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Reblog if you support squishy bellies, have a squishy belly, or have the desire to summon satan

Judge (points to brain)

Jury (eyes and tongue)

Executioner (stomach)

Working non-stop with no time to exercise got a tanuk looking like this…

you fucking with fat bitches?

Since day 1 you stupid son of a bitch

Prey-sludge so thick it actually protects new prey from being digested.

What if Bowser secretly had a crush on Mario and also secretly was into vore, so he wrote a bunch of fanfics in which he eats Mario, and then Mario finds those fanfics and is, understandably, disturbed, believing that Bowser is some murderer, and everytime he has to go save Peach he is much more jumpy and scared of Bowser, and Bowser realizes that Mario found the fics and is incredibly embaressed. The next time they go kart racing, Bowser flashes Mario a awkward smile, and Mario just starts visibly shaking with fear, turning to Luigi to be like, "He's-a going to fucking kill me, he's-a gonna kill me, Luigi!"

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

Scenario: Pred eats their intended target, but in a domino effect of eliminating witnesses, ends up terribly full~

Absolutely Not | Not My Thing Personally | Not Very Much | Neutral | Somewhat | Quite A Bit | Absolutely Adore

the ditzy pred slowly realizing that what they thought was the perfect ambush spot, no escape for the prey, also means there’s no easy escape for them, and people just keep coming in a gasping dramatically when they see the belly…

this is such a fun spot between willing and unwilling pred. yes, they fully intended on eating the first one, but good lord do they wish these idiots would stop coming~

the pred tries out a new lie/excuse with each witness, hoping against hope it’ll work, but the lie is spoiled by a uncontainable belch or a muffled shout for help, and the pred can only groan in consternation before stuffing yet another meal into their aching, crowded tummy

"There ya go.. Just a little more..." He tilts the legs back, lifting them so it's easier for the Pred to swallow. There's not much left outside, just leg below the knees.

Another strained swallow, followed by a whiney groan. He's getting somewhat impatient with the Pred, tempted to try pushing the Prey down, but he reminds himself this is the Pred's first time doing this... and he wanted it to be enjoyable.

Gently, he strokes down the Pred's neck, massaging into it to encourage another swallow.

"You're doing so well~ I bet you're so full already..."

The Pred manages another swallow, pulling the legs in up to the ankles. He decides now is fine to let go of the Prey, there's no way they're struggling can interfere now. Running his hand over the Pred's rounded stomach, he presses down on it, attempting to create room for the meal. They've been at this for some time now- nearly an hour? The Pred's really struggling...

Another swallow brings the feet into the Pred's mouth, followed by a quick gulp that finally- finally- sends the last of the Prey sliding down towards their gut. The Pred pants heavily, huffing and moaning with difficulty as their stomach expands far beyond its full capacity.

"Ohh,... iit's too much.." The Pred whines.

"That's a good Pred.... You'll be just fine..." He reassures, rubbing thorough circles into the trapped Prey.

They'll see- being a Pred is great! They just need to get used to it...

flesh-manipulator prey sitting on your lap, caressing your body, and verbally guiding you through the discomfort as he uses his innate magic to contort your body into the perfect form to consume him

his hands push against the middle of your chest, as your esophagus stretching and your ribs become more flexible

he kisses you on the mouth as the tendons of your jaw contort just enough that he's be able to slide past them

his thighs squeeze your belly as the skin becomes stretchier

all the while he's gently cooing to you "good boy," "just breath for me," "you're gonna be such a good pred~"

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