Asking her to flop it down onto the table and asking it questions that I can’t respond to because I’m only half-conscious and the bubbly, squelching gurgles are overwhelmingly loud compared to my slurred voice.

The doctor pressing up a stethoscope against the gut in the hopes to hear me better... giving up when it doesn't help. Feeling up my pred's swollen middle, casually telling her to drink more water once I pass out because it'll help digestion.

Just... everyone regarding me and my eventual fate but still treating me like food or a bad stomach cramp that'll just settle down. Something about that is sooo good!!

And after that, there are still options.... maybe the doctor gives my pred some digestion pills that speed up the process, and they both watch as I begin to squirm again. Her belly becomes a bubbling cauldron and long, deep groans sound out... my high-pitched whimpers of surprise raise a muffled crescendo and then stop entirely as her stomach shrinks rapidly ☠️

Like, just imagine--CEO is a little bored, and she spots her secretary and basically sort of pounces on them, cracking a joke about how she REALLY shouldn't let her secretaries just wander around looking and smelling so scrumptious... And then, she pulls them into a different room.

Of course, the secretary is super flustered, and they try and half-heartedly say that they really should get back to work, because they have some important errands to run, and wouldn't it be counterproductive to interrupt them?

The CEO, however, doesn't care one bit. She can't let an opportunity like this slip her up--nobody else is around, and she's got her favorite secretary cornered...

So, with a series of thick, muffled gulps, the CEO swallows down her secretary. Anyone passing by can hear the slow, deep gulps, but everyone knows better than to interrupt the CEO (no matter how jealous they are--but whether or not they want to be the pred or the prey is anyone's best guess).

When she goes home that night, she's able to lay flat on her stomach. Her belly spills out just a tad, and finally, that's when the unfortunate morsel in her body is visible. Her sides bulge out a little as the prey within squirms and struggles for release, but now, it's much more challenging, since the prey is practically being crushed now.

It's all to make the pred feel better. She LOVES feeling the straining inside of her, the desperate pushing and scrambling for purchase...

When your research assistants are so useless you just turn them into a belly table.

vore day countdown: 7/8