Just Overnight Prey Things

Just Overnight Prey Things

A prey deciding to spend the night with their pred friend/partner and, naturally, the comfiest place to sleep is inside their belly. 

The pred’s pajamas getting stretched out by their bloated stomach, but since the fabric’s made to stretch it’s just tighter, and thus more comfy, around both of them. 

The prey always requires some kind of ambient/white noise to fall asleep, and what do you know the pred’s heartbeat and noises of the stomach provide the perfect background. 

Turning the lights out and the pred ducking under a thick layer of covers, curling in a tight little ball as though to experience the same sensation as the person inside them. 

The prey’s now under 3 or 4 solid layers of flesh, pajama and blankets. The heat burning around them lulls them off to a nice, long sleep as though under a heated blanket. 

Late night tummy growls! 

See also; those growls waking up the prey who, out of annoyance, kicks, squirms and ends up making the pred roll over onto them, exacerbating the problem. 

The pred waking up with a tummy-ache and, still half asleep, downs half a glass of side table water and wincing moments before a very angry, very awake prey starts yelling about dumping ice water on them at 2 in the morning. 

Every time the prey rolls over in their sleep they end up massaging and tickling the pred’s belly, sending little twangs of pleasure up their body. 

The prey waking up never knowing exactly what time it is, eventually decides the bird chirping outside hopefully means its okay to get up. 

The prey waking up ealier than the pred and either

Peacefully sitting there, enjoying the natural sounds of their pred’s sleeping body, the slow, long breathing, the little unconscious sleep twitches, the occasional snort that finds its way back to their gut. or

Shoves a hand up their throat to wake up the sleepy idiot because the prey knows they’ll sleep until 1 PM if given the chance. 

The morning finally comes and the prey takes breakfast requests, still in the belly. The pred tries to find ways to get a whole donut down their throat without also losing the glaze. 

When they finally have to part later in the day, the prey and pred exchanging awkward glances after actually seeing each other for the first time in hours. “Do you wanna do this… again sometime?” “Y-yeah… that’d be nice.” 

Two hours later the pred gets a knock on the door and a subsequent hand down their throat, “I left my phone in your gut.” 

What do you like most about burping/belching?

Well, besides the general sound, depth and often times volume, the implication is the best part.  I love that it’s a sign to indicate the tank is full or beyond capacity, and the immediate relief it brings.  My favorite scenario is a character stuffed to the brim letting out a HUGE, bassy belch, then sighing with relief as they give their stuffed belly a hearty slap of satisfaction.  (Bonus points if that belly is so full that it sloshes heavily from the pat).

Collab with @the-elusive-libbin! She did the drawing (Obviously bc I’m not THIS talented) And I wrote a story to go along with it. With how much we’ve been talking about Borderlands, and specifically Mordecai, this was bound to happen. Thank you for being an amazing collab partner! :*

Without further ado, here’s the story, featuring none other than Mordecai and Elusive’s OC Lilly:

“Open up, Mordecai!” Lilly demanded.

“ ¡No, de ninguna manera.”

“...Mordy.”

“Nuh-uh,” He scoffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away from the homemade sandwich Lilly held in her hands. “I just ate and I don’t want any more.”

“Mordecai, consuming two dried-up raisins and half-a-blood-orange isn’t eating,” Lilly exclaimed, pushing the sandwich closer to Mordecai. “Especially after being so famished from those bandits.” It was true that Mordecai’s body has been hardly getting any nutrients lately; a few days back he’d been kidnapped by an assemblage of bandits while he was on a solo mission, most probably because he was trying to selfishly hog-up all the prizes for himself.

“That’s not true! They let me sip water and have a bite of somethin’ every now and again. I was a valuable hostage to them, y’know?”

“That explains why you were unconscious due to starvation when I arrived,” Lilly sarcastically said, “You’re lucky I was quick enough to pinpoint your location in a few days. You would’ve died if I hadn’t.”

“You only were able to do that because bloodwing flew and told ya!” His feathery companion squawked in approval. “Anyways... Whatever happened to them?”

“I killed them. Now...” Lilly shoved the sandwich up against Mordecai’s lips. “Eat. It.”

Mordecai sighed and regretfully took a bite from the sandwich; He chewed on it very slowly. Each time his teeth sank into the contents of the sandwich the urge to spit it out grew stronger, but with Lilly here, she’d probably stuff the half-melted sandwich right back in his mouth. It took his all to finish the sandwich and swallow the last bit down to send it to his relatively empty-stomach.

“Now that you’re done with that,” She pulled the large bag of food she’d brought with her closer, unwrapping the veil to reveal a wide variety of supplies: Meat, crumpets, pretzels, and even more sandwiches were crowding the bag, which was made even more cramped with the bottles of water there. No sight was more horrifying to Mordecai than this one.

“C-Con Permiso Lilly, but I’m pretty full.”

“--Of shit.” Grabbing a bottle of water and a few protein-based products, she inched herself closer to him. She knew he’d need some help finishing all of that. “I want this bag empty by the end of this evening.”

“Lilly, no, come on... Ya know I don’t like eating...” Though he knew her actions were coming from a good place, this seemed a bit too much for Mordecai. In fact, It seemed a bit too much for anyone.

“Trust me, baby boy. You need this, so... just do it? For me?” Lilly said, her stern behavior subsiding. She really wanted him to eat well after seeing him nearly starved to death, and she knew she had to interfere if she wanted that to happen.

Mordecai huffed and started to open his mouth slightly. Within seconds, his mouth was stuffed with unsweetened griddlecake, Lilly’s finger pushing it in mercilessly. The crumpet’s soft texture allowed the cake to accommodate to Mordecai’s mouth shape, but it was impossible for him to focus on the taste with Lilly’s finger poking around the inside of his mouth as he chewed softly on whatever his mouth was filled with, making sure to try and not hurt Lilly. She pushed her finger out, wrapped another crumpet around it, and pushed it back in Mordecai’s already-stuffed mouth. His head was thrust back gently, eyes wide, he wasn’t really expecting this, but he continued to chew the batter-y mess that was beginning to fill his mouth up.

He took the opportunity to chew frivolously when Lilly began readying up the next meal, even swallowing down the food prematurely to empty his mouth for the upcoming food, taking quick sips of the water he’d been given.

And just as his echoing gulps came to an end, Lilly’s pretzels-holding hands found their way back to his mouth. He felt out of breath, but he allowed Lilly to continue stuffing him up, mouth filled with dry pretzels. The hefty amount of salt was drying up his mouth, and he found himself unable to swallow. He gulped again, but instead of sending the food down, the contents of his stomach were being pushed up; He was gagging.

“You can do it.” He heard Lilly say just as he felt another bottle of water being pressed up against his hand. He opened it and took sips of water that mixed in with the softened pretzels, aiding in swallowing them.

“L-Lilly... por favor I- urp... feel sick.” He lightly put a hand to his stomach, which was starting to bulge out very slightly. He’d never reached this state just by eating normally like he always would.

“Ssh, sshh... It’s okay, Mordy.” She put her hand up to Mordecai’s jaw gently, but he was surprised to see her force it open, pushing the meat inside. “Just a few more and we’ll be done, alright?” Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to her crude behavior.

Mordecai swallowed another mouthful, struggling to get it down after so long. It felt like a never-ending cycle; Swallow a bite, only to have to swallow another. His stomach was starting to let out growls of being overfilled, a rather rare noise to come from Mordecai’s belly. Lilly breathed shakily, bringing herself closer to the now-bloated stomach and hearing the gurgles at a much more intimate level. Mordecai may have hated every second of this, but the sheer fact that he was being stuffed beyond belief, as well as how close Lilly was to his own fabric-coated bloated stomach, made him blush as red as that headpiece of his.

A few minutes later, the bag was starting to look empty. All of the food that was once tucked there was now tucked in a different kind of bag; Mordecai’s stomach.

“See? Your stomach sounds happy.” Lilly rubbed her cheek alongside Mordecai’s swollen belly, listening to the thunderous noises.

“S-Stop doing that, Amigo, I’m gonna-” Mordecai reflexively brought his balled-up fist against his mouth, trying to stifle a burp but unsuccessfully doing so. “--UUUUUUURRRRPPPPPPPP!” A rattling belch echoed through the wastelands, and immediately he felt a tremendous amount of relief from the pressure his stomach was previously under. It was a completely new feeling for the 40-year-old man.

“Now that you freed up some room, maybe we should...” Lily’s hand trailed to the side, grabbing another full-bag.

Mordecai’s jaw dropped, and this time It wasn’t Lilly forcibly pulling it down, but rather the sheer shock and horror of going through that nightmare again. His eyes signified that, at that moment, he wished he would’ve died by the bandits’ hands rather than go through that again.

Lilly burst out laughing, opening the bag and revealing to Mordecai that it was just an items-filled bag. “I’m just kidding,” She exclaimed through her laughter, “...But maybe we could do this again the next time you get kidnapped by bandits.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA another belly drawing, this time of @wonderful-bellies awesome character Blue Demon, whom I love so dearly!

Poor guy can’t get any work done with that big tummy in his way, but I’m sure he’ll manage 83c

I’m a sucker for g/t vore where the prey just makes the tiniest bump on the pred’s abdomen, not even visible trough their clothing, but the pred of course knows exactly where their precious prey is and absentmindedly strokes their hand over the spot.

Though it’s also great when the pred has abs for the days and the prey is just absolutely lost behind that wall of muscle. 

*Fun to cuddle not to digest! Safe vore in a nutshell