The Park and the Predator

[fancomicsjohn]

I found her in the park. Not the tree-hugging, jogging type—no, this was a real giant. Towering over the oak trees, her boots crunched the pavement like gravel. I didn’t realize it at first. She was dressed in a tight, green dress that swayed when she moved, her hair like a dam of black silk. I was halfway through my usual smoke when I noticed her eyes locked on me. She winked.

“Hey there, little man,” she said, voice like a thunderclap. I stumbled backward. She laughed—a sound like boulders rolling—and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble. Just… perfect.”

Before I could run, she flicked her finger. Heat exploded in my chest. My skin crawled like ants were gnawing at my cells. I dropped to my knees, my hands shrinking, my clothes tearing. She leaned down, her breath smelling like strawberries and iron. “Let me help you,” she purred, scooping me up in her palm. I was a peanut in her grip.

“What the hell are you?” I hissed, my voice high and childlike. She grinned, showing pearly teeth. “Call me Bella. You’re my lucky day, honey.” She tossed me into her purse. The lining was red velvet, soft as a grave.

Inside her purse was a dungeon of delights. There was a mirror, a bottle of perfume that smelled like cherry blossoms, and… stuff I didn’t want to look at. She pulled out a syringe, humming. “This will make you nice and sleepy.” I tried to flee, but she pinched my neck. The needle stung, and the world spun.

When I woke, I was in a cage. Bella stood over me, dress hiked up to her waist. Her legs were rivers of muscle, hair curling like smoke around her hips. She knelt, fingers brushing my chest. “You’re awake! Perfect timing.”

“What are you doing?” I croaked. She smiled. “You’re dinner. Don’t worry, I’ll make it fun.”

She licked her lips, and the cage door snapped open. “Come here, pet.” I backed up, but my feet wouldn’t listen. Her hand closed around my ankle, yanking me to the edge of her belly button. The smell of her was sour and sweet, like ripe fruit. She laughed as I trembled. “You don’t have to be scared. Trust me?”

I didn’t answer. She opened her mouth. It was wide enough to swallow a rabbit, tongue pink and wet. I stepped closer, heart pounding. She caught me, lips brushing my forehead, then my eyes, my nose. I was inside a cave of breath and heat. “Oh, you taste good,” she mumbled. Her tongue rolled over my face, and I choked.

“Too fast?” she asked. I nodded. She grinned. “Hold on then.”

She swallowed me whole. Darkness. Pressure. Then, a slow, liquid slide down her throat. My body felt like it was melting, stretching, every cell screaming as I passed through her throat, stomach. She coughed, and I shot forward, tumbling into her belly. The walls were spongy, veins pulsing like rivers under skin. I was alone, save for a flicker of light from her heart glowing in the distance.

I waited. Then I heard it—a growl, deep and hungry. Bella’s hand slammed the cage, shaking the ground. “Bad Bella,” she sneered, pinching her thigh. “You’re not supposed to let them get away.” She stripped, the light catching the scars on her hips, and I shuddered. “Let’s find my little snack.”

She crawled into her own stomach, her giant hand squishing the walls until she found me. I hid under a vein, but she yanked me out, smirking. “Nope. You’re not done with me yet.” She kissed me, her saliva thick and warm. I tasted myself, her, something metallic. “Mmm… perfect.”

She swallowed again, and I shot up her esophagus, trapped in a bubble of mucus. I was too big. She squeezed harder, and I screamed. Her muscles milked me, squeezing, stretching, and I felt my body swell—growing from her own power. When she finally spat me out, I was taller, harder, my clothes gone. She clapped. “Look what you’ve become! My little… man.”

She bent me over her knee, her spank firm enough to leave a pink mark. “You’re all mine now.” Her finger prodded my ass, and I gasped. She laughed. “You like? Good. Don’t worry—I’ll feed you again tomorrow. We’ll see how big you can get.”

I left her house the next morning, still dizzy, my body humming. She’d given me a tiny key and a smirk. “Come back when you’re ready.” I never did. Not until now. For more like Bella, or worse? Check out the vore stories here or here. If you want the visuals, the video section has some real bangers. Just don’t tell anyone I told you.