle towards the slaughterhouse. The assistant rushed in a few seconds behind them, and began to apologise, explaining there had been a delay with traffic, but the predator waved her off.

“Just get him over here,” he snapped, gesturing to the trembling young man. “I’m not sitting around listening to excuses. You know how my stomach gets if I’m not fed on time.”

Oddly on cue, his stomach intruded with a thick, angry growl. A few people jumped at that sound. The predator grimaced, and put a hand over it. 

The delivery men guided the young man closer, positioning him within reach, but the predator didn’t move, he merely glared up at them. “Well?” he barked, arms crossed. “I’m waiting.”

The delivery men exchanged a hesitant glance, and one of them leaned down to coax the prey forward - it was supposed to offer itself up to the predator - but the prey wasn’t having it. 

“Uhm, what’s going on?” The prey stutters. The predator’s gaze whips over to his assistant, who shrugs. He looks towards the delivery men, who have a similarly vacant expression.

The predator tutted, rolling his eyes at the awkward situation. 

“Honestly, you’re telling me he didn’t know what he was signed up for? This is ridiculous.”

Finally, the young man met the predator’s gaze, swallowing hard, fear etched across his face. The predator’s expression softened just enough to appear less intimidating, though impatience still simmered under his skin. 

“You were sent here as my meal. I am going to eat you.”

“W-what?!”

Before wasting any more time, he reached up, pulling the man closer, and gave a smug, satisfied hum as he opened his mouth and began to devour.

Each swallow was deliberate, the predator taking his time to savour every inch, pausing to breathe and let his stomach expand as it grew tauter. His belly began to bulge like it had many times during its career. It strained against his shirt buttons, which were stretched to their limit by the time he finished. He licked his lips, content as he gave his belly a proprietary pat.

But then, a twinge of discomfort pinched him as he adjusted in his seat, and he scowled at his assistant. “Unbutton me,” he snapped, exasperated. She stepped forward, carefully but quickly undoing the buttons over his prey-filled stomach until he could breathe easier. The relief was palpable, but he gave her a disdainful look as if it were her fault for not foreseeing that slight discomfort.

“Finally,” he said loudly, reclining back and giving his belly a smug rub. “You know, this would’ve been much easier if he’d been here on time. Now my stomach’s all worked up, thanks to you lot.” He shot the assistant a cold glare.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, keeping her tone even as she packed up and prepared to leave.

The predator huffed and closed his eyes, settling back with a groan. “Well, see that it doesn’t happen again. I don’t care what it takes; I expect my meal on time.”

As the last of the staff shuffled out, he relaxed fully, sinking into the chair, his fingers idly squeezing at his gut. The deep, tight fullness soothed him, and slowly, he drifted into sleep, Grumbling incoherently about tardiness and incompetence. 

His sleepy brain was still fired up as he lay, edging towards sleep - How hard was it to keep a predator of his stature properly fed, relaxed, and—ideally—never left waiting?

And that prey… Well, he tasted fine, but the prep was completely unacceptable.

The predator planned on telling his assistant to make sure his prey has been well-prepared next time—no shivering or backing away. The predator did not want to deal with nerves while he was trying to enjoy a meal. 

After all, someone of his calibre deserved nothing less than absolute perfection, a full belly and none of the waiting. The predator fell asleep Entirely satisfied with himself.