This in an animated GIF, you may need to Full View or Download to animate it
It was a moment he always relished. That feeling of his prey sinking beneath the compression of his chest and into the loose, heated embrace of his stomach. What before had been empty growls of hunger as flavor laden saliva had flooded down his throat while the hyena savored and tasted every inch of his prey's body turned into erotic sounding groans as his inner flesh spread around the body that was being pushed into it by the squeezing insistence of his throat. There was an immensely enjoyable sensation of tightness and satisfaction as the muscles of his abdominal wall strained outward around his prey. The hyena's intestines gurgled as they shifted to make room for the stuffed stomach and the hyena felt a satisfying lessening of the tension as his belly button pushed outward with a pleasant tingle.
It was only an instant later, having fully entered within the stomach and being surrounded in the darkness and pounding noises of heart above and wet squelches of the flesh around him that the prey within began to struggle. The hyena let out a satisfied sigh as the surface of his stomach began to tremble and nudge outward before the unwilling meal got more leverage in the slippery gut and began to really push and strain against the innards of the belly. The violence could be heard in hollow thumps and in how the hyena's breaths were staggered with each movement by pushing air in or out as he exhaled and inhaled.
There was muffled pleading and yelling, mostly overwhelmed by the noises of the air shifting around the squirms within. The stuffed predator ignored this, already hardly even thinking about his prey as a person as he settled a hand to his stomach and tenderly felt the firmness of the bulge within. This rubbing and feeling only elicited more energetic fighting within his body as the prey refused to contemplate what was going to happen to his naked figure now that he was inside of a hyena's stomach being generously coated in acidic slime secreted and churned against him. The hyena began to rub his belly up and down, greatly enjoying how full his stomach felt, how good it felt to feel live prey moving inside and stimulating his stomach to more generously secrete digestive fluids and churn against it.
Overly forceful punches and kicks within were reacted to by his body without even a thought as abdominal muscles and the stomach itself would reflexively tense and clench inward, keeping the prey compressed and without leverage every time he pushed too much. It served to wear him down and keep him able to only squirm so much in the active stomach. He was only allowed to struggle as much as was enjoyable feeling to the predator and helpful to the hungry body he was within by helping the stomach churn its own juices against his body and help it in processing him from a person into raw nourishment to be absorbed and used as the hyena's body required.
There was a pleasurable tingle in his navel every time his hand slid over it in its massaging of his gut, and he occasionally paused to explore these sensations more directly by squeezing his belly button or even pushing it deep down until he could feel his finger pushing it directly against his entrapped prey. The squirming and rubbing were making him release small burps as bit by bit the humid air within was sent back out, and the hyena spent a long while enjoying the weakening struggled of his prey still idly rubbing his navel and listening to the deepening groans and gurgles as his stomach filled more and more with slippery fluids pooling over his prey's exposed body eager to work upon it.
The hyena finally decided it was time an hour or two later, sitting up slightly, causing his gut to clench against the prey and rouse a renewed bout of squirming. "Alright, it's time for you to go on now. My belly has a lot of work to do and it's time for you to give in to your final purpose of feeding me." His stomach clenched even more, the muscles showing through the fat and fur and his navel even sucking back down into his belly as the hyena began a drawn out, wet sounding belch that gradually purged all of the air from inside of his stomach. He could taste his prey in that emerging breath, as well as how he was already feeling the effects of digestion from being submerged in the acid of the belly for this long. He'd had his fun, so now it was time for the prey to pass on, become still in his stomach, and let nature take its course.
The struggling that happened as all of the air left was as intense and when his meal had first dropped into the stomach earlier, but it was not as noisy as without air there were just thick fluids surrounding the prey that muffled the thumping against the surface of his belly and kept the prey from even crying out lest the last breath of air he would ever take escape his lungs. It didn't take long before the frantic fight within became so severe than even his reflexive muscle tensing could not restrain the prey. The hyena rode out the struggle as the force of the motions made his belly rock and lurch back and forth. After about two minutes the kicking began to die down though, the prey's air running out and his body weakening as oxygen became a scare resource.
The hyena rubbed a paw slowly over his stomach as the movements began to subside and grow weak as his stomach overcame his prey. It was not a place designed for someone to survive within for long, after all. As his stomach continued to churn against the solid body inside of him and groan there were a few last jerking kicks and twitches before his belly was still of all movement except when it would squeeze its meal so hard he was shifted inside slightly. All that squeezing of his unconscious frame eventually resulted into a belch from the hyena as the air left his lungs and was replaced with stomach juices, and as he patted his stomach afterward the hyena knew that now his prey was truly gone.
"Thanks for the meal, little guy! Now you're beyond any more fear or worry about this. I've heard prey might still be able to hear at this point while their body shuts down, and you were wonderful. Just let the darkness of eternity comfort you now while I take care of you in there. You serve a higher purpose now and will become part of me." He gave his belly a pat, starting to feel increasingly satisfied as his stomach sensed more protein sluicing off of his prey's body. Soon he would not even be recognizable as who he once was in the stomach. His gut had already claimed his unique identity. Now it went after his physical features and body. Eventually his bones, cells, and even DNA would be destroyed and re-purposed inside of the hyena too, all taken apart and remade into the image of his predator, as nature intended.
And he loved every second of doing it.
This wonderful piece was done by alt-h
I cannot express how much I love this. I want to rub his belly and play with that popped out navel so badly while listening to the groans of digestion inside!
Keep in mind I am open to joint shared cost commissions for subjects that interest me involving my hyena or thylacine characters acting as predators or cooperative preds or being in other situations that cause their bellies to get full. Maybe general lewd stuff as well. The better you know my interests, the more likely I am to take you up on an idea offer!
It was a moment he always relished. That feeling of his prey sinking beneath the compression of his chest and into the loose, heated embrace of his stomach. What before had been empty growls of hunger as flavor laden saliva had flooded down his throat while the hyena savored and tasted every inch of his prey's body turned into erotic sounding groans as his inner flesh spread around the body that was being pushed into it by the squeezing insistence of his throat. There was an immensely enjoyable sensation of tightness and satisfaction as the muscles of his abdominal wall strained outward around his prey. The hyena's intestines gurgled as they shifted to make room for the stuffed stomach and the hyena felt a satisfying lessening of the tension as his belly button pushed outward with a pleasant tingle.
It was only an instant later, having fully entered within the stomach and being surrounded in the darkness and pounding noises of heart above and wet squelches of the flesh around him that the prey within began to struggle. The hyena let out a satisfied sigh as the surface of his stomach began to tremble and nudge outward before the unwilling meal got more leverage in the slippery gut and began to really push and strain against the innards of the belly. The violence could be heard in hollow thumps and in how the hyena's breaths were staggered with each movement by pushing air in or out as he exhaled and inhaled.
There was muffled pleading and yelling, mostly overwhelmed by the noises of the air shifting around the squirms within. The stuffed predator ignored this, already hardly even thinking about his prey as a person as he settled a hand to his stomach and tenderly felt the firmness of the bulge within. This rubbing and feeling only elicited more energetic fighting within his body as the prey refused to contemplate what was going to happen to his naked figure now that he was inside of a hyena's stomach being generously coated in acidic slime secreted and churned against him. The hyena began to rub his belly up and down, greatly enjoying how full his stomach felt, how good it felt to feel live prey moving inside and stimulating his stomach to more generously secrete digestive fluids and churn against it.
Overly forceful punches and kicks within were reacted to by his body without even a thought as abdominal muscles and the stomach itself would reflexively tense and clench inward, keeping the prey compressed and without leverage every time he pushed too much. It served to wear him down and keep him able to only squirm so much in the active stomach. He was only allowed to struggle as much as was enjoyable feeling to the predator and helpful to the hungry body he was within by helping the stomach churn its own juices against his body and help it in processing him from a person into raw nourishment to be absorbed and used as the hyena's body required.
There was a pleasurable tingle in his navel every time his hand slid over it in its massaging of his gut, and he occasionally paused to explore these sensations more directly by squeezing his belly button or even pushing it deep down until he could feel his finger pushing it directly against his entrapped prey. The squirming and rubbing were making him release small burps as bit by bit the humid air within was sent back out, and the hyena spent a long while enjoying the weakening struggled of his prey still idly rubbing his navel and listening to the deepening groans and gurgles as his stomach filled more and more with slippery fluids pooling over his prey's exposed body eager to work upon it.
The hyena finally decided it was time an hour or two later, sitting up slightly, causing his gut to clench against the prey and rouse a renewed bout of squirming. "Alright, it's time for you to go on now. My belly has a lot of work to do and it's time for you to give in to your final purpose of feeding me." His stomach clenched even more, the muscles showing through the fat and fur and his navel even sucking back down into his belly as the hyena began a drawn out, wet sounding belch that gradually purged all of the air from inside of his stomach. He could taste his prey in that emerging breath, as well as how he was already feeling the effects of digestion from being submerged in the acid of the belly for this long. He'd had his fun, so now it was time for the prey to pass on, become still in his stomach, and let nature take its course.
The struggling that happened as all of the air left was as intense and when his meal had first dropped into the stomach earlier, but it was not as noisy as without air there were just thick fluids surrounding the prey that muffled the thumping against the surface of his belly and kept the prey from even crying out lest the last breath of air he would ever take escape his lungs. It didn't take long before the frantic fight within became so severe than even his reflexive muscle tensing could not restrain the prey. The hyena rode out the struggle as the force of the motions made his belly rock and lurch back and forth. After about two minutes the kicking began to die down though, the prey's air running out and his body weakening as oxygen became a scare resource.
The hyena rubbed a paw slowly over his stomach as the movements began to subside and grow weak as his stomach overcame his prey. It was not a place designed for someone to survive within for long, after all. As his stomach continued to churn against the solid body inside of him and groan there were a few last jerking kicks and twitches before his belly was still of all movement except when it would squeeze its meal so hard he was shifted inside slightly. All that squeezing of his unconscious frame eventually resulted into a belch from the hyena as the air left his lungs and was replaced with stomach juices, and as he patted his stomach afterward the hyena knew that now his prey was truly gone.
"Thanks for the meal, little guy! Now you're beyond any more fear or worry about this. I've heard prey might still be able to hear at this point while their body shuts down, and you were wonderful. Just let the darkness of eternity comfort you now while I take care of you in there. You serve a higher purpose now and will become part of me." He gave his belly a pat, starting to feel increasingly satisfied as his stomach sensed more protein sluicing off of his prey's body. Soon he would not even be recognizable as who he once was in the stomach. His gut had already claimed his unique identity. Now it went after his physical features and body. Eventually his bones, cells, and even DNA would be destroyed and re-purposed inside of the hyena too, all taken apart and remade into the image of his predator, as nature intended.
And he loved every second of doing it.
This wonderful piece was done by alt-h
I cannot express how much I love this. I want to rub his belly and play with that popped out navel so badly while listening to the groans of digestion inside!
Keep in mind I am open to joint shared cost commissions for subjects that interest me involving my hyena or thylacine characters acting as predators or cooperative preds or being in other situations that cause their bellies to get full. Maybe general lewd stuff as well. The better you know my interests, the more likely I am to take you up on an idea offer!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Hyena
Gender Male
Size 1000 x 1000px
Comments