Posted by Leifkin7 9 years ago Report

Dear Belly,

I am a human in a rather "dedicated" relationship with a blue jay. He and I met a couple of years ago at University, and we both knew that I was gonna be his food one day. More recently, he and I decided that it was time, and we have the date scheduled, set in a couple of weeks. The only problem is, he's very affectionate when it comes to his prey. He would coddle them, treat them well and kindly before eating them and that's great! My issue is though that my fantasy has always been to be dominated by my predator, being called food, have him play with my soft and partially digested form inside his abdomen while I'm still conscious. The mushy, lovey stuff never does it for me.
My beautiful blue jay has no problem with this... but he's terrible at it. Whenever we try to roleplay the situation (not with him actually eating me, just us playing out the scene) he's clumsy and goofy. Every line he uses comes across as cheesier than the cheese he'll put on me, or as cliche as his romantic comedy collection. Whenever we try to practice with some willing prey, it goes just as badly, plus I'm treated to a sort of disappointed look as I watch them vanish into his beak, never to be seen again.
My question is how can I help him become more dommy in his predation before the set date? I dont want to be eaten, and be disappointed by the experience, even though he's trying his hardest. We both want my last moments as something other than bird fat to be amazing. Do you have any dominating phrases that could help him out with treating me like the morsel of food that I am? Or maybe some things he could do to me that makes me feel like what I am: dinner.

Sincerely, Feather-fluffer in The United Kingdom

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Posted by ryanshowseason3 9 years ago Report

Wow you've really found your groove on this one. There is so much insight, you're dare I say 2 steps ahead of the reader in making inferences and pointing things out to the questioners. I like that I can skip some questions that don't appeal to me as well.

I might come up with my own question at some point... And I might *borrow* this format for my own world building.

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Posted by the_Wolf 9 years ago Report

Thanks, glad you're enjoying these and finding them interesting. I've tried to make the format easy to work with and just keep in character for each answer.

Be happy to see a question from you at some point, and I certainly don't have a trademark on the advice column idea. :) Go for it.

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Posted by ryanshowseason3 9 years ago Report

Dear Belly

I have a unique dual advice to ask you today. I find myself at an impasse. I'm a married man, father and a pillar of support for my wife's extended family, I have a more than decent job that lets me help those around me. They struggle financially due to being very prey oriented and not being able to hold a job while stewing in stomachs.

I don't fault them for it, it isn't something they do on purpose but I find myself being relied upon while I myself feel the pull to let my wife digest me. She has the same desire as well to see me reduced to a pile by her or another woman, but we can never quite reach a point where we are comfortable with how things would work with her family "post me".

The real kicker came a couple weeks ago though. Our teenage daughter has been getting into predding lately. She's signed up for a few vore dating websites and when searching in our area she unearthed my old prey profile from before I was married. She confronted me about it and wondered if I still wanted to be a girl's meal, namely hers. I told her I'd have to think about it and talk to her mother.

My wife is absolutely enamoured with the idea so no problems there, she said she might be tempted to feed our daughter as well and join me on her body. So I have two conundrums.

First my daughter is young (17 next month). I fear we may be hasty in leaving her on alone at her age. Reformation for us is a compromise on our interests, basically it's not hot unless it's for good. And I'm not sure I can trust a girl her age to make an informed decision and orphan herself.

Second I worry that even if it were just me I'd still be selfish in seeing my own desires realized and leaving my in laws to fend for themselves.

I suppose I could use insight from someone outside looking in as everyone I know has too much at stake in this to be impartial...

Thanks for your time,
Desperate in Delaware

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Posted by Kila 9 years ago Report

Dear Belly,

I'm Sure you remember me, i wrote under the name Forcefed in LC. I have to admit, i needed to think on your advice for a long while. Looked into reforming classes for a small while as you mentioned advising others to do. I mean thinking of this brought up more questions. What if i did this for her and liked it? If i can't bring her back then that's it. I could be happy with her being a part of me. But then again, as you said if i'm not gonna be a dedicated pred and learn to do this, it'd sort of be a waste of money and she might wanna keep doing it after the first time when I don't want to.

Though I can definitely say, i'd already made my decision. If she was going to be food for someone. It was going to be me. I couldn't risk her going out to find some other pred to fulfill her wishes, Your question though was a good one. If i'm gonna 'lose her' anyways 'How did I want to remember her?' The decision had been clear right from the get go. She was gonna be happy when the two of us became one. I even decided to surprise her somewhat in the fact I decided I was gonna do it. I snuck in a lick to her neck here and there. Even once purposefully upon her cheek and she even leaned against it when I did! So I at least knew she still wanted it.

So, the big night of telling her finally came. The look of utter joy that spread across her face was really enlightening. And slightly funny. I know willing prey live/die for this kind of moment. I admit it caught me off guard just a tad. Mostly because I don't normally pred on others and my mind went to thinking she'd turn out to be a little horrified. But there she was, little cottontail waggling with excitement. Though I had to sit her down again and tell her I wanted to talk with her about it first. She was just really gung-ho on just letting me shove her down my throat at first. But after a talk, well I discovered she liked fairy tales and so I decided to pick out the right one. As well as a few things to enhance her own savory flavor. Then picked the night this would happen.

At first I thought that night had come all too soon. But, there I was dressed in a woman's nightgown and sleeping cap, pair of wire frame glasses on the end of my muzzle while laying in bed. If it wasn't obvious by now, we'd decided to act out the little story of Red Riding hood. She wore nothing but a red hood when she came in too. But anyways. I'm rambling, she came in, we said our lines. A little mock chase later and I went for it. Almost coughed her back up a once or twice by mistake. But my belly soon had that nightgown stretched tight. And I have to say one thing, the feeling of having her trapped completely in my stomach, hearing her muffled words beneath my flesh and fur. Even her fake pleas to be released. It was all magical to me. Of course, as I said earlier, it was something i'd wondered over. But, it was too late to think about it. (Sorry rambling again.)

She's gone now, a simple layer of fat on my gut. But, we'd both enjoyed what happened that night after saying goodbye. It was a first, listening to the almost melodic churning of my gut working on it's largest meal ever.. But it also helped me realize. I'd liked the sensation of being a predator. Even as I write this, there are a pair of tasty treats 'enjoying' each others company in my shifting gut. In short, I gave the 'problem' a lot of thought and decided to give my friend what she wanted. She was happy when it happened. And i've never been happier. I've even got a girlfriend who thinks it hot to 'do it' while my gut writhes with prey. And i'd never have gotten here without my friends desire to be turned to my meal. And your advice of course.

Thank you, Sincerly,
Well fed new pred in LC

P. S. Apologies for such a long read, thought you'd enjoy a descriptive update

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Posted by vorelover3678 7 years ago Report

do you still do this?

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Posted by Bradleymiddler 6 years ago Report

It’s been years and you probably haven’t even thought about this series in quite some time, but inspiration struck and I just had to.

Here goes.

Dear Belly,

I’m a fairly built panthress in a pro-pred area, and I dated just the sweetest and geekiest guy you’d ever meet! Kind, adventurous, intelligent. Of course, we had a committed relationship, but he confided to me that he was very preyish. and wanted to disappear down a gullet now that he’d seen his fair share of the world. I couldn’t help but oblige him, but I made sure he partook of every part of my body, carnally, once or twice or thrice before I sent him down my throat. It was fantastic. His taste was rich and chocolatey, and he packed in snugly in my tank. I enjoyed every part of it: feeling the big lunpy bulge up, rubbing my fiancée-turned-lunch and patting his head, going around my day and drawing some curious eyes, feeling it shrink, working out and feeling his mass become my own. Not to mention... ah, toilet time as it were.

Of course, I informed the state and his family personally, but they took it... a little hard. He’d been their golden child and his mother just seemed so sad on the phone, especially when I loudly belched into the speaker while explaining. They’ve done up an old-style funeral for him a few weeks from now to let go.

Admission time. I’m usually very introverted, but just this once I wanna attend the funeral, strip to my fur and show off. I don’t want them to cry over an empty casket. I want to let this family see my form bare and run their hands all around their son’s true final resting place. My thighs, abs, biceps, breasts, and butt.. Look, I know this sounds fetishistic! But I just want them to feel the powerful muscle and luscious curves their beloved boy is a part of. I want them to know that he is not all gone. I want them to understand he wasn’t just workout fuel, that he’s a part of me... and his flesh and bone and blood are one with mine and always will be.

I even took up a couple of my beau’s hobbies, and keep mementos because I feel preds have a duty to honor their prey’s memories and pay it forward, although I’m no good writing.

But I don’t know whether they’d accept that truth. I get terrified they’ll feel slighted if I suddenly strip naked at their son’s funeral. I have no idea how I’d go about communicating this to the deeply bereaved and have them understand.

Most of all, I just don’t want them to be so sad over something this natural. I don’t want them to hate me. Is there any socially/acceptable way to play final farewells off for preds?

Sincerely, Concerned in Nevada.

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