Quite Frankly Spooky

[Quite Frankly Spooky]

Anonymous asked:

How would you tease your prey?

There’s all kinds of ways. Squishing and smothering them, licking them all over to savor their flavor, telling them how they’re going to be part of my fat belly. One way I’ve been liking recently, though, is the idea of a sort of long chase. Every time I capture my prey, I play with and tease them and swallow them a little bit more, before letting them go and letting the chase resumes. First time, I swallow them to their ankles… second time they get caught, to their knees… third time they get caught, to their waist… and every chase, they get more and more exhausted, and yet more and more frightened, especially when they know that the next time I catch them, they’ll be going down my gullet completely. I’d love to do something like that.

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Anonymous asked:

Could you describe the digestion process you go through once you're done teasing your prey?

It pretty much renders me useless for days at least! Carrying around an entire person is absolutely exhausting, especially when they’re actively squirming and struggling, so I’m only really able to waddle around if I’m bracing myself against a wall, and even then only for a few minutes. I usually spend all my time in my apartment, teasing and playing with my gurgling belly in bed or in the bathtub, sloshing it around in the mirror or taking pictures of it, squishing it against walls or my mattress, really working them down. Prey usually stops moving after anywhere from 2-5 days, and it’s a week before I can walk without assistance. After two weeks I can walk easily and by three I’m basically back to normal, albeit fatter. I love how sloshy and squishy my tummy gets at this stage. By a month they’re completely processed.

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Imagine dating a predator. Looking at that belly knowing entire people were processed in that unbelievably powerful body. Taking big handfuls of their fat knowing lives have been dedicated to making it bigger, softer. Teasing them about tasty people in public and watching as they get hungrier, blushier, needier. Resting your head on their belly all night long as they gurgle their latest meal. Wondering, deep down, whether you might one day take the plunge and add to that very figure you so adore.

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The break room at the clinic was at peace… until the silence was cut through by the booming of heavy footsteps rushing into the room, as a massive nurse slammed the door shut behind her! As soon as she had privacy, she let out a booming, brassy burrrrrruuaaaaarrppp of a belch, a dopey expression of relief on her face as she finally released all the gas her recent, massive meal had displaced. All the buttons on her uniform had popped off, revealing a massive, fat belly that looked pregnant with nonuplets at least or a foal at most, and moved with much the same vigor. She cringed and shuddered, feeling hands pushing out against the taut, sensitive skin of her stomach, or clawing against her esophageal sphincter as her meal desperately tried to wriggle its way back up the way it came in, forcing her to suppress her gag reflex. Delicious and filling as they were, the early stages of digestion were never fun for her, especially when her prey kicked her in the ribs. Then again, it can’t be too fun for them either…

“Ooooh, I knew I shouldn’t have skipped lunch. Uuurgghh… this appetite of mine is going to get me fired one day… or worse!” If her gluttony does become too much to control, she tends to prefer eating the patients who weren’t going to be walking out of here anyway. But this poor soul only had a sprained ankle, and had no idea visiting the clinic would actually decrease their odds of seeing the next week! Though she wouldn’t be surprised if they were still mostly around a week from now, given how long it takes her to digest. She supposed she should feel remorseful… but at present, she more just felt sorry for herself! “Come on… just relax and stop — uugh — wriggling… I have to see another patient in fifteen minutes, okay? You’re not getting out of there no matter what, so just — urrrrp — be a dear and just digest for me, okay?” Of course, her words did little to soothe her unlucky prey. It was all the poor, gluttonous nurse could do to plop her fat body upon the couch, letting out the occasional belch as she pressed her fingers deeply into her taut, sensitive belly like a cat kneading a carpet, hoping this terrible belly ache would just go away already…

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As far disconnected as humanity is from the rat race we call the food chain, there’s still some primordial part of us left behind, a holdover from the days when we had to constantly check over our shoulder for lurking predators. It’s that uncomfortable feeling you get when you think you’re being watched, that shudder that goes up your spine at the thought of something lurking in the shadows, seeing you only as its next meal.

Perhaps it’s the same instinct that causes your heart to sink in your chest whenever I’m around. When my belly, never sated, growls hungry as I lean up against your side, and my maw rolls open as I innocently yawn, my deep, dark, tight throat looming open as if beckoning you into its sweltering confines. It’s the unease of being around a predator; of knowing you’re not being seen as a person, but as a potential meal. That, just like your ancestors, you’ve stepped a few rungs down the great food chain. And the equal thrill and horror of the idea I could snatch you up at any moment, steal you away from the sunlight, and imprison you in a dark, sauna-like, bubbling gastric little chamber for the rest of your life. Every moment around me is a gamble, always betting on the possibility I won’t feel hungry enough to gobble you up on a whim. Are you feeling lucky? Then go ahead and snuggle up. I don’t bite…

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You know you were supposed to feel safer than ever, with that recently established guild of “superheroes” supposedly keeping an eye on the city… but honestly, you weren’t feeling any better than you normally did walking through the darkened alleyways. Especially since the heroes tend to be so distant, soaring high in the sky… while the man behind you seemed so close. As you walk faster, so does he, his darkened silhouette growing ever nearer as your mind races, wondering what he wants, hoping it’s all just a coincidence and you’re merely walking down the same alleyway by complete coincidence…

“Hey!” At the sound of his booming voice echoing through the alleyway, you froze like a deer in headlights. As he stomped up to you, you could see the glint of the street lights on the blade of his knife. “You! Break yourself!” You started at him, doe-eyed and unmoving - transfixed at first by the mugger himself, and then, by the silhouette of something from far up above landing amid the garbage piles behind him, unnoticed. “You heard me. Empty those pockets! Let’s make this real easy, huh?” As he advanced, you backed away, frightened not by him, but by the even larger silhouetted figure sneaking up behind him! “Are you dead!? Don’t make me cut y- mph!” Suddenly, two hands popped out of the darkness from behind him, grasping him close!

The knife clatters against the ground as you watch in confusion and horror, muffled screams filling the alley as the silhouette envelops him. It’s hard to even tell what’s happening, the view only barely illuminated by the distant street lights. What little you can discern, your mind refuses to believe. In the silhouettes of their shadows, you see the figure lifting the man off the ground, thrusting him - dare you even think it - between their lips? His screams grew ever more muffled, until they were at last drowned out by messy slurps and powerful gulps, accompanied by an orchestra of gastric moans and bubbling gurgles. His legs are hoisted up into the air, kicking violently as they’re pulled ever deeper with sickening swallows, until gradually disappearing as the two shadows become one. The swift, nature-defying process was capped off by the sounds of lips smacking contentedly, and a deafening, echoing belch.

Out from the darkness, a young woman stepped alone, the man nowhere to be seen except, perhaps, if you count the hand, feet and face prints clearly bulging out her stretched-taut belly even through her outfit. Said bulges were hidden somewhat by the layers of fat that settled on her pudgy figured - apparently, this was far from her first meal of this sort. She was dressed in a purple cape, eye mask, and spandex leotard with a logo of an open mouth over her belly. “Have no fear, citizen! You’ve been rescued from that dastardly ne’er-do-well by… the Glorious Greedyguts!” She spoke in a stereotypical superhero voice, hands proudly on her hips. When you stood there in stunned silence, though, she got a little nervous. “I understand that my methods may be, umm… unconventional! B-but… we don’t get to choose our powers, you know… the point is that I saved you, right?” The silence continued, and she grew more nervous still, perhaps even desperate. “Look, I’m new to this whole heroing thing, and I’m trying my best over here, okay? Please don’t freak out! I - ugh!”

She was interrupted by a painful kick in the ribs from the mugger imprisoned in her big fat stomach, enough to bring her to her knees. You acted on impulse, kneeling down to help her… and shuddering when you pressed those hands into the deep squishiness of her gut. Like it or not… watching her devour him like that had actually been entrancing! Soon, you were kneading and massaging her belly in earnest, feeling her belly prisoner move as he was sloshed around in that caustic stomach as it began digesting him. She sighed in bliss, leaning back and letting out a few more burps. “Thank you… this guy’s a real fighter… ooooh, that’s nice…” Eventually, the man had been more or less subdued by her powerful stomach, yet you still played with it, molding her fat like dough in your hands. “Listen, I know how weird and gross my power is. I wish I could’ve gotten something different… I guess you probably hate me now, though, just like everybody else does after they see I’m basically a cannibal.” It hurt you to see her so down about herself. So… you simply told her the truth. Her eyes widened, and her cheeked reddened. “W-what? You… you actually like my power…!? Truly?”

She seemed relieved and flattered, smiling warmly as you help her lift her heavy body to her feet. She now flaunts her belly proudly, swaying it back and forth and letting it slosh gently before your hypnotized gaze. You can’t help but to ask if she’d want to have dinner at your favorite restaurant sometime. “Oooh! Of course! I love that place! But, uh… careful not to run into any more muggers on the way there. Although, I certainly wouldn’t mind making use of my power for you again, if you really like it so much…” She giggled. You can’t take your eyes off her belly as you exchange numbers, imagining stuffing it with a buffets worth of food - or even villains! “Well, great! It’s so nice to meet someone who appreciates what I’m doing out here! I’ll be seeing you around for sure, sweetheart.”

And with that, the gluttonous hero flew off once more into the night sky, her belly sloshing about as she soared over the city.

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You tug at your collar, direly nervous about appearing before the local countess. Most of the room before you was just as you expected; regal arch windows with red satin curtains over gold trimmings, letting the sunlight shine against the glittering marble tiles adorning the floor. The countess herself, however, was nothing like you remembered her. What could she possibly have been eating, to have grown so large in such a short time? Her own white gown seemed to be stretched to its limit trying to contain her plump figure, the fabric straining and tearing at the sides as it endures having to lug around that massive weight of her round belly, so taut it molded to every little feature, all the way down to those stretch marks and that deep, dark navel. You shudder as her eyes settle on you. You expected her to be the pinnacle of prim and proper… but instead, she lets out a stunningly uncouth and shameless belch, rattling your ears and echoing throughout the massive chamber. “Oh, my apologies. My last visitor was dreadfully impolite, I’m afraid,” the countess huffs, laying one hand on her massive gut as if to quell some raging beast - fair enough, given the way it growled and roared like a lion. What she meant by her words, you couldn’t know… though, if you didn’t know any better, you could almost swear you saw the slightest hints of movement in that taut belly. Were you seeing things? “Now, what troubles you? State your case, but don’t take too long. I have a rather troublesome subject here that I need to relax and… process.”

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One of the best parts of vore is when the prey manages to slowly, arduously wriggle most of the way back up my throat… only to just get lazily swallowed allll the way back down again. 🖤

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You’ve done everything you could to prepare the perfect anniversary present, befitting the perfect girlfriend. A shy, bookish girl with freckles on her cheeks and brown hair to her shoulders. You made sure that nobody would trace where she disappeared to; you displayed her finely on a dining tray, covered in savory sauces atop a bed of lettuce; and now, all that was left of her was a pair of wriggly feet in your girlfriend’s drooling mouth, until, with another swallow, those, too, vanished into that black abyss of a throat.

It was such a rare treat that dhecwas able to indulge like this! Assured you’d covered every aspect of her meal’s disappearance, your beloved felt comfortable taking those last few gulps, the last bit of the girl bulging out her stretchy neck for one final moment before her imprint disappeared into her soft body completely. Wriggle as she might, all of her was pressed, slowly but surely, though her tightened esophageal sphincter, down into that waiting stomach. Her stomach was designed to process food, not to be comfortable; and so, her meal found herself treated like any other bit of food, compacted into that tightened, sweltering sauna of a gut, curled up into a tight ball halfway submerged in a bubbling, hot cauldron of digestive enzymes. It was like a private jacuzzi in there, at over a hundred degrees fahrenheit or so, packed away deep beneath the layers of pudge adorning your girlfriend’s tummy, joined only by the half-digested bits of food that contributed to the gastric miasma proliferating what little air her prey could get.

Naturally, she struggled quite obstinately against such disgusting, inhospitable confines - but her rebelliousness only left your girlfriend moaning in bliss, and gave you quite the show, watching that massive belly slosh and bulge and shift with the clear contours of the girl imprisoned within. It sent chills up your spine just to feel over the smooth, taut skin of that gut, and feel movement just beneath your fingers. Her gut was roaring to life, each organ like a musician in some grand orchestra, with wet gurgles, churns and sloshes for instruments, playing some grand symphony to signal yet another entire person being added to your girlfriend’s growing figure. No wonder she’s tripled in size since she met you. It was no wonder you soon lost yourself in that tummy, hugging it close, pressing yourself against that smooth, tumultuously bulging dome of a gut, groping and massaging it as if in pure adoration for every inch, sending kisses up and down its circumference and licks over her navel, massaging your thumbs into key pressure points and eliciting further moans from your lover’s lips. For the rest of the night, you would be in eachother’s embrace, her little belly prisoner an unwitting participant in your courtship. At times, you would be on top, lavishing your lover’s body with kiss and massages and all the affection you could muster, helping it process its latest meal to further augment her perfect figure - and at other times, she would be upon you, crushing and smothering you beneath her taut belly, her chubby rump or her pillowy breasts, enveloping you in her soft body almost as much as she had done her prey; for you felt no particular need for ‘air’ as long as it was supplanted by your lover’s touch. Her prey would take days to stop squirming, and weeks still for her meat to be processed completely, meaning the two of you had many days to enjoy her company and watch how many pounds she ends up adding to your girlfriend’s figure.

It was the perfect anniversary present, indeed.

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Two days.

It’s been two days since you fell asleep at that house party - biggest mistake of your life - and woke up in… here. Of course, to you, it feels like it’s been a LOT longer than two days… but then again, it’s not like you have many ways of telling time, where you’re at. You are surrounded by a darkness so thick that there’s no difference between your eyes being closed or open - not like you ever dared open them, for fear of the sting of those biting liquids that were constantly being excreted from the fleshy, wrinkly walls and kneaded into your skin, systematically working away at you. It’s a struggle to get any air, and the air you can get is thick with an acrid, gastric odor. Oh, how nicely you squirmed when you first woke up in there! But, of course, hypoxic and swaddled, you’ve since fallen into a bit of a stupor, fading in and out of consciousness, only being able to wriggle for a few minutes at a time before taking hours to rest.

You were in denial, at first; even as you heard the cacophonous gurgles and churns and sloshes of my stomach, and heard my muffled voice teasing you from just beyond your prison beneath my thick layers of belly pudge, your mind refused to accept the fact that you’d been SWALLOWED, whole and alive. But by now, there was no denying it; my acids had already melted your clothes right off your body, and were now working on your epidermal layer while I lounge in the warm bathtub, groping and massaging my gut so lovingly while teasing you about how nicely you’ll add to my ass and tits. You must be grateful, after all, for you give me a few of those blissful struggles in return… and after all, I’ve taken such good care of you! Feeding you snacks and water and gulping down tons of air to keep my little meal kicking for as long as possible, always teasing and playing with you at every opportunity. I planned the whole thing out, timing your consumption so that I’ll have the whole of spring break to spend relaxing at home, happily gurgling you up in privacy, far from any prying eyes that might do something silly like ‘call the police’. By the time I head back to campus, you sadly won’t be alive anymore, though your meat will take a month total to digest; most of you adding to my big, plump figure, and the rest getting flushed down the toilet.

But that all comes later. For now, we have plenty of time to enjoy eachother’s company, my lovely meal…