Feedism Is Hilarious Because It Sounds So Wildly Wholesome In Some Regards. Like Oh You Like Making Sure

"There ya go.. Just a little more..." He tilts the legs back, lifting them so it's easier for the Pred to swallow. There's not much left outside, just leg below the knees.

Another strained swallow, followed by a whiney groan. He's getting somewhat impatient with the Pred, tempted to try pushing the Prey down, but he reminds himself this is the Pred's first time doing this... and he wanted it to be enjoyable.

Gently, he strokes down the Pred's neck, massaging into it to encourage another swallow.

"You're doing so well~ I bet you're so full already..."

The Pred manages another swallow, pulling the legs in up to the ankles. He decides now is fine to let go of the Prey, there's no way they're struggling can interfere now. Running his hand over the Pred's rounded stomach, he presses down on it, attempting to create room for the meal. They've been at this for some time now- nearly an hour? The Pred's really struggling...

Another swallow brings the feet into the Pred's mouth, followed by a quick gulp that finally- finally- sends the last of the Prey sliding down towards their gut. The Pred pants heavily, huffing and moaning with difficulty as their stomach expands far beyond its full capacity.

"Ohh,... iit's too much.." The Pred whines.

"That's a good Pred.... You'll be just fine..." He reassures, rubbing thorough circles into the trapped Prey.

They'll see- being a Pred is great! They just need to get used to it...

Pred stuffing themselves with many many willing tinies. All gently worked into prey sludge.

A full pred free of guilt and a bunch of little friends enjoying melting toghether into a nutritious soup

Come morning they're all asleep on the preds stomach, listening to themselves digest. Bubbley sounds of the strange way they show love and affection.

The preds belly is still warm and loud, and truth be told some of their prey friends could go for a second round.

Part 2 of the stuffing challenge

Things are starting to get a bit tight

Marcus returning to (mostly) human form after gorging himself on some poor soul. His stomach acid is extremely strong so while his skin/body can stretch to accomodate prey it doesnt have to for long before this is all thats left of them.

The first time I brought him a meal, it was an accident. I didnt know what he was, I didnt know what would happen.

He had no name that I could speak, no true shape that he would show me, but he had hunger.

I brought him more. People who wouldn't be missed. People who might have deserved it. People I barely thought about once they were gone.

I watched him take them, jaws parting to accommodate them whole. The silence after was always the most satisfying part. Quiet. The confirmation that the world had swallowed them up, and no one would ever know where they'd gone.

Except me

Then, after, I took care of him. I brought cool water. I pressed my hands to the swell of his stomach when he was too full to move. He shifted and groaned, his voice like claws scraping against old stone. This was my ritual.

I should have died in that explosion—in the bloom of heat when the car burst into flames. But I walked out of it, my skin untouched, my clothes barely singed. The air smelled of ash and burned meat-- none of it was mine.

I told myself I was lucky. That it was chance. And the confusing nature of the event, it must have been survivors guilt.

But then the shadows started following me. And I knew things I shouldn't.

I told him about it the next time I brought an offering.

He was sated, draped in the darkness, in the basement, same as when Id first found him.

The grisly echoes of his last meal settling in the deep of his belly. I pressed my hand against it, felt the heat of his digestion like a furnace beneath his skin.

and said, "Something's wrong with me."

I told him everything that had happened. He listened, uninterrupting until I had told him everything.

He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. "Ah."

"Ah? That's all you have to say?" I demanded. "I walked out of a burning car. I see things. I hear things. And I know it's connected to you."

"it is."

There was an apology in his voice. He adjusted himself, his stomach gurgling over its latest burden.

"You've been offering me sacrifices for months. You're bound to me now. These are... side effects."

I stared at him. "Side effects."

He stretched, his form shifting, a rippling shadow in the dark. "Devotion has power. And you've been quite devoted, haven't you?"

That horrified me. I didnt want to be his devotee. "I just like watching you eat."

"That," he said, "is close enough."

Had he tricked me?

"So, what, I'm your priest now?"

"If you want to be." He tilted his head, regarding me not in the way a human or animal would. "Or you can just keep bringing me meals. Either way, the benefits remain."

I let my hands press into him, kneading the firm swell of his gut, feeling the way his stomach gurgled beneath the pressure.

A god’s belly, full with an offering I had given.

"You're very proud of your work," he said, amused.

Again, I smoothed a hand over his belly flesh. Like being allowed to run your fingers through a lion’s mane

A strong rolling gurgle answered my touch, a sound deep, growling, proof of the work being done inside.

His belly was stretched tight, but not quite like mortal flesh. It shifted strangely under my hands, half-solid, half-shadow, as though his body couldn't quite decide if it needed to follow the rules of the world it inhabited.

The weight of him was immense, his form languid with satisfaction. I pressed deeper, kneading slow circles against his full belly, feeling the dense pressure of his meal, the warmth of it rolling back at me. He groaned, long and low, and his stomach clenched beneath my hand.

“Hhhroourrp—” The belch tore from his throat, vibrating through his chest and against my palms.

I petted his stomach, gentle, praising. No part of me wanted to stop doing this.

Tfw the character you main in a fighting game has a v.ore animation and now you have to play it so cool in front of the people you're playing with

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

hmmmm he can take some more..

part one || part two (you are here) || part three (soon)

part four?

sorry that i ate all of your rations and rubbed my cartoonishly distended belly and burped really loudly that was my bad

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