(Warning! This is a vore story, and as such contains the following: oral vore, belly expansion, belly stuffing, a willing, gentle/caring pred, a prey that starts unwilling but becomes willing, gurgles, burst teasing, messy food stuff, belly writing and burps. Enjoy if you're into any of that!)
 
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Gabriella paced, her phone in both hands, held screen-down at her chest. She’d thought about simply stuffing it down into her cleavage–she had more than enough for it–and calling it that–going about her day and toughing out these stubborn cravings she’d been having all day long. But… Damn it, she also knew that wouldn’t work.
 
 
 
Gabriella was a Predator. Not the kind that gets locked up tight for being a creep, but not the kind you’d wanna trust to fight off Xenomorphs with either. She ate people. Plain and simple. She’d discovered her lineage at the same time all other Preds did, right after she turned 18. She felt an intense bout of hunger all day long on the day of her 18th birthday, which culminated in one of the neighborhood kids going missing.
 
 
 
… For about an hour, before Gabriella spit him back up.
 
 
 
Yeah… While Preds were a known and expected thing, and there were many safeguards against them which allowed society to function without issue–while allowing Predators to operate within it as well–Gabriella just couldn’t get into the whole “Digest a person into slop in your gut” thing. She was no apex predator by any means, even if she had the stature of one. Thighs thicker than most women’s torsos, hips wide enough to get stuck in some doorways, breasts big enough to conceal a newborn inside of, and a height of 7’2 made her a dead giveaway for being a Predator–an ancient relative of humanity that had been eradicated and incorporated into the human genepool via breeding, just like the neanderthals. Still, even if she looked the part, you wouldn’t find Gabriella stalking a man on his way home from work with drool pouring down the corners of her mouth, or obnoxiously belching as she digested some poor cheerleader while waiting in line at the supermarket.
 
 
 
It wasn’t that she was afraid of killing the person she ate. With the Backup system, Predators pretty much couldn’t kill their prey. Not to say the person survived–their consciousness just got transferred to another, pre-made body at the time of their flatline. It was a system that was easy to game–as the fact that there existed people who were once in their 80s, and were now in their 20s again, could tell you–but it was an overall positive for humanity. Preds excluded, even–they’d just been the opposing force driving the creation of the system. Now, with it, humanity flourished in cohabitation with their hungry relatives.
 
 
 
That wasn’t the issue. It just felt… Wrong. There were drugs a Pred could take to make the process easy on the prey, making their acid soothing rather than searing, encouraging their stomach muscles to massage rather than crush, and some of the more “Merciful” Preds even crushed their prey the second they entered their gut so the poor meal wouldn’t have to suffer through it. But the entire thing just felt cruel to Gabriella…
 
 
 
GRrRrROOoUuUuUrrRRRrRRRrrr…!~
 
 
 
Her morals didn’t stop the cravings though. She’d never digested a person, and she’d gotten pretty good at managing the hunger. She had reached the point where it only got really intense around once a month. She could usually ignore them even then–just stuff herself with normal food until her belly felt ready to split right down the middle. That usually took care of it, even if she didn’t feel the euphoria a Pred got from gulping down their live food: feeling them squirm in their gut, tasting the delicious flavors that only a Pred could on their silky skin and hair, s-smelling those fantastic scents all prey seemed to give off before snatching them up and sending them-
 
 
 
… As you can see, the cravings were worse today. The worst they’d been in a long while. She’d already wiped out an entire loaf of bread, two packs of lunch meat and cheese, and a leftover bucket of chicken; but she was still just as ravenous as she’d been when she woke up that morning. And… Because of that, Gabriella was considering the nuclear option. A plan she’d thought up for days just like this–something that would mean she could avoid both digesting a person, and the agony of lying in bed, sweating and trembling all day long as her stomach tried to eat itself while she rode out the cravings.
 
 
 
All she’d have to do was call for pizza… But did she really wanna do this? Ugh, she needed to think… But she’d been thinking! And all the while, her belly had been getting angrier and angrier. She’d have to make her decision soon, before the aches got really bad.
 
 
 
She looked at her phone, sighing and blowing a raspberry, still clutching it close to her chest. Then she made the decision. Biting her bottom lip and letting her eyebrows curl, Gabriella opened her phone and dialed the number of her favorite local pizza joint.
 
 
 
“Y-Yeah! Hi, um… This might sound a little weird, but could I get like… Foooorty extra large pizzas? And breadsticks?”
 
 
 
GrRrrRrrrrrr…~
 
 
 
“And wings… Um, actually, could we make that more like sixty pizzas?”
 
 
 
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Vivian slammed her car door shut. Oops. Didn’t mean to do that… Boss would be all over her ass if she saw that…
 
 
 
She sighed, skipping her way over to the backseat of her car, where roughly a hundred boxes of damn-near everything her workplace sold were contained. Strapped in, actually. Bungee cords. Wonderful things.
 
 
 
Vivian had been told that these were all for a houseparty. And she supposed that 4 PM was a little early for one, but it was still a little weird that the only car parked at this house–besides her own–presumably belonged to the owner of the abode. A large pickup truck, decorated with a bunch of flowery stickers and girlish decals… Odd, but Vivi wasn’t one to judge. And besides, she had certainly seen worse. That one ahegao car still haunted her nightmares, ugh…
 
 
 
She still felt kinda off as she loaded the first set of ten pizzas onto the dolly she’d been given to haul it all. It was downright stereotypical at this point that delivery drivers were easy prey. And even if Vivi came from a long line of Preds, she herself wasn’t one. She was short, just a tiny bit chubby–her sister always said she was more “Thicc,” but eh–and she’d been told by her Predator family members that her dyed pink hair and vanilla perfume made her smell like a tasty dessert… She’d managed to avoid being gobbled up by Preds for nineteen years of her life, however. This job just made her more anxious about the possibility. They didn’t even give her pepper perfume to wear in case she actually did run into any Preds… Maybe that was why drivers had such awful turnover rates.
 
 
 
Well, the pay was shit too. But whatever.
 
 
 
Vivian blew a bubble with her gum, but popped it before ringing the doorbell. She tried not to act as dead and exhausted as she actually was, just in case that doorbell was one of those camera ones. People tended to tip less when they thought you were being an ass, and it was very easy to mistake exhaustion for assholeishness. So she plastered on her fake smile, even while her feet ached and her back felt ready to snap.
 
 
 
To her delight, she didn’t have to wait long for the door to fly wide open.
 
 
 
To her horror, she was met with a woman who had clearly eaten people before. You didn’t get that tall, or boobs that big, otherwise.
 
 
 
The woman smiled down at her, leaning in her doorway. God, was she pretty though. Not just curvy as hell, but her auburn hair was just so wavy, her hazel eyes possessed lashes that extended out from them by at least a few inches–curling upwards–and her lips were so full and pert that it looked like they were constantly stuck in a kissy motion… Her forest green sweater and blue jeans hugged her every curve so beautifully too… And those freckles showing through her light brown skin… Vivian would’ve given her number along with the receipt if she wasn’t so sure it’d end up with her stewing in that pretty, flat tummy of hers.
 
 
 
“Hey!” The woman said, her voice deep in pitch, but still sort of floaty. Carefree. “You must be Vivian; I’m Gabriella, but all my friends call me Gabi, so you can too.” She giggled. God, the way she rolled the R in her name… “Um…” Gabi looked over her shoulder, then back to Vivian. “Nothing behind me… Is there… Something on my face? Did I mess up my lashes again?”
 
Vivian was staring. She broke her gaze and shook her head, mimicking the giggle Gabi gave before. “No, no. You look great! Yeah, I’m Vivian, um… I guess the party hasn’t started yet?” She said, gesturing to the inside of Gabi’s house. There were no decorations set up–no temporary tables, punch bowls, massive bags of chips that would still somehow end up wiped out by the end of the night… Nothing. Red flag.
 
 
 
“Yeah, not yet.” Gabi turned to the side, and Vivian got a good look at just how far her sweater puppies extended from the rest of her body. And she’d thought hers were pretty big… “Not expecting anyone for a few more hours, but I wanted to have the food all set up before anyone got here. Y’know, get the easy part out of the way first.” Gabi elbowed Vivian in the shoulder. That’s just how drastic the size difference between the two of them was. Would she even be a filling meal for this lady? Maybe she wouldn’t even consider her, thinking her too insubstantial. Or maybe she’d treat her as a snack…
 
 
 
“Yeah, heh. I get what you mean.” Vivian replied, blowing another bubble out of habit and sucking it into her mouth before popping it. “But, uh, I’ll just leave these here for you and go get the rest. You-” She was about to ask if she needed help getting everything inside, but no. Nuh uh. No way was she wandering into a potential trap like that. She already thought she was acting too fidgety, and her mother always warned that the more cruel sorts of Preds loved it when their prey was scared…
 
 
 
“Ok! Thanks hon!” Gabi said, unstrapping the pizzas from the dolly and squatting to pick them up. Vivi averted her eyes from the sight, not wanting to bait her lesbian ass right into this Pred’s gullet via a killer view into her cleavage. She just smiled and looked at the wall until Gabi took them all into her arms–at once, very impressive–and turned to walk back into her house. She didn’t stare at her rump as it bobbed back inside either. She didn’t!
 
Things continued like that for a bit, with Vivian carting pizza and pizza accessories right up to Gabi’s door–at which point the hungry latina would thank her, then scoop them all up. It was like clockwork, and all said and done, it probably only took around ten minutes to do. If even that.
 
 
 
Once done, however… All the exhaustion hit Vivian at once. She slumped beside her dolly as she reached the porch one final time, panting in exhaustion and feeling sweat pool in her underarms and underboob. It was a Friday afternoon, and she’d been delivering pizzas all week long… She just wanted to go home and sink into her bed already, not play some kind of cat and mouse game with a sexy woman who might’ve wanted to eat her. She did feel a little bad for stereotyping like that, but what was she supposed to do? She was ripe for the picking, even if she knew not all Preds were monstrous assholes who only thought with their guts.
 
 
 
“Oh!” Gabi noticed her, and came over to her side, lying a hand on her shoulder and actually making an effort to not stick her breasts in her face. She must’ve noticed how Vivian was looking at her. That was embarrassing… “You alright? Need to come inside for a minute?”
 
Vivian never thought she’d see the day where she considered refusing a beautiful woman offering to let her into her home, but here she was. Maybe she was wrong though. Gabi seemed genuinely kind, even if her stomach’s growling had alerted her a time or two. Even if she ate her, Gabi would probably take one of those meds to make it easy going… What? No, Vivian was thinking all weird now. That still wouldn’t be ok, even with those prerequisites. What kind of weirdo would be ok with being eaten alive?
 
… Well, actually, there were a lot of people like that. There were even buffets and restaurants designed for Predators, where they could eat willing meals of their choosing. But Vivian wasn’t one of those! Her family were Predators, dang it…
 
 
 
She decided to trust Gabi though, in her exhausted, “Done with this shit” haze. And she felt like an idiot for it. This was exactly the kind of thing that got people eaten–falling for stupid honey traps. It’s why Predators were so gorgeous in the first place. But if anybody was gonna eat her, it might as well be a lady as drop-dead as this one, right?
 
Gabi escorted her to the kitchen, where she’d placed all of the pizzas and other goods. She even gave her a glass of water and seated her at the table. She even thought for a moment that Gabi was going to offer her a piece of the pizza she’d delivered, but she simply opened a box to make sure it was what she’d ordered. Judging by the gurgle from her gut, and the smile on her face, it was.
 
 
 
From there, the two engaged in small talk. What they liked to do on the weekends, if they had boyfriends… Then if they had girlfriends once they both discovered just how gay they each were–Gabi being half gay, Vivian full gay. Then onto lighter, friendlier topics, like politics.
 
 
 
It was only around ten more minutes before Vivi started feeling better. Who knew actually resting and hydrating would be so effective at making someone feel like not dying? Not her boss, certainly. And… That reminded Vivian that she was technically still on the clock. She needed to get back to the store before closing, or else she’d be docked pay.
 
 
 
She thanked Gabi for the hospitality, surprised that she hadn’t been nibbled on even a little while she was all weak and exhausted, then made for the door with a skip in her step.
 
 
 
… Only to be caught before she made it even halfway there. A delicate, yet firm group of fingers wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place. Then another hand came in and scooped the hat off her head, following up by undoing the hair tie holding her bubblegum hair in a ponytail. She began to shiver, knowing what was coming.
 
“Do you wear contacts?” A soft, gentle voice asked, whispering just above her head. It felt oddly comforting, like she was being consoled instead of prepped for eating. “Take them out if you do, ok?”
 
 
 
She didn’t, so Vivian simply shook her head in a frenzy. She didn’t want to look back at Gabi, but she didn’t want to struggle either. Her mom said that doing so could make Preds invigorated–get them acting rougher than usual. They didn’t want their prey to escape, so they’d pin them down, be rough with their guts once they’d swallowed them, s-sometimes even break bones. Ooh, god, her mom was gonna be so disappointed…
 
 
 
Vivian gasped as she felt a hot breath against the top of her head, and her hand went to her chest as she began trembling. She fought against herself, struggling to keep herself from struggling, locking her neck to keep it from swiveling her head upwards. She felt something warm touch her forehead, and clenched her eyes shut…
 
 
 
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Gabi’s upper lip locked around Vivian’s lips, and she allowed herself to give the back of the girl’s head a little lick. Goodness, whatever conditioner this girl used, she needed to use it some more. Maybe bath in it.~ Her hair tasted sweet in a flowery sort of way, but with a hint of mint to it as well. It blended nicely with the savory taste of her skin, well seasoned with sweat.
 
 
 
Gabi didn’t stop there for long though. She didn’t want to take her time, knowing how unpleasant this must be. So she pushed on, grabbing onto Vivian’s waist and–after delighting in how subtly her fingers sank into that cute little belly she was hiding under that shirt–pushed upwards, taking Vivian into the air. The girl, expectedly, began to squirm, whimpering and letting out muffled yelps that could be heard coming from Gabi’s bulging throat. Then her chest as Gabi swallowed, taking Vivian further down her gullet.
 
 
 
Oddly, Vivian wasn’t actually fighting back. It was more like she was trying to get her footing where there was none. It must’ve been so awkward for her. Even more reason for Gabi to stuff her down quickly.
 
RRRRRrRRrRrOOOOUUUUUUNNNHHH!~
 
 
 
Oof; seemed her stomach liked the idea as well.
 
 
 
She gulped, gulped, and gulped some more, eventually taking Vivian’s breasts into her mouth. The girl shivered as her chest brushed past Gabi’s teeth, then again as they rubbed against the ribbed surface of the roof of her mouth. Gabi sort of wanted to turn the girl over and give the orbs a direct taste, but even if they were always so tasty, she didn’t want to be cruel like that. Plus, she’d have that khaki-clad rump to nibble on in just a few seconds.~
 
She reached it faster than she thought she would–after giving the girl’s tummy a few good, soft bites. But before she actually stuffed the girl’s hips into her mouth, she worked at undoing her belt, then her zipper. A little hard to do with only a single hand to spare, but it’d be so worth it.~ Vivian’s panties were a bright pink–the cute, ribbon-laced things matching her hair. Gabi couldn’t see her rump from how she was hanging out of her mouth, supported by a single hand, but it certainly felt rather meaty as it pressed against her lips.~
 
Gabi popped it inside, feeling her belly billow out as Vivian’s head finally entered her stomach. She ran her tongue all over her booty, feeling just how smooth, firm and bubbly it was.~ She gave it a quick nibble, and squealed in delight as the soft flesh sprang right back like a lightly bitten marshmallow.~ Mph, she could eat booties all day long.~
 
 
 
But that was enough time spent on that. Vivian would probably be getting dizzy by now, so it was time to hurry up. Every swallow made her gut bloat out just a bit more at this point, and she lowered a hand to rub it; half in order to encourage its stretchiness, half in an attempt to comfort Vivian as she started to settle in. Her plush thighs slipped through Gabi’s lips like large spaghetti noodles, and her calves were slurped up even more quickly. Gabi’s gut looked like an overblown beachball by now, and she wasn’t even finished with her meal.
 
 
 
All that remained were Vivian’s feet. Gabi leaned back, arching to give her stomach more room as she reached up and plucked the dirty shoes off of Vivian’s feet one at a time, followed by her socks. Then she finally slid her khakis all the way off, and with another gulp, only Vivian’s toes were left sticking out of Gabi’s lips. With one hand still on her stomach, Gabi reached up and pressed her fingers into the tips of Vivian’s toes. Then she pushed them inside, leaving her with a mouthful of foot, and a finger at her plump lips. Gabi turned her head skyward, closed her eyes, and…
 
 
 
Gulp!~
 
BWOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPH-uhn!~
 
 
 
Sent Vivian down with one last swallow, followed by a massive belch as all of the air she’d swallowed along with her living meal came rushing back up all at once. Her belly ballooned outwards as the burp exploded from her lips, looking well and truly like it had an entire person curled up inside. The bulges also helped sell that idea. Gabi could both feel and see Vivian’s elbow as a bulge in the side of her giant gut… She rubbed it, licking her lips to gather up the last little dregs of how wonderful Vivian had tasted.~ She almost wished she could have seconds-
 
 
 
“Oh! Sorry, I forgot!” Gabi inhaled through her mouth, swallowing air like there was no tomorrow. Prey could breathe in a Pred’s belly, but it had to be dreadfully stuffy in there without a surplus of oxygen. By the time she finished, Gabi’s belly was looking just a little more rounded from all the air. Now she just had to keep it inside… “Tell me if you need more air, ok? And, um… Sorry about your uniform. I- Urp!~ -shit, I thought it’d be weird if I started stripping you with no explanation, and I couldn’t exactly get it off once your head was in my mouth.” Gabi stood there with her back arched, her belly subtly shifting in her clutch as Vivian gently moved around in there. Gabi waited for a response. At least Vivian wasn’t panicking, or making a huge fuss…
 
 
 
… No response seemed to be coming.
 
 
 
Oh no, she hadn’t accidentally snapped her neck or something, had she? “H-Hello? Vivian?” Gabi began to poke her belly. Then shake it. Then lightly slap-
 
“WHAT?!” A voice yelled from inside Gabi’s gut–so loud that it could be heard coming out of Gabi’s limply open mouth as well. “I- YOU- Lady, you just ATE me! You think I give a shit about my clothes?!” Vivian began squirming after that, fruitlessly kicking and punching around while making little, barely audible grunting noises.
 
 
 
Gabi just sighed, resting a hand atop her tummy and another at the small of her back while she waited for Vivian to settle down or wear herself out. Struggling against a Pred was worthless unless you knew what you were doing, and even then, some people who had taken Pred defense classes and practiced inside their instructor’s tummies would panic and forget everything they’d learned after getting gulped for real. And even worse, struggles actually felt good to a Pred unless you knew where to kick…~
 
 
 
But Gabi didn’t wanna get lost in the pleasure, nor did she want to punish Vivian for resisting. This was hard on her, and she needed to take time and get used to it. She’d probably tucker herself out soon… Hopefully. Otherwise she might need to cut things short… She’d only taken one round of the neutralizers, expecting to have enough pizza in her gut by then to add a buffer between her belly and Vivian.
 
 
 
For now… She’d wait. She’d watch her belly as it kicked and squirmed like it was filled to bursting with aliens, and revel in the feeling of satisfying her cravings… Even if she planned to trick them.~
 
 
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Vivian was toast.
 
 
 
She had worn herself out with that pitiful tantrum she’d thrown, and she’d known it would be useless in the first place. Her mother had shown her how to properly escape a Pred’s belly, and yet… When the actual thing came, Vivi just crumbled. She thrashed like a child whose mom had just denied them the toy they wanted, not like someone trying to escape death. And now she was too tired to do anything, her burst of adrenaline wearing off and being replaced with an avalanche of built up exhaustion crashing down upon her–exacerbated by how idiotically she’d just acted.
 
 
 
So she gave up. No more kicks, no more punches. She just sat there, her knees half-bent, arms at her sides, in this strange, warm, fleshy prison that would soon be her grave. She could even see a little in here, which was a surprise. Seemed that Gabi's gut was stretched enough to let some light leak in–like a soft, slightly red-tinged light that illuminated Vivian's surroundings and allowed her to see just how soaked she was. Disgusting…
 
 
 
At least it wouldn’t be the end for real. Though it would certainly feel like it when the time came for her to tell her mother why her first Backup had been used… And when her sisters inevitably teased her about this for the rest of her life. They already called her “Bite-sized” as a nickname…
 
 
 
Vivian found herself wishing Gabi would just get it over with. She had swallowed her fast–probably because she was too hungry after playing with her food so much. But now she seemed content to just let Vivian sit in there. No acids or anything. Her stomach wasn’t even trying to compress her! Vivian wasn’t into being eaten in the first place, but she sure as shit wasn’t up for being a “Belly pet.” Gross…
 
 
 
“You good in there? Did you get it out of your- Horp!~ -s-system, excuse me.” Gabi sighed, patting her chest. She was still soft spoken as ever, even as she held a woman in her gut and prepared to grind her into stew. It should be illegal to be this manipulative.
 
 
 
"I'm… Huff…~ … Tired. Just crush me and get it over with, or bring in the acid and drown me in it. I don't care." Vivian's voice cracked towards the end there, and she found herself feeling even more humiliated as a result.
 
 
 
"Aw, honey…" Vivian felt a gentle touch running down her back–like a hand caressing her through soft, silken sheets. Why did it have to feel so pleasant? "I'm not gonna do that. I'm sorry to even make you think I would. I'm just… Using you for a bit." Gabi paused, though her hands continued to caress Vivian through her stretched belly. "That… That didn't come out how I intended it to. I promise I'm still fully clothed out here!" She giggled, jostling Vivian a good bit as her belly bobbed up and down. "Though, my shirt doesn't exactly fit like it used to… And I think I might've popped the button on my jeans."
 
 
 
Vivian’s face curled into an anxious look, mixed with slight disgust. The same expression she'd worn when first entering this holding cell–her only cellmate being a half digested, entire chicken breast.
 
 
 
"W-What do you mean?" She asked, uncertain if her whisper-like voice would be even audible to the Pred's ears through the layers of organ, muscle, fat–including the two huge gals that were currently resting comfortably atop Vivian’s head–and bone. Or, could she hear Vivian extra well in here? Her voice was coming from within Gabi's own body, so would it be like hearing your own stomach subtly rumble with hunger when no one else could?
 
 
 
… Why was Vivian even worried about that? She was literally inside a person's stomach, and that was what was on her mind?
 
 
 
"Well, I'm not gonna be digesting you, first of all. Honestly, just tasting you might’ve been enough… But the cravings were extra bad today, so I'm not risking it." Vivian felt her twin hats lift off of her head, before a gentle hand replaced them, rubbing circles into the top of her hatless head. Now that she thought about it, Gabi had been right. Her shirt would be ruined after this… She'd never get that acrid smell out of it. And her panties too… "Oh, wait! Duh, you probably don’t even know about that. Not like they teach much Pred anatomy in school.” Gabi chuckled again, though she held her belly tight this time, seemingly in an effort to keep from jostling Vivi too much. “Ok, so. Preds eat people all the time–normal ones. But even gals like me, who usually get their nutrition the same way you do, end up getting cravings sometimes. A-”
 
“-Pred can live on normal food, but if they don’t eat a living thing–human or not, though human is preferred–for a certain span of time, they risk getting really intense cravings.” Vivian explained to the Predator, from within her gut. “Those cravings can be really painful, and so some Preds who almost never eat people end up indulging in order to get rid of them. Though they usually do it at those restaurants staffed by willing people. That what this is?” Vivian patted the walls around her, creating an echoing sound which came out as a dull thudding to Gabi’s ears.
 
 
 
“I…” Gabi began, her hands trailing all over Vivian–mostly her back and head–through the skin and organs separating them. Though, could they really be considered separate if one was inside the other? Vivi was so close to Gabi she could hear the girl’s heartbeat, for fuck’s sake. “Y-Yes- How do you know that stuff? Take a ‘Defense Against Predators’ course? Just get really curious and start Googling? Or… Are you maybe-”
 
“Uh uh.” Vivian shook her head, knowing Gabi could feel it. Though she didn’t expect Gabi to suddenly, sharply giggle. Guess her hair had tickled her tum’s walls–oops. “Nope, unfortunately I’m not a Pred.” Oops. That “Unfortunately” just sorta slipped out. She thought she’d gotten better at suppressing the want to indulge in the ways her siblings and mother sometimes did… ” I’m… I’m an Observer.” She sighed, disappointed in herself yet again. “Observers” were family members of Predators–children and siblings, typically–who were not Predators themselves. All it took was one line of genetic code being written in a certain way, and bam. Suddenly a family full of Preds would produce a girl who couldn’t fit a person in her gut if she tried–or vice versa. And the cruelest part was that they wouldn’t even know until puberty had run its course.
 
 
 
“Oh…” Gabi said, touching her belly a little more tenderly. She’d been gentle before, but now it was almost like… Like she was trying extra hard to comfort Vivian. Her hands were slow, not just soft. “I’m sorry. N-Not that there’s- Borhp!~ -ugh, excuse me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just… Well, it must be rough.”
 
 
 
Vivian snorted. “Yeah, you’ve got no idea.” She felt herself relax a little, her back sliding down against the stomach wall she’d propped herself up against. She had already given up, what harm was there in conversing with the woman whose ass she’d soon be padding? Well, Gabi had said that she wouldn’t be gurgling her… But Preds could be deceptive–sadistic. Vivian didn’t wanna believe her right away. “Try going to one of those restaurants every time one of your sisters’ birthdays rolls around. Or hearing your mom and dad tease each other about their weird, vorny romps at the dinner table.”
 
“Ew!” Gabi exclaimed, and from the way her belly tensed, she’d recoiled as well. That actually managed to put a smile on Vivian’s face. Felt weird to smile in here. “God! Even my parents didn’t do things like that, and my mom constantly ate my dad throughout the entire time she was pregnant with me.”
 
Vivian groaned. “Oh god, the ‘Black Widow’ thing? Supposed to make the bond between the parents and children more solid, get the child used to the possibility of their momma eating human meat, supposedly increases the chance of the kid being a Pred, yadda yadda… You wanna know something funny about that?” Vivian’s smile grew a little wider as Gabi’s rubbing slowed to a stop, the realization seemingly hitting. “Yup. My mom did the same thing when she was having me.”
 
“Stop.” Gabi said incredulously, one hand leaving her belly to presumably cup her mouth as she began laughing. Vivian actually found herself enjoying the jostling this time around. Felt sort of like a warm bouncy castle that did all of the bouncing for you. “Oh, good gosh. Guess you can’t believe every old wive’s tale you hear, eh?” Gabi patted the upper-side of her belly, where Vivian’s head rested.
 
 
 
“No, definitely not.” Vivian let out a tiny chuckle, allowing herself to slip lower, until she was almost laying inside Gabi’s tummy instead of sitting in it.
 
 
 
It was at that point that her fingers came across something that made them tingle. A small pool of liquid forming at the bottom of Gabi’s stomach. Acid. And Gabi had indeed taken the medicine which turned the acid soothing.
 
 
 
Even still, panic rose inside Vivian’s throat. Vivian’s first thoughts were that Gabi had been lying after all–she did intend to digest her. But, if she was cruel enough to lie… Then why bother with the meds? Only a psycho would do that, and it would’ve been a true shock to discover that Gabi–the girl who had just openly aired some of her dirty, vorish laundry in an attempt to lightheartedly chitchat with her prey–was that demented.
 
 
 
No. Something was wrong.
 
 
 
“G-Gabi!” Vivian shrieked, scrambling to get her limbs as far from the acid as she could. Even if it wasn’t painful, it was still dangerous. Deadly. “G-Gabi, acid!”
 
For her part, Gabi had groaned–though Vivian couldn’t exactly tell if it was a pained or pleasured sound–and clutched onto her belly as soon as Vivi started struggling around inside. Apparently she hadn’t expected such a sudden burst of activity. She stuttered again and again, trying to force out words that wouldn’t come as her heartbeat grew nearly deafening to Vivian’s ears in its now constant, hard pounding.
 
 
 
“W-What? Acid? Acid! Oh, shit, I forgot!” Gabi wrapped both her arms underneath her massive stomach, holding Vivian like a swaddled babe and unintentionally getting her closer to the small pool of caustic liquid in the process.
 
 
 
It was at this time that Vivian realized that she was feeling a similar, yet more faint tingling as she pressed her hands and feet against the stomach’s slippery walls–the acid seeping out of Gabi’s tissue as she slowly yet hurriedly waddled her way to a seated position on her couch. The added presence of Gabi’s thick thighs acted as a shelf for Gabi’s gut, and only served to force the acid closer to Vivi, but she appreciated the bit of extra room that the belly being at rest afforded her, at least.
 
 
 
“I took an antacid made for Preds along with the other medicines, but I guess I spent too much time chatting with you. I don’t have another dose either. Sorry!” Vivian heard a very faint, muffled shuffling. Something being dragged, Gabi’s breasts pressing hard against the cap of her head as she bent over to reach for whatever the mystery item was. “But I’m getting to work with my plan now, don’t worry! You should be good soon, just… Try and stay away from it! Easier said than done, I know, but it’s the best I’ve got for you…” Then a less muffled shuffling came. A sound like cardboard scraping against itself–familiar to Vivian. The sound suddenly reminded her of how late she’d be returning to work; not like that mattered right now.
 
 
 
Vivian was struggling. She was holding herself in some sort of gymnast’s pose that her “Thicc” body was never meant to hold for long. Her hands spread at her sides, her legs straight forward, both jutting into the walls of Gabi’s belly and no doubt bulging it out oddly from outside. Whatever Gabi was doing out there, she needed to do it quickly. The acid in the stomach walls wasn’t sticking around for long enough–nor was it yet potent enough–to really burn Viviani’s limbs. But it was slippery as hell, and Vivian’s muscles were beginning to ache from how much effort it was taking to hold herself in this pose.
 
 
 
Vivian suddenly heard a noise. Something that sounded like… Chewing? Then another familiar sound–one she’d heard the entire way down Gabi’s gullet. A gulp.
 
 
 
Then a splat, as something warm, gooey and savory smelling landed right on top of her head. Somehow, Vivi had managed to forget that the reason she’d come to the ridiculously attractive Predator’s home in the first place was to deliver a ludicrous amount of pizza and various other “Italian” accompaniments.
 
 
 
Judging by how quickly the next splat came, Vivian felt she had an idea of just what Gabi’s “Plan” entailed. Something that included the bubblegum-haired girl becoming quite intimately familiar with each and every food item her workplace had to offer. It already smelled like she was getting buried in pizza every morning when she showed up to work. This somehow seemed morbidly fitting.
 
 
 
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Gabi pulled the third pizza over, having finished the second in seconds–just as she had with the third. She could feel herself getting a little more full, but with how massive a Pred’s capacity was–and how filling Vivian was to begin with–it was a hardly noticeable change. At the very least, having these in her tummy would provide a buffer against the acid for Vivian. And then later, once she’d really filled up, her plan would be complete, and Vivian would be able to go free!
 
GrRrRRRRRRRggGGrRrGRrRRR!~
 
 
 
Or, at least, Gabi hoped it’d work. Her entire plan relied on tricking her belly into thinking it was glutted, filled and sated by a human, then overstuffed with the addition of a bunch of greasy, cheesy Italian food. After that, she’d be able to cough Vivian back up, and her belly would be full enough that it wouldn’t matter that it had been tricked–it’d be too busy trying to churn through an ocean of cheese to care about its former cravings.
 
 
 
For now, things seemed to be going well. Vivian had repositioned herself inside Gabi’s gut, moving to a position that didn’t make Gabi feel like her tummy was being in stretched in sixteen different directions at once, and allowing the food that slid down Gabi’s throat to plop down into the acid pool instead of Vivian’s head. Gabi felt a little guilty for how disgusting things must be inside her tummy–and it was only gonna get worse. But at least the girl in her gut would have access to her shower afterwards! Even if her shirt would still be ruined… Crap, Gabi hadn’t thought about her underwear either. No way would a pair of her own fit the cute lil’ shorty of an Observer…
 
 
 
Oh well, they could figure that stuff out later. For now, Gabi simply took another slice of pizza and opened wide, sliding the entire piece though her lips and sealing the rosy pair around the crusty edge. She then tilted her head skyward and gulped, sending the entire slice down at once–as she’d begun doing in an attempt to make things at least a little less gross for Vivian. It’d still get all stewy and yucky in there once her acids really started attacking the food, but Vivian would have enough of a buffer to stay safe by then. When it came down to it, the girl’s comfort was really secondary to her safety–no matter how much Gabi wished it could be different.
 
 
 
“It’s filled up now.” Came a burbling from inside Gabi’s tummy. It sort of tickled whenever Vivian spoke, her belly vibrating and making little noises to accompany the delivery girl’s speech. “The acid puddle–that last slice filled it in. But, uh… I don’t suppose you’ll be stopping there?” Vivian asked, sounding almost hopeful. Only to have those hopes dashed when the second slice–which Gabi had swallowed right as Vivian began speaking–landed right beside her.
 
 
 
“Sorry, but no. I know it’s gross, but if I don’t wanna just gurgle you into jeans-filler… Well, this is the best I’ve got. Sorry, really.” Gabi took two more slices and laid them atop one another, forming a pizza sandwich. Then she did the same with the remaining two, and held both her sandwiches in each hand. “But if you want, I could maybe swallow down a piece inside of a plastic bag or something! If you want a snack!” Would that be a comfort? From how curvy the girl in Gabi’s belly was, she assumed that Vivian liked to eat. But…
 
 
“No thanks. I don’t think I have much of an appetite right now. Probably won’t for like a week after this…” Vivian mumbled that last bit, but Gabi could hear it crystal clear. “I’m ok now. I understand why you’re doing this. And while I’m definitely not enjoying it… I-If eating me and glutting yourself silly means you won’t have to digest someone against your will, then…” Vivian trailed off, and Gabi could feel a slight, gentle rubbing at the inside of her stomach walls. That certainly said more than words could.~
 
 
 
“Thank you.~” Gabi cooed, lying one of her sandwiches down atop her tummy table and rubbing back at Vivian’s hand as it stroked her tum from inside. “I promise I’m eating as fast as I can. And once I’m done, the shower is all yours. I’ll even help you wash… Off… If you want.” Gabi tried to catch herself before the intrusive thought slipped out of her mouth, but it spilled past her now pursed lips all the same.
 
 
 
There was a moment of silence before Vivian replied, though her rubs didn’t stop. “Um… Maybe? I dunno, might be… Interesting.” She cracked up after saying that final word, and Gabi found herself joining in. She tried so hard to keep her belly from bouncing or squeezing whenever she laughed, but it was just so hard to do when she was so wonderfully filled up…~
 
 
 
“Well, whatever the case, you’re welcome to a shower. And I’ll help you figure out the clothes situation too, so don’t worry about that either. It’s getting pretty late, so if nothing else, you can just stay overnight, and I’ll order you some clothes with next-day shipping. You can wear one of my PJ shirts like a blanket before then.” Gabi giggled, holding the tip of one of her pizza sandwiches to her lips. Though she waited for a moment before sliding it inside. “... That is, if you trust me enough to believe I won’t treat you like a midnight snack.”
 
Vivian snorted from inside Gabi’s tum, and the entire, bulgy orb jolted as she did. “Judging by how you gulped me down, I really shouldn’t. But… I wanna believe that you mean what you say. Even if you don’t, the worst I’ll get is a pity party from my Pred family members.” Vivian shifted inside, bulges rising and falling on the surface of Gabi’s stomach as she made an effort to sit up straighter. “Plus, we’re past the point where I think any psycho Pred would go. They’d be too horny to keep from gloating or cracking at least a little by this point. So yeah. As long as I don’t spend the night in your gut,” Vivian slapped the fleshy wall she was sitting against, and Gabi bit her lip as a dull thud sounded in her ears from the rippling impact. “I think that’d be nice. Been a while since I had a sleepover. Though I usually wasn’t on the snack menu at those…”
 
Both women shared a laugh at that, and Gabi hurried to finish up the last remains of the pizza she’d been working on–slipping both pizza-sandwiches through her lips one after another, and even plucking up a stray pepperoni that had fallen off in the box just to make sure she would be getting as full as she possibly could. There was enough food inside her belly to feed a few people already, but it wasn’t any larger than when she’d started thanks to the presence of the entire person sitting inside it. The capacity of a Predator was insane, hence why Gabi had ordered practically the restaurant’s entire stock. And even with what she had, she was still a little worried that she wouldn’t end up full enough to convince her gut that it was too full to digest a person anyway…
 
 
 
Not that she’d let that stop her! If she ran out of pizza and stuff, Gabi would just waddle her gravid gut over to her fridge and shovel every last thing inside into a new, round, fleshy container, and wouldn’t stop until she was feeling positively ready to explode. Her tum was hungry after all, and if it wanted to make her all achy because of that, by god, she’d fill it.
 
 
 
… Trains of thought like that were dangerous. Not only were Preds capable of eating people, they also enjoyed it. The sorts of chemicals a Pred’s brain released when they were full of a good meal–kicky or otherwise–were similar to ones it released when they were sharing a bed with a lover. Sometimes even more intense. Gabi couldn’t afford to let herself get lost in that gluttonous haze, just like she couldn’t slack with her eating. She had to manage both, no matter how much her thighs rubbed together, nor how sore her throat would get, or how stuffed her belly felt.
 
 
 
So, after giving her tum a few rubs in rhythm with Vivian, Gabi stuffed the waist-hem of her sweater underneath her breasts and pulled the next pizza over, ready to speed things up a little.
 
 
 
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How many pizzas had Gabi eaten by now? Thirty? Forty? Vivian wasn’t sure. Gabi had decided to take a break from pizza, and now wing after sauced wing fell into the food-pit she temporarily called home. There was enough food in here now that Vivian could comfortably sit on top of it all like she was queen of a small, greasy mountain. She would’ve been buried underneath it all if she hadn’t. Underneath her seat was a gurgling, bubbling, gloopy mound of chime that was being digested by Gabi’s acids. It sort of felt like she was sitting on a waterbed, honestly. Pretty fun, if she ignored the possibility of breaking through her buffer and getting digested along with the rest of the slop.
 
 
 
Surprisingly, it hadn’t gotten any harder to breathe since Gabi had started really filling up, though the smell had definitely gotten worse. Vivian guessed that she was making sure to swallow air along with each food item she devoured whole. So considerate–she’d even slid a pillow underneath her belly in an attempt to make it a little more comfy for Vivian. Turned out that Gabi’s thighs were more comfy, and so the pillow had been tossed, but the thought was still sweet.
 
 
 
“W-Wings are- GohhHhHOOOUUUUUUURP!~ -fuck.~ Sorry. Wings are done.” Gabi’s belly squeezed inwards every time she belched, though not enough to be painful. It really felt more like a hug than an attempt to crush Vivian’s bones. She also seemed to be speaking in a voice an octave or two lower than before–almost more sultry. Or… Tired? Glutted? One of the three, or perhaps a combination. “Gonna have- BOOOOURP!~ -t-the breadsticks next.”
 
Vivian smiled, shaking her head as she sat cross-legged on her food mountain. “You don’t need to clear what you eat with me. It’s gonna be gross one way or another, so I really don’t mind. As long as you don’t decide to gulp down a second naive delivery gal, we’re alright.” Vivian elbowed Gabi in the gut, smirking.
 
 
 
Gabi let out a closed-lipped moan–from the sound of it–then giggled a little. The tum didn’t shake as much now that it had an unyielding mound of food weighing it down. “Oh, believe me.” Gabi said, pausing to belch into the back of her hand. “C-Couldn’t fit another one if I tried. Feel like I’m gonna pop already and there’s… S-Still so much left.~” Gabi said, breathless. Then, following another series of shuffling sounds, and some intense gulping afterwards, the first breadstick fell right down into Gabi’s gut, landing right in between the gap in Gabi’s crossed legs.
 
 
 
“Gross.” Vivian said, kicking it away. “You’re like a fuckin’ snake, my god…~” Vivian hadn’t intended the slightly teasy inflection, but, well… Gabi wasn’t the only one feeling a little hot.~ She never imagined that she could be into this, but with how Gabi was softly moaning after each gulp, tenderly touching her belly and obviously enjoying herself, the pleasure had become infectious. No way would she ever tell a living soul about this, though. It’d be her own little private, pleasurable shame.
 
 
 
But… She would need to tell a certain few people about what had happened, at least. The fact that she’d been gobbled up. Her mom, first of all. She’d probably be so shocked that one of her daughters got eaten that she’d end up staying by Vivian’s bedside as she slept, afraid that some nasty boogeywoman Predator would slip out of her closet and gulp her down in the dead of night. That was just the kind of woman her mom was–super protective and caring… She was sort of like Gabi when it came to eating prey, honestly. Though she did indulge at the restaurants every now and then, and she sometimes liked the intense feeling of a prey that didn’t exactly agree with her.
 
 
 
The other person she had to tell was her boss. Vivian might’ve hated her job, but she definitely didn’t wanna get fired. But, well… Her boss was an ass. She probably wouldn’t believe Vivian unless she had some kind of proof to back up her vorish claim. Luckily, Vivi had an idea… An indulgent one, considering the things she was now finding out about herself. But it’d definitely work as proof too. She only needed to get Gabi to agree to it…
 
 
 
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Gabi… Gabi was gonna burst.~
 
 
 
Not actually. She was pretty sure, at least. But it sure did feel like she was going to. Mmh, the feeling of being so glutted was sending shockwaves through her entire nervous system.~ She’d already finished off all of the pizza and wings, and all that remained were the bread/cheese sticks… Even that felt like it’d be too much.~
 
She was entirely wrong in the assumption that this wouldn’t be enough to fill her. Even for a 7 foot tall amazon of a Latina, roughly sixty-five pizzas–nearly all extra large–twenty orders of wings–five of each of their flavor offerings–and who-knew how many bread and cheese sticks still waiting to be eaten… Well, it was a lot. Too much, even.
 
 
 
Exactly what she needed it to be.
 
 
 
Gabi wasn’t about to stop either–no. She needed to keep this feeling, not let it slip away. Maybe even intensify it. This overwhelmed, stuffed, nearly immobile feeling was exactly what she’d been chasing. If her belly was this full, then it wouldn’t care if it had a prey lodged inside of it or not. But she needed to ensure it stayed that way, even after she spat Vivian out. So away went the empty breadstick box she’d just finished off, and here came the next-
 
 
 
“Gabi?” A voice came from within Gabriella, barely audible over the cacophony of gurgles and rumbles coming from her gut’s pained digestion. The orb had been rather oddly shaped before, with bulges sticking out here and there, completely giving away the fact that there was an entire person tucked snuggly away in her gut. But after all that food, her tum had become a good bit more rounded. The bulges could really only be seen whenever Vivian squirmed around. “Can you hear me?” She asked, her voice a bit louder than before.
 
 
 
“Yes!” Gabi replied, raising her voice as well, even though she knew Vivian could hear her perfectly well in there. Oops. That was a little silly. “Y-Yeah, I can heeeEERrRrOOOUURP!~ H-Hear you!” Gabi sighed, patting the sides of her rumbling belly. So noisy…~
 
 
 
“Um, I need to ask a favor! If that’s ok.” Vivian squirmed just a little as she spoke, as if she were trying to maneuver around and get better cell service so that Gabi could hear her better. How cute was that?~
 
“Sure!” Gabi said, holding a belch down so she could continue. “Anything you want.” She gave the side she was pretty sure Vivian was sitting against a couple of rubs.
 
 
 
“You took off my pants, right? Well, I need you to get my phone out of there.” Ooh, her work… Gabi had forgotten all about that. She needed to call and tell her boss that she’d be taking the rest of the day off… Well, it was too late now. But maybe she could still salvage things somehow if she sent a message now?
 
Gabi replied in the affirmative, then slid her hands underneath her gut and… N-Nope. Nuh uh. No way was she moving from this spot. Her tum was just too heavy… But she felt silly for even trying to get up as she looked around a little afterwards. She hadn’t even realized that she’d thrown Vivian’s pants in the direction of her couch as she was gobbling the girl up. What a lucky break!
 
Gabi reached over and grabbed them with some effort, and a few sloshes from her stuffed stomach as well. She fished in their pockets, and eventually found Vivian’s phone–which was in a suitably glittery phone case.
 
 
 
“Alright, got it!” Gabi said with a victorious giggle and a little pat to her tum. “So, you just want me to swallow it down in a bag, or-”
 
“No no!” Vivian thrashed for a second, then began rubbing Gabi’s stomach walls while the Pred herself bit her bottom lip in absolute delight. “Sorry. But no, I need you to keep it. So, um… S-So you can take a picture of me in here.”
 
 
 
Oh. Ooooh! Gabi got it now.~ She thought the bubblegum cutie had been sounding a little too energetic for a while there.~ She was enjoying herself! Eeee! Gabi felt so happy she could cry at that realization. But no. Vivian needed her help, and she was gonna give it. Giving her boss a good, self-explanatory picture of what had held Vivian up for so long would help her case for sure, prey-awakening aside.~
 
“Totally!” Gabi said, clearing her throat and tossing her hair over her shoulder as she flicked her way into the camera of Vivian’s phone. “So, tell me how you want it. Ooh, just a suggestion, but it might look extra convincing if you stick your hands out a little.~ Make some obvious prey bulges, y’know?” Oof, Gabi was sure that Vivian would be able to tell how excited this was making her by the way her heart was thudding.
 
 
 
“Y-Yeah, I was gonna do that.” Vivian mumbled, then pressed her hands firmly into the sides of Gabi’s insides and pushed outward. “That good?” She asked, grunting a little from how much effort it took to stretch Gabi’s already paper-thin skin even further. God, that felt so good.~
 
 
 
“Mhm!” Gabi said, angling the camera to get a good shot of her lips, breasts and belly. A real egomaniac Pred would’ve made sure to get all the goods in one shot, so she had to make this believable… Ooh! Wait. “Hold that pose just a sec, hon!”
 
 
 
Where did it go… Gabi felt around for something she’d pulled out of Vivian’s pockets while searching for her phone. It couldn’t have rolled too far- Aha! A sharpie.~
 
 
 
Gabi popped the cap off with her teeth and spat it aside, then angled the phone to her side, where she wrote an “S” on the side of her tum to check if the camera would invert it. The last thing she wanted was for the message she was planning on writing to accompany her glowing “Review” to be backwards and barely legible.
 
 
 
Once she was certain, Gabi got to scribbling. She drew five stars on the top of her bare belly, filled them all in, then added the message “Absolutely delicious, everything I hoped for. Oh, and the pizza was ok too.” in cursive writing above the stars.
 
 
 
She stifled a laugh once finished, and raised Vivian’s phone once more to finally take the picture–sticking a breadstick in her mouth and chomping on the end, making sure to smile and including all the goods in the shot as well. Once she snapped it, she pushed the bread all the way down her throat with her index finger and sat the phone aside.
 
“Done! You can do whatever you need to with that pic once you’re out. I don’t wanna accidentally send it to your mom or something.” She chuckled, rubbing Vivian’s head through her stretched, achy tummy.
 
 
 
“Thank you so much!” Vivian said, rubbing Gabi’s tum from inside once more. Those felt so much better now that she was so much more full.~ “I’ll send that to my boss later. But really, thank you for doing that! If there’s anything I can do to repay you, just say the word.”
 
 
 
Gabi chuckled, arching her back a little further to look at the full expanse of her massive gut. This might’ve been the biggest it had ever been.~ “I think it’s a little backwards for you to want to repay the person who ate you. I was just helping you out, don’t worry about it!” She rubbed Vivian’s hands as the delivery girl rubbed in turn. “Though… If you really wanna do something, just keep up that rubbing.~”
 
 
 
Vivian seemed to have no issue with that, and even started to get more into it after Gabi finished speaking. Hooh, with Vivian’s rubs doing wonders to both soothe and please Gabi’s tum, the rest of the food seemed like it’d be gone in a flash.~ Time to get at it…~
 
 
 
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Gabi had stopped eating for a moment. And to be quite honest, Vivian was glad that she had. Not only was it getting kinda cramped in here, it was also getting a little hard to breathe since all that food left very little room for air. Vivian was pressed against one of Gabi’s walls by now, her view consisting entirely of entire and semi-chewed breadsticks, cheesesticks, and some sweeter things that Vivian didn’t remember being on Gabi’s order–like some melty ice cream and gooey cake. There was even an entire slice of red velvet that looked to have been swallowed whole…
 
 
 
Gabi had stood from her seated position a few minutes ago–following a few minutes of grunts, swears, and strained lifting–which left Vivian’s temporary home in a state of disarray. Whereas she had been sitting atop the food before, Vivian was now covered in it–the chime and whole food items piling up on her like the worst smelling blanket ever as she was forced into a somewhat comfortable position against the wall of her Predator’s tummy.
 
 
 
What was worse than the fact that she was being buried in food was the fact that, apparently, Gabi couldn’t hear her any longer… Her stomach was just being too loud as it digested, working hard to pump all of those nutrients through her digestive system and churning like a flooded washing machine as it struggled to break down all that cheese, dough and meat Gabi had forced into it. Even Preds got tummy aches, even if they found them rather nice.
 
 
 
Judging from the barely audible humming coming from outside, how Vivian kept getting sloshed around as Gabi bent over, and the fact that it was getting a little chilly despite how hot Gabi’s cauldon of a gut was, Vivi assumed that Gabi had moved from her couch to her kitchen, and was grabbing whatever she wanted from her fridge. Which–presumably–meant that she’d already finished off all the food that Vivian had delivered. All of the pizza, breadsticks, and everything else that had left no space at all in Vivian’s backseat, passenger seat, and even had to be strapped down into the trunk of her car too in order to fit it all.
 
 
 
An entire, unchewed brownie fell into Vivian’s lap. This woman was still eating, after all that?
 
 
 
Vivian felt almost shellshocked at the rabid display of gluttony she’d found herself a part of. Gabi hadn’t even spoken to her for the past few minutes, ever since she’d started struggling to her feet. Vivian hoped that was because Gabi couldn’t hear her, or vice versa. The alternative–that Gabi had fallen into a state of gluttonous frenzy after filling her gut past capacity–something that was quite common for Preds–was just too dreadful to imagine…
 
 
 
Minutes passed, just as food did the same through Gabi’s lips. She was mostly gorging herself on desserts, though a few select savory items also found their way into the stewing pot that was Gabi’s stomach. It just seemed so unreal that someone–anyone, Pred or not–could eat this much.
 
 
 
And then it happened. As the food became so dense that it only left a little pocket for Vivian’s upper body, and a chocolate chip cookie fell down into the pit of chime, a strange rumble sounded through Gabi’s belly. Her stomach walls shook, constricted, forcing Vivian to come face to face with the abundance of food she was forced to call a roommate. The food began to shift around, a bubbling, tickling sensation coming from the slush towards the bottom of the belly. Had something not agreed with her? Or… Had Gabi pushed things too far? She did say that she felt as if she could explode earlier, but that had just been a tease, right?
 
Predators didn’t burst, right?
 
 
 
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Gabi sealed her lips around her fingertip, hiccuping as she felt the cookie slide across her tongue. Fuck, she was gonna pop for sure.~ She hadn’t ever been this full–this stuffed, this glutted, this fucking massive in her entire life. And she was in love.~ She could totally see why some Preds just let loose, stuffing their guts full of prey and gloating about it to everyone they met. Feeling this stretched and gigantic just made her feel so powerful–like she could swallow up the entire planet and still have room to gulp the moon for dessert.~
 
 
 
She dropped her hands to her belly–her rock hard, throbbing, hot belly–and threw her head back, preparing to gulp the cookie just as she’d done with Vivian so long ago.
 
 
 
… Wait, Vivian!
 
Shit! Gabi had been so caught up in her feeding frenzy that she forgot all about the poor delivery girl! Oh god, if she ended up accidentally digesting Vivian after all that… What kind of monster would that make her? Gabi felt around for her belly friend, trying to find the living needle in her chime-filled haystack. Everything just felt so solid and uniform in there, it was nearly impossible to pick just one thing out. Even something as large as Vivian had been.
 
 
 
Found her! She was sitting close to Gabi’s right side, behind the massive wall of food that the Pred had gulped down over the past… Who-knew how many hours. That couldn’t be comfortable… Oof, now that she knew where Vivian was, it sort of felt like she was lodged in there. Poking out of Gabi’s belly in a way that was kind of uncomfy… Still, her comfort was secondary to Vivian’s safety.
 
 
 
Gabi swallowed the cookie, stifled a little burp, then opened her mouth to check on Vivian.
 
 
 
GRRrRRrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGRGRRGRRRROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNHHHH!~
 
 
 
Her belly became vocal before she could. That was loud. Loud enough to rattle the plates in her cupboards and jangle the utensils in their drawer. And it hadn’t entirely stopped. Gabi’s belly was vibrating under her touch, sensitive and delicate. Her skin felt thinner than paper.
 
Oh. Was she gonna explode?
 
 
 
It was rare, but Predators sometimes did bite off more than they could chew. A Pred’s stomach lining was tough enough to resist a bladed weapon or gunshot, but it could only stretch so much… Sometimes a Pred would stumble across a morsel that looked so tasty that it didn’t even matter that they were currently holding five fully grown adults inside their guts already. They’d gulp them down, then bloosh. A one way trip to Backup-ville for the Pred.
 
 
 
This… This seemed like that. Her stomach was hot, stretched beyond all prior limits, rumbling and creaking like mad–Gabi even thought she could feel the cold tile floor below on her lower tum, though she couldn’t see the bottom curve of her belly to confirm that it was indeed touching the ground. God, she didn’t even realize how full she was after all that pizza, and here she was stuffing her face even more! It was like she wanted to pop.
 
 
 
Something was coming either way. Her belly was tensing, squeezing, almost cramping up. Gabi had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the rising pressure, as whatever was happening inside reached its climax. She arched her back, trying to give her stomach as much room as she could, and gripped the countertop with one hand–the other staying behind to tightly clutch the bit of belly where Vivian was sitting. Then, after she clutched her eyes shut and braced while her belly squeezed harder than a boa constrictor, it happened.
 
 
 
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP- Grk!~
 
 
 
An absolutely volcanic belch rocketed from Gabi’s stomach. Though it was cut off as a forearm covered in pizza slop breached her lips. Gabi gasped around the arm, panicking and trying to get her bearings after surviving what seemed like an imminent burst and unleashing potentially the world’s largest belch. The fact that Vivian was now lodged in her throat didn’t help matters much.
 
 
 
“G-Gabi? Are you alright?” Vivian asked, tickling Gabi’s throat with her words. It was kinda touching that she’d be worried about Gabi at this moment; though Gabi herself was more worried for Vivian’s safety. “If you are, c-could you either spit me out or swallow me back down? This is kinda uncomfortable, and it’s getting a little tight- Eep!” Vivian yelped as Gabi suddenly grabbed onto her forearm and began pulling with all her might, yanking the girl upwards and out of her stomach bit by bit.
 
 
 
There was an instinctual panic inside of Gabi at what was happening–separate from the fading sense of panic she felt about potentially harming her former meal. It was in a Pred’s DNA to try and swallow down a fleeing meal, even if they were the one allowing them to flee. It took a lot out of Gabi to keep pulling, even as her throat muscles clamped down and her jaw threatened to clench shut. But if Gabi was full enough to have a bursting scare, then she was full enough to kill those dastardly cravings. And so Vivian’s overtime in her gut was at an end, whether or not her belly wanted to accept that.
 
 
 
Gabi felt the girl’s breasts roll against her tongue just seconds after her head popped free from her mouth–Vivian’s lips gasping for air like a fish freshly pulled from a pond, and shuddering as she felt a wet, ribbed organ rubbing against a certain sensitive area at her chest. Gabi blushed as she realized that she’d been taking her time when it came to pulling Vivian’s chest out, and so she picked up the pace with a grunt. She bent over, using a combo of her breasts pressing into her belly and gravity to help her release the poor woman. It seemed to be working, as Vivian’s hips entered Gabi’s mouth immediately after her waist had slipped past her lips. Gabi made sure to keep her tongue still as she felt the waistband of Vivian’s panties roll across her tongue, not wanting an even more intense repeat of what had happened with the whole chest thing.
 
 
 
After Vivian’s thighs slipped out, it was smooth sailing. She didn’t need to tug at all; Vivian’s calves and feet just slipped right on out, dropping the girl onto the tile below. The cold… Hard tile. Oops.
 
 
 
“Ow…” Vivian moaned, squirming around on the floor and trying to get used to being a person again, rather than food. Her eyes blinked, squinted. She wasn’t used to this much light anymore. Her hair was slick, speckled with food, and matted to her head. Her clothes were soaked and filthy, and her panties… W-Well, they weren’t hiding much anymore due to how drenched they were. “Feels like I just got born again… And not in the religious kinda way.”
 
 
 
Gabi giggled, wiping her mouth of saliva and hauling her gut back to her full height. She’d lost just a bit of roundness, but it was honestly hard to notice. She was just that glutted–even holding an entire person in her belly didn’t make a hugely drastic difference…~ Nope, don’t think about it. Can’t slip back into a frenzy, even if her tum did feel like it had a bit more room.
 
 
 
Speaking of how her tum felt… “I’m… Full.~” Gabi said, letting her hands drift all over her belly while she looked down at the filthy girl dirtying her floor. “I’m not hungry anymore. It worked!” She grinned, squealing with glee and attempting to jump for joy, before remembering just how heavy she was right now when her knees popped when she bent them.
 
 
 
“Yay!” Vivian said, finally managing to sit herself upright against a cabinet with a groan. “Happy to hear it. I’d be surprised if you weren’t, felt like I was gonna get crushed in there. Even before your gut started squeezing me like crazy and flung me right up your throat…” She paused to cough after taking a deep breath, her bubblegum flying right out of her mouth after surviving a trip inside a Pred’s tum, but she didn’t dare wipe her mouth. “Um, not to be a bother while you’re busy celebrating or anything… But about that shower.”
 
 
 
Gabi chuckled, then nodded. She was in such high spirits that she didn’t even flinch as she squatted down and scooped the revolting-smelling girl into her arms, carrying her atop her gut like it were a shelf. And… Coating it in foodstuff and slime. Oops, again. Now she needed a shower too… Hm… Maybe her earlier offer of a double shower would come in handy…~
 
 
 
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One shower later, and Vivian was feeling like a newborn baby. In a good way, this time. The shower itself had been a bit awkward, as she’d shared it with Gabi and been too anxious to try anything… Or even to look at the undressed, glutted girl. It had been a little cramped in there too… But it wasn’t all bad! She definitely preferred being cramped in a space with the belly, to being cramped in a space inside the belly. As far as comfort went, at least. The kinkyness of it was an entirely different story…~ One she’d have to figure out before doing anything else with it, for sure.
 
 
 
But that was for a different time. For now, she had been given a clean set of clothes–a PJ shirt that was long enough to look more like a dress on Vivian, and the panties she’d been wearing before, run through the wash as they showered–and was sharing a bed with the woman who had swallowed her up hours before. Neither of them were asleep, but Gabi refused to let Vivi take the couch, and Vivian wasn’t about to kick Gabi out of her own bed. And so they found themselves here, in this strange position, with their backs to one another, and sexual tension so thick that Vivian was surprised Gabi hadn’t taken a bite out of it yet.
 
 
 
Gooowww…~
 
 
 
Ugh, that wasn’t helping either… Gabi was stuffed to the gills, and you could tell from the punk rock band that was performing inside her guts. Vivian, on the other hand, hadn’t eaten for hours. She was starving… But she didn’t wanna ask for permission to grab a bite after assuring Gabi that she’d be fine without it…
 
 
 
“Alright, that’s it.” Gabi said, grunting as she turned onto her back, then threw her arms forward and performed a beginner-level situp with a professional-level weight attached to her core. “I’m making you something. Don’t care what it is; you name it, I’m cooking it. Doesn’t matter if I have to drive to the supermarket to get ingredients either, just say the word.” She stared down at Vivi, hands hugging her tum, as Vivian looked over her shoulder at the towering, beautiful woman who was eclipsing the moonlight as it leaked in through her bedside window. “Not like either of us are going to sleep anytime soon anyway.”
 
 
 
Vivian had never felt such unadulterated gay panic. A beautiful woman with a massive gut was offering to make her a meal of her choosing? Where did she sign, and can she get swallowed again afterwards?
 
 
 
Joking and infernal, carnal thoughts aside, this seemed like a good opportunity to test something Vivian had been wondering about… “Ok.” Vivian replied, mimicking Gabi’s situp and somehow struggling, despite how easy Gabi had made it seem. “If that’s how it’s gonna be, then I don’t want just one meal. I wanna eat until my b-belly is like that.” Vivian poked Gabi’s tum in the side, drawing a belch from the woman’s lips. “P-Proportionately, of course.” Vivian said, shying away from the idea just as soon as she saw how widely it made Gabi smile. It was just… If she couldn’t be like the rest of her family in the whole “Eating people” thing, she at least wanted to keep up with their eating and tums. Plus, the noises Gabi made whenever her belly growled louder than usual were making Vivian jealous.~
 
 
 
Gabi didn’t need to hear anything more. She jumped out of bed, her belly bobbing in the air for a moment as her PJ T-shirt flew up and revealed her green panty-clad rump for just a second. Then, she turned to face Vivian, one hand on the top of her person-sized gut as she stared down at the comparatively tiny woman with a smile.
 
 
 
“It’s music to my ears to hear you say that.~ God, you’d look so good with a food baby…~” She cooed, patting her food octuplets. “I’ll make you whatever you want, and however much of it! I’ll be your personal cook for the night. And besides…” She patted her bump again, slower this time. “I need to keep this gal topped up! Don’t wanna have to swallow you again… Though something tells me you wouldn’t mind that too much.~” She giggled, turning away and walking over to her dresser to grab a pair of pants.
 
 
 
Vivian was left blushing and giggling. She was so embarrassed that Gabi had caught on, but she couldn’t deny it at all. Instead, she climbed out of bed and held her hands to her slightly plush tummy, imagining how it’d look in a few hours… This was gonna be an interesting night for sure.~ And an interesting day tomorrow, if she showed up to work looking ready to pop a kid out… But that bridge would be crossed when she came to it. The picture Gabi had taken would do the trick, surely.
 
 
 
… She was a bit more worried about what she’d tell her mother when her Observer daughter came home looking like she swallowed an infant. Maybe Gabi could cover for her. Wait, was she thinking about introducing her to her parents already? That was a little fast, wasn’t it-
 
Her train of thought was derailed when the pair of pants she’d been wearing earlier was suddenly tossed right in her face. Gabi giggled afterwards, and dashed out of the room as she worked on buttoning up her jeans–underneath her huge gut this time. Alright, that put a smile back on Vivi’s face.
 
No more worrying about what would come after. Whatever came next, they were gonna have some fun tonight.~