Accidental Digestion

Accidental digestion

Something underappreciated in my opinion is accidental digestion. Either angst with friends digesting friends or simply a pred complaining about all the weight theyre going to gain and they meant to spit the prey out, really, they totally did.

Oh, to be flung against your will and have big teeth grab you from your shirt like you are a baby lion only to toss you in the air and clamp said teeth around you like a cage before being squished down a throat.

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A recent doodle of Mr. Trash Panda in action

Preds in the late stages of digestion, where they've still got a soft but noticeable belly. Whoever was in there is long gone, but the pred's belly is still working on digesting them, and they're still super sleepy. Their belly is super active, gurgling and churning loudly, but the pred has never felt more relaxed. They lazily run their hands over their belly, more to keep themselves awake than to relieve any kind of pressure.

Appears once in a full moon to post some werewolf vore before Halloween ends 👀. Without further ado, here’s some of my favorite things that can apply to safe vore werewolves! (Or any transforming creature you like 👌)

- The initial fear and feelings of betrayal from the prey. They just watched their friend turn into this beast without warning- Now they’re scared but want to help. Except…. jeez, they’re drooling at the sight of them. They’re looking at them a bit too intensely. They’re walking towards them too confidently. They’re pinned against the wall/ground too easily by them-

- The first long lick as the pred has their first taste. They always knew their friend was delicious, and in this form instinct takes over. The prey yells, or freezes, maybe even blushes, but their heart is certainly racing and they have a very bad feeling about it.

- The shock of realizing they won’t be torn up into little bits as their head is forced into the pred’s mouth. Saliva soaks them and powerful throat muscles pull them down easily. Whether they struggle or not, way too soon the prey’s shoulders are gently nibbles on as the pred takes loud happy gulps.

- The pred’s tail wagging as all of this is happening.

- The prey eventually giving up. They never thought they’d go out like this. Might… might as well enjoy it. They go limp as the soft muscles massage them. It….. wow, it really does feel nice.

- The long satisfied sigh as the pred finishes. They rest a paw on their belly and rub it as they collapse in a happy, over-full pile.

- The prey tentatively getting comfortable in their new stomach environment. They’re still scared this is the end, but at least it’s warm and soft.

- Falling asleep to the still fast beating heartbeat of the pred.

- The pred waking up in the morning, transformed back into their normal form and with a HUGE stomach. Cue sadness and panic until they feel movement from inside. * Digestion/reformation alt later.

- The apologies after, seeing as the pred is horrified this happened.

- The prey admitting they…. actually kinda liked it. Now cue the pred getting unreasonably flustered.

- The next full moon, things are done much more willingly~

-* Alternatively, the pred is horrified to wake up to a medium sized, squishy stomach. What did they eat- where’s their friend- oh dear god. Only to find the prey safe and sound, shaken but excited to discover they can reform. (How is up to you.) The rest plays out the same.

To be gobbled up so urgently that you’re helpless to the pred’s movements… They’re shoving you into their mouth, swallowing strongly, tossing their head back to get you into their gullet as fast as they can to the point that your limbs are flopping about uselessly. You can’t even kick or scream because of the rapid, jerking, slurping gulps that drag you deep before you even know it. You fall into their gurgling gut with a sudden jolt, the trip having dazed you for a moment. To be needed so badly by a pred… Must be nice~