Femprey sideblog for @sweetietoothed
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¡Again, minors DNI!
Since this is a sideblog, I had to reply to this via a post.
I love getting eaten and churned by the kind of preds who’ll tease me and tell me how hungry they are for me. The kind of preds who’ll tell me how delicious I was, how filling I was, how good I felt sliding down their throat..
It makes me want to be food so badly…
a-mysterious-anom-girl asked:
You sure do love being willing prey, lol... but what do you think of being someone's UNwilling prey?~
Eh, sometimes I’m in the mood for it but most of the time I’m not.
ankhen asked:
Hope you are doing alright and you are feeling well! also didn't know you had an extra blog for being prey hopefully you post more on this blog as well !
I’ll be honest, I’ve been in kind of a rut for the past week, but I’ll be fine. I hope to post more writings and drawings on both blogs though.
I’ve been in a “I want to feed myself to a hungry pred and be churned into tummy fat so I don’t have to deal with my problems anymore” mood for the past week.
Honestly, I just want to be food. To slide down a woman’s hungry gullet and let her tongue taste everything that slips past her jaws. To squeeze into her tight, yet warm stomach and listen to her talk about how good I tasted. To sit and melt into a pile of chyme sloshing inside of her while she burps and kneads her swollen belly. To rest on her soft waist and be squeezed into her too-small shirts. To spill out from under the same shirts and jiggle with every step she takes. Yeah, that sounds nice.. ☺️
Anonymous asked:
A prey giving themselves to a pred to be digested, and the pred being so sweet about it and making sure that the prey is okay and treated so well, giving them a nice massage as they get digested painlessly
ibetyousweet answered:
(ahhh this is one of my favorite tropes!)
A pred never denies a willing meal. When a prey approaches and tells the pred to eat them, the pred happily obliges.
The pred asks the prey if they’re absolutely sure about this. The prey blushes a little and tells the pred that they’ve always dreamed of being digested, so yes, they’re definitely okay with this. With that knowledge, the pred doesn’t waste anymore time.
The pred pulls the prey close and begins swallowing them down, tasting and gently nibbling at the prey as they do so. Almost as soon as the prey slips into the pred’s belly, it begins to gurgle and churn around the prey. Thankfully, the digestion process is painless for the prey.
The pred goes home will a full belly and relaxes on their couch. They hug their engorged belly and thank the prey for the meal. After hugging their belly, the pred gives their stomach a thorough massage- both to help the prey relax and to help with digestion. The prey inside is starts to soften up, and the pred’s stomach starts to round out and slosh.
The prey eventually grows woozy, and they pass out in the pred’s stomach. The pred is left to enjoy the feeling of being full and sated for the rest of the night. Slowly but steadily, the pred’s stomach shrinks, until, the next morning, it’s returned to normal- albeit with a few extra pounds now.
Tonight is a “god I wish I was sitting in a cute girl’s gut” kinda night
Being swallowed whole feels amazing. I love feeling my pred’s hungry lips stretch around and slide up my body, their soft tongue licking all over me while their strong throat tugs me down. Slowly feeling myself slipping down into their whining belly, the light behind me fading away as they shut their jaws..
When I curl up completely inside, I start wiggling and pushing to get more comfortable than I already am, surrounded by warm, soft flesh massaging into my skin. Listening to their racing heartbeat thumping around me, hands happily rubbing and patting over my body. Feeling the plush, slimy walls press tighter around me after each muffled burp, hearing them sigh in satisfaction..
The pain of being digested is brief. After my body softens, I just become silent, slowly and painlessly oozing into a lump of chyme sitting in their stomach. Listening to their belly bubble and growl all around me, nipping away at my nutrients, slipping into and stretching out their intestines. After they dispose of the parts of me their body didn’t need, all I can do is hang and sag from their warm waistline. And being a thick layer of fat on my pred’s belly feels amazing..