My Favorite Adjectives For Digestion:

My favorite adjectives for digestion:

CHURNING

Stewing

Gurgling

Groaning

Sloshing

Rumbling

Squelching

Simmering

Sizzling

Juicy

Kneading

Bubbling

Burbling

Boiling

Liquified

Melting

Fluids

Chyme

Soup

Slurry

Creamy

Acidic

Contraction

Vibrating

Strained

Feel free to add on

he sits over you while you sit on his wooden desk. he can’t stop looking at you—eyeing you with a hunger that you never thought you’d see in those green eyes of his. you both know what he’s going to do to you, yet you struggle to believe it yourself. your predator’s stomach rumbles again, filling your ears with nothing but cries for your name. a shiver creeps down your spine, and his hand wraps around your much smaller frame before you can even make an attempt to stand up. he lifts his sweater, leaning back in his seat as he forces your head to his stomach. your ear is pushing against his skin, and you’re forced to listen to every gurgle, cry, and rumble that his stomach makes. the noise is unbearable to your tiny ear, and as if his stomach is aware of your discomfort; it lets out another loud rumble. due to the fact the predator was holding you against his stomach, you could have sworn your whole world was vibrating. it was as if an earthquake had started shaking the house, but it was only you and him awaiting the inevitable. 

he was growing impatient—his grip on you tightened as he pulled you away from his growling stomach. you kept trying to fight against his hand, but he was way too strong. the more you moved, the tighter his hand became. why did it have to come to this? the predator pulls your legs into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them before letting out a satisfied moan. he was enjoying your taste a little too much, by the looks of things. his hand slowly releases from your body as he pushes more of you inside, your feet now at the back of his throat. with your torso sticking out of his lips, his tongue creeps up along your back, and he finally lets go of you as he leans back down in his chair. he lifts his head upwards, holding you in place. he was toying with you—he was letting you see what he was doing to you.  your hands push against his lips before his tongue sneaks underneath you, wrapping around your torso. the predator closes his eyes, letting out another satisfied moan as he gives a light swallow, leaving your feet to be tightly held by his throat. the man swallows again, and your head is forced past his lips, leaving you in a wet darkness. his moans and breathing are much louder from in here, but you don’t want to go any further. it’s a sad fact to say that you knew this was coming, but you didn’t want to end up in his stomach. 

another swallow pulls you all the way into his throat, and just as his esophagus begins to pull you downward, you feel as if you’re being pushed. his finger is pressing against his throat, feeling your squirming and struggling as his throat pulls you down. the predator is impatient for his meal, yet he’s too overwhelmed by how good it feels as you slide down his throat. he moans again, and your world shakes again; exactly how it felt when he held you to his stomach. it feels painfully slow as you travel down, but the lower you get, the louder his breathing and heartbeat become. you’d nearly forgotten that your predator was human after how he handled you and treated you like nothing but food. after what felt like an eternity, your descent slows, but where you’re stuffed into doesn’t feel any less constricting at all. the chamber lets out a satisfied growl as your entire small frame is stuffed inside of it, letting the man know of your entry. the predator lets out a deep breath as you feel yourself being rubbed and pushed against at all sides. he’s too full to talk, so all you’re left hearing are the satisfied noises of your predator, his stomach, his breathing, and his heartbeat. you shift to get comfortable, stretching out your body before the predator moans, pushing his hand back against his stomach, ensuring that you don’t move from your original position. your prison rumbles once again, confirming  the rule that you’re not allowed to move. 

you’re not going to get out of here. he’s going to keep you in here. the stomach holding you captive continues to groan happily, and you hear a satisfied sigh, quickly being followed by rubbing and squishing. his stomach squishes you further, ensuring that you’re unable to fight back against its will. you’re left with feeling completely numb as all you can hear are your predator’s moans, his breathing, and loud stomach gurgles. he never respected you or thought anything of you—you were nothing but food, and now he has you where you belong. 

you’re nothing but food.

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.

This post was brought to you by Foxglove who wants to eat you.

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~

Heart Pangs - The Scorpion (Part 11/?)

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Summary: “I know,” replied the scorpion. “But I cannot help it. It is my nature.” (Felix spends one last day with Benji.)

Contents (WARNING FOR MAJOR SPOILERS): hunger; some fearplay; vore - m/m, size difference, willing pred, unwilling prey, ambiguous ending

Wordcount: 2,894

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Felix waits until it’s nearly lunch to go downstairs and face his parents. It’s enough time to feel confident in his story that he was able to digest the man overnight. No way in hell is he ever going to tell his parents he let the man go. But it’s agonizing sitting in his room with an empty stomach for several more hours.

His father goes wide-eyed when he sees Felix. His mother’s mouth falls ajar.

“That’s very unusual,” his father comments as Felix makes a sandwich with shaky hands. He barely has the patience to assemble meat and cheese on top of bread. He wants to devour everything in the kitchen, but he’s supposed to have just finished the most filling meal of his life. Looking too hungry too soon will definitely rouse his parents’ suspicions.

“It’s amazing,” Felix’s mother gushes. “I always knew you’d take after your father.” Then she looks to her husband. “Don’t you think he’d do well working in the Facility with you?”

Felix nearly drops the knife he’s holding. Working at the Facility? With his father?

Felix’s father looks at him with a calculating gaze. “He’d make a star disposer, that’s for sure. And if he can learn enough control, an extractor too.”

Felix keeps his eyes down. He’s finished making his sandwich. Now all his concentration goes into taking slow, normal sized bites.

“If you enjoyed that, perhaps you can order your prey legally next time,” Felix’s mother tells him.

“I thought you had to be eighteen to do that,” Felix says between bites, trying to keep his voice as even as possible.

His mother waves a dismissive hand. “Yes, I meant we would order one for you and once we have the prey, you can consume it legally with our permission.”

Felix’s next bite goes down like a lump in his throat. “I wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m eighteen,” he manages, keeping his voice as pragmatic as possible. “It hurt a lot more than I was expecting. Besides, I don’t think I should do it again so soon after snapping down that random prey man from the street. It might look bad.”

Felix’s parents grow very still.

“Prey man on the street?” Felix’s mother repeats, her voice an octave higher.

“Yeah,” Felix says slowly. He’s playing dumb. “Who else would it be?”

Felix’s mother blinks several times. His father is stony faced.

“No— no one, of course,” Felix’s mother finally manages. “I shouldn’t make assumptions like that.”

Felix’s father leans forward. “Felix, did anyone see you consume that man?”

“No,” Felix answer comes out sounding surprisingly confident.

“And is there any way someone could trace this prey man’s disappearance back to you?”

Felix hopes his voice sounds just as confident when he replies, “No, of course not.”

His father considers him for a long moment. Finally he eases back and says, “Most likely, this won’t be a problem. At least as long as this is a one-off situation. And if anything comes to light, I’ll make sure it gets shut down quickly.”

Felix flickers a small smile. “Thank you,” he says.

That’s one thing he can check off his list of ‘things he does not want to do.’ There’s only one item left on that list and Felix already knows it’s going to be much harder to check.

Benji tries to contact Felix later that day, but he ignores his calls. He doesn’t know what to say to Benji yet. He doesn’t have an excuse to give him if he wants to hang out again. And Felix doesn’t yet know how he’s going to explain everything. It seems unreal that they had been together less than twenty-four hours ago.

It takes three days before Felix feels somewhat confident in facing Benji. He’s been sneaking extra portions when his parents aren’t watching, trying to stave off his hunger. It works a little, although not quite enough that Felix feels completely comfortable being around Benji again. But he’s been putting off answering his calls for long enough. If he waits any longer, Benji will be sure to grow suspicious.

Felix doesn’t expect to feel so relieved when he hears Benji’s voice on the line saying, “Hello?”

“Benji,” Felix breathes.

“Felix!” His voice sounds surprised. “Is everything okay? You seemed so shaken up when I left the other night and then you weren’t answering any of my calls....”

“I’m fine,” Felix insists before Benji can go on anymore. “I was just... feeling a little sick.”

There’s a brief silence on Benji’s end before he says, “Okay. Well, how are you feeling now?”

“Honestly? Not one-hundred percent, but I really need to see you again. Are you busy tomorrow?”

“I’m not, but if you’re still not feeling well, I can wait. There’s still another two weeks of summer, you know.”

“I know, I know,” Felix says, his voice rising unintentionally. He forces himself to breathe. “But I want to do this now. We can make a day of it, go to all our best spots.”

Benji is quiet and Felix thinks for a fleeting second he’s going to say no, say that Felix should stay home and rest. But the sound of Benji sighing comes over the line and he says, “Alright. I’m down. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Felix spends every moment after that prepping himself to be around Benji. He runs through what he’s going to say to him when the time comes but every time the words seem lackluster. He considers at least once every hour going back on his word to the prey man. How is he ever supposed to find out if Felix spoke to Benji or not? But Felix knows deep down that this isn’t just about keeping a promise. He needs to do this because it’s the right thing to do, the thing that will keep Benji safe.

The next day, Felix goes to pick up Benji. Felix plans to make their day together as normal as possible. He can manage that much, he’s sure. He believes that one last day of hanging out will be good for Benji, give him something positive to look back on once he learns his best friend is a monster.

But their last day together is as much for Felix’s benefit as much as Benji’s. Felix needs these moments. He wants one more chance to have Benji look at him with trust and affection. He’ll need those memories for the end of the day when Benji starts looking at him with what? Fear? Disgust? Disappointment? All of the above? Felix tries not to dwell on it.

Felix thinks by the time he’s parked in front of Benji’s house that he’s ready to face him, to spend time around him without fear. But as soon as Benji is out the front door, Felix’s heart drops to his stomach and his stomach is suddenly a yawning chasm. By the time Benji is close enough for Felix to pick up his scent, the hunger in his belly feels like a monster trying to claw its way out of him.

Felix’s mouth rises to a grin when Benji opens the car door. “Hey, Benji,” he says, his voice dripping with practiced coolness.

Benji returns the smile. “Hey, Felix. How are you feeling?” He slides into the passenger side and slams the door shut behind him.

“Never been better,” Felix responds, pulling away from the curb. His eyes are glued to the road, but the only thing he can concentrate on is the scent of Benji filling the car.

He feels Benji eyeing him doubtfully, but he doesn’t say anything more.

Felix takes Benji to as many of their favorite spots as he can fit into an afternoon. For the most part, things between them feel normal, even though Felix knows they are not. Felix is sure Benji can sense something is off. He’s sure he can sense the finality of their time together, although, to Felix’s relief, he never brings it up.

It only takes Felix a few minutes of being around Benji to wish he hadn’t planned a whole day of them together. He’s not sure if he can hold out that long. Every second of being around his friend has him fighting off nigh irresistible urges. Several times he finds himself leaning in too close to Benji, his fingers reaching out to snag him. The instinct happens without thought, like throwing your hands out when you lose balance or flinching when something flies too close to your face. Felix is continuously guarding himself, making sure to stop each reaction before it goes too far.

He buys Benji dinner. The food helps a little bit, enough that Felix thinks he can make it the rest of the evening without slipping up. It’s enough that they can enjoy the car ride back together, taking turns choosing the music and singing along to the ones they know.

They ditch the car at Felix’s and walk back to Benji’s neighborhood. There’s one more spot they need to visit, for old times sake.

The playground has grown so small to Felix. Climbing the jungle gym is nearly as challenging as stepping up a step stool. But they didn’t come here to climb, only to sit and talk. The two of them are spaced far enough apart and the breeze is blowing in just the right direction that at least Felix isn’t being constantly bombarded by the scent of Benji.

After about an hour straight of simply sitting and talking, Felix realizes this has been the only part of their time together where he hasn’t constantly been afraid of grabbing Benji. He holds onto that, trying to remember how it feels. It feels like the old days, like the times when there was no danger, no urges. Felix’s stomach flutters and not for the reason he’s used to. He’s just realized this is the last time he’ll ever have this. A decade plus friendship ended in a single night. No more adventures together, no more late night talks, no more looking forward to summer and the freedom it grants them. Felix hopes Benji doesn’t notice the several times he chokes up while they’re talking.

Felix had planned to use their time on the playground to bring up what he really wants to talk about, to finally make the break, but no moment ever seems like the right time. Before he knows it, it‘s getting late. The warm summer evening turns into a cool summer night. Benji gives a shiver before saying, “I should probably get home.”

Felix jumps down from the jungle gym at the same time Benji does. “I’ll walk you home,” he offers quickly.

Benji gives him a look that makes Felix think he knows more than he lets on, but then he smiles and nods. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

The walk back to Benji’s house is quiet. Their close proximity makes it hard for Felix to concentrate again, which is frustrating because he needs to think of what to say to Benji and fast. Everything he thinks to say sounds wrong and empty. His insides feel like they’re melting, both from the hunger and from the loss he is only minutes away from suffering.

“Well, this is it,” Benji’s voice says.

They come to a stop. They’ve walked the whole way to Benji’s house and Felix has barely had time to relish their last moments together. Felix stares down the path to the front door. Nothing has really changed about it since the first time he’d walked down it way back in kindergarten.

Felix takes a shaky breath. It’s now or never.

“Benji?” he says, turning towards him before he can lose his nerve.

“Yeah?” Benji says, spinning to face Felix. His eyes are wide and inquisitive. They’re looking at Felix so trustingly, so innocently.

Felix feels a sudden pang. He doesn’t want to lose this. He doesn’t want to lose Benji.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, Felix raises a hand to gently cup one side of Benji’s cheek. Benji feels so small, so warm in his grasp. A rush of overwhelming affection comes over Felix. His fingertips twitch tighter around Benji’s jaw. He wants to be close to him.

Benji seems disarmed by the sudden contact but doesn’t pull away.

“I need to tell you something,” Felix says, his voice hushed.

This isn’t how he’d planned to do it, but there’s something nudging him forward, telling him it’s the right thing to do, so he doesn’t stop himself.

Benji swallows. “What... what is it?”

“Benji,” Felix says, enjoying the feel of the word in his mouth. He brings his opposite hand to cup the other side of Benji’s face. Benji’s breath hitches. With a careful flex of his wrists, Felix tilts Benji’s face to look up at his own.

Felix doesn’t remember closing the distance between them, but he finds he doesn’t mind. He’s spent so long trying to keep his distance, it feels nice to be this close one last time. He wishes he could bring Benji even closer.

“We need to stop seeing each other,” Felix finally says, keeping his voice gentle. He leans down so their faces are close. “It’s for your own safety.”

Benji shivers. “What... what do you mean?” His eyes have gone incredibly wide, but still he doesn’t pull away. “Why?”

One of Felix’s thumbs stretches and presses softly into Benji’s cheek. He can’t believe how fragile his friend is, how unprotected. Is leaving him really the best decision? What if another pred claims Benji for themselves, taking him away from Felix forever? Felix can’t stand the idea. He needs to be the one for Benji just the way Benji is the one for him.

“Because,” Felix tells him, his grip unconsciously tightening, “because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Felix leans even further down. Benji doesn’t find the words to respond. Instead, a flash of fear runs through his eyes, then acceptance, then he squeezes them shut entirely. It’s the last thing Felix sees of his friend before he pulls him into his mouth.

From the first taste, Felix feels all of his insides light up. It’s the feeling he’s been looking for, the fulfillment to his hunger, the taste he’s craved. He drops his hands to Benji’s arms and pulls him in even tighter, relishing how perfectly he fits in his grasp. It barely registers that Benji is stiff and unmoving.

When Felix takes that first swallow, feels the way his throat stretches, it’s like electricity running down his spine. It’s not like with the prey man. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable or scary. It feels good and right.

It’s at this point that Benji finally starts to struggle. His hands fly up to Felix’s face and grasps like he thinks that’ll make him release him. Felix’s peels Benji’s hands away with his own and brings them back down to his sides, taking another swallow as he does so. Once he makes it past Benji’s shoulders, the arms aren’t a problem anymore.

Felix swallows again and again, zealously drawing more and more of Benji into himself. When he finally feels Benji’s head enter his stomach, he thinks he’s about to explode with euphoria. Felix’s eyes fall shut and he concentrates on just how full he’s starting to feel, how perfect Benji tastes on his tongue.

Benji has stopped struggling now. Felix is a little disappointed, the movement had helped aid his descent. He dismisses the inconvenience however. It’s not especially a deterrent. He’s strong enough to compensate.

It’s almost a letdown when Felix takes a swallow and feels Benji’s feet taken into his throat. He’d wanted this to last forever. He dwells on the moment for as long as he can, acknowledging the way he can feel the last of Benji sliding down into his stomach where he’s completely sealed away.

Felix let’s out one long sigh as bliss fills his body with warmth. His hands find his stomach and trace its new shape. Inside he feels Benji shifting into a more comfortable position, but there’s no thrashing, no panicking like with the prey man.

In fact, having Benji inside him is nothing like having the prey man. It isn’t painful, it isn’t messy. It’s good. Really good. Felix’s swallows, imagining Benji is still there. Maybe Felix has been lying to himself. Maybe he does want to be more like his father. Maybe he does want to do this more often. Maybe everything that happened with the prey man was a fluke. He can’t imagine anything going badly now that he’s finally gone through with what he’s been dreaming of for months, years even.

A wave of glee washes over him. Actually, this is more than good. This is fantastic. This is newsworthy. Felix feels a need to tell someone about this. Something in the back of his mind reminds him that he had just been talking to someone a minute ago. That there’s already someone nearby he can tell, a friend.

This is excellent, Felix thinks. Everything is perfectly in place.

He turns to talk to his friend, to tell them everything. Then he stops dead.

His fingers tighten on his stomach.

What has he done?

Dread like ice spreads through Felix’s veins.

Oh god, what has he done?

Gawd I'm just thinking of plopping down into someone's belly and them having to loosen up and untie their nice silk robe to accommodate their now huge gut... It just splayed in their lap, huge and round, with me squirming inside, their robe lazily pooling around them as they lean back onto a bed full of pillows. And I just digest away, maybe make it where they won't be able to tie that nice robe back anymore once I'm gone...