Preds Trying In Vain To Pull Their Previously Perfectly Fitted Clothes Over Their Swollen Bellies, Only

Preds trying in vain to pull their previously perfectly fitted clothes over their swollen bellies, only succeeding in drawing more attention to themselves. They silently curse themselves, wishing they'd worn something looser.

Preds trying desperately to hide prey-filled guts behind a desk, slouching slightly and hoping that the noises of their belly aren't too noticeable. They're stifling burps and hiccups as best they can, but it's not perfect, and their company is starting to catch on.

Preds full of half-digested prey trying to pass off their churning belly as the result of simple overeating, or maybe a competition. They're succeeding, too, at least until a particularly strong belch brings up an easily recognizable possession of the victim, during a conversation. Oops.

Preds subconsciously smirking, licking their lips, or putting a hand on their belly when asked where the prey is, even while telling the prey's friends "don't know, haven't seen them today."

Are you guys enjoying my current format for writing and sharing my random belly rambles, or no?

… just a little… self-indulgent drabble… while coping with everything going on lately… involves tums, obvs

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@itsawrites has been in a zzzesty-ria kind of mood, particularly one character who isn’t s.orey at all about– okayi’llstop.

I think the headcanon they had was that S/orey comes up with a VERY fun way to prove the existence of seraphim, so here he be toting around his cute friend~

I just really love extended stays in bellies ok shhhhhhh

... I... wrote a little story to go with this glorious gift OTL/////

It was a simple enough plan. At least, that’s what the seraph thought at first. Sorey, the shepherd, had come to the town they were located at and true to his generous nature, he offered to help them in their time of need.

The seraph only wished to stop the recent outbreak of rumors that were spreading through their home; that the seraphim weren’t real. They just wanted some help in proving the naysayers wrong. Anything would’ve worked for them, they were open to ideas. Anything to have their existence recognized again.

… well, at least that’s what they initially felt. Once the plan was under way, the seraph started to have second thoughts; it was definitely a great way for people to know that they were really there, no question, but… Did Sorey really have to go this far for them?

The shepherd was proudly walking through the town, smiling and waving to enthusiastic followers and starstruck citizens. It wasn’t everyday a town was blessed by the presence of the new shepherd and his team, but that wasn’t necessarily what they were entirely excited about either. In fact, most of their attention was focused on his abdomen in particular, where once was a flat, toned stomach, Sorey was now sporting a large, round belly, which wobbled and jostled with every step he took. And it wasn’t particularly quiet either, as it sloshed and gurgled noisily as he went about his day in the town.

Sorey was quite proud of the plan he had come up with to help this seraph in their time of need, and was quite thrilled by the attention they seemed to be getting as well. The shepherd would encourage people to come up to his belly and touch it to feel the seraph inside, even rub and press their ear to the surface of his taut stomach if they’d like. The seraph couldn’t deny that this method was effective, but nonetheless they couldn’t help but question it and feel rather decently embarrassed about the whole thing.

But one thing the both of them had underestimated was Sorey’s appetite. The brunette’s belly grumbled hungrily, still wanting more food. It didn’t help that Sorey would often walk past food stalls and carts, the local tavern, and the occasional bakery during his stroll, so he couldn’t help but think about the local delicacies that he could indulge in.

Luckily for him, and rather embarrassingly for the seraph in his gut, his rumbling belly was heard by several of the citizens. Soon enough, the shepherd was being offered all sorts of food to help him with his hunger, from store bought gels to home cooked meals. Sorey would end up finding himself heading back to the inn with a much heavier gut leading his way, bouncing and glorshing as he walked. Sorey patted his belly as he munched on a fresh baked good. “Mmph, well… I don’t think anyone can deny your existence in there!” He said, as if recounting how successful the past few days had been. The seraph couldn’t help but feel a mix of happy, yet flustered by this however.

Sorey chuckled, offering his apologies to the seraph within, stifling a burp with one hand while stroking the side of his big, exposed belly with the other. The seraph couldn’t be mad with him, as he was doing them such a kind favour, and they really didn’t overly mind anyway. Sorey carefully hoisted him and his large gut on to his bed, which creaked under the weight, and slowly rubbed the top of his round belly as he drifted to sleep.

@itsawrites has been in a zzzesty-ria kind of mood, particularly one character who isn’t s.orey at all about– okayi’llstop.

I think the headcanon they had was that S/orey comes up with a VERY fun way to prove the existence of seraphim, so here he be toting around his cute friend~