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Eta Intimate — Description
Another short story with a visual aid!

To say you are lucky is an understatement, many people would kill to be in your place, and countless thousands have been killed trying. Ever since the awakening, vore has gone from a fringe fetish to a mainstream talking point, with predators at the top of everything. Your life, incidentally at this moment, is a more literal interpretation of the new society.
Eta sat upon your chest, with your head clamped firmly between her thick, muscular thighs. Those same legs that lovingly squeeze your head now are the same legs that had crushed the neck of a bengal tiger two days ago with the same ease as standing up. That same tiger ended up sliding down her throat in record time. The sweat that now coated her whole body dripped onto your chest and your face, that sweet, sensual smell of a predator's sweat that drove people wild with ecstacy. She was drenched from her workout.

A predator of her caliber is physically superior to any living creature known to man, bar none. Eta might actually be the most superior of any predator, and if she isn't, she certainly will be. Her weights are measured in metric tonnes, anything less is not a challenge, and her daily workouts are the stuff of legend.
Of course, all that exercion means she works up quite the appetite, again legendary in every aspect. Her physiology and incredible metabolism allow her to eat her way through feasts that could feed a hundred people, more if she decides to work out extra hard. Most often, however, she finds it easiest to swallow her prey whole, something that again, only the most powerful predators can do the way she does. One person glides down her throat like nothing, two people only slightly slower. At 3 people at once, she pauses only briefly to adjust her grip, same with four. The tiger mentioned earlier dissapeared behind her soft, sexy lips in twenty-seven seconds on the dot. Her largest prey to-date was an adolecent rhinoceros, consumed with only a small difficulty a month ago. Her reasoning for not going after a fully grown rhino was, to quote: "Oh I could do it now if I wanted to, but im gonna give myself a bit to... mmh, grow... I want it to be abundantly clear that the animal stands no chance."

Being the only person with her 24/7, helping her track her intake and her workouts, managing her media accounts, and more often than not, being her playtoy in bed. Or wherever she sees fit to get intimate. You have been given a unique look into just how she was progressing, and deep down you knew that no land animal stood a chance in hell against her a month ago, but now? All her lifts had gone up 10%, an incredible rate of muscular development. You hadn't told her, but a week ago she would have been able to lift a full grown elephant above her with one hand.

Oh my, getting off track, where were we? Ah yes, her thighs lovingly squeezing your head, her sweat soaking through your shirt as her firm behind rested on your chest. Her abdominal muscles quiverd in front of your face, the wall of rock hard muscles shifted in a mesmerizing way. Every part of her body rippled with power at the slightest movement, the muscles in her arms danced as she ran her hands through your hair.

Then you hear it again. Her stomach. That organ that works like no other in the animal kingdom, the strongest part of her. It rumbled hungrily, a demand for fuel that would not go unfulfilled lest her hunger take over and turn her into a feral beast, eating anything and everything she can until sated. You didn't hear the growl so much as you felt it through her legs, they were effectively clamped over your ears and blocked most sounds. Most sounds save for the ones that came from within her, and her body made plenty.

"mmmmhhh..." she sighed, "You ready for another?" Her heavenly voice coming to you muffled but clear enough. The question was rhetorical. You were always ready. She motioned to someone behind you, another inmate from the local prison who was destined to serve a double-life sentence. Many of them now served a very fast end-of-life sentence in her gut.
The huge criminal edged forward and stood infront of her, towering over you on the floor, easily over six feet tall and with a lack of anything to do but work out, he was imposing to say the least. But he was scared, terrified even, of the monster he stood before. She gingerly held out her hand for him to grab and waited, fixing him with a look of innocence that portrayed nothing of what she was. Before his hand made it to hers, she lashed out and pulled him in hard enough to dislocate his shoulder before holding him in a bearhug inches from your face. He would have screamed had the air not been squeezed from his lungs. She ran her tongue up the side of his face to savour the flavour, she often said that the fear of her prey was the most delicious flavour, then she smiled at him and in one fluid motion her lips parted, her arms lifted, and the criminal slid down her throat with ease.

Now you, on the other hand, were in an interesting place. Her thighs still held you firmly, her sweat still dripped, but the weight on your chest was unbearable for a split second before she adjusted her position. She already weighed as much as two men despite being only 5'6", but add an exceptionally large one on top of that and it becomes unpleasant.
"Oh, sorry baby, are you ok? Got a little carried away again." again her voice melodic but muffled, with another sound joining it. The sound of digestion beginning. You run your hands up her legs and up the bottom of her shorts to grab two handfuls of her ass, the skin barely dents from your grip.

"Hah, hmmm... ok big guy, here we go!" You didn't hear her say go, a roar came from above your head as her stomach kicked into high gear. The criminal inside her gut was struggling hard, but all he acheived was making a sticky sloshing noise as her stomach acids began to pour in. A dull burbling morphed into a low boiling roar as her belly worked. For the next minute this was your entire world, your vision blocked by her gut, her legs blocking all sound save for her sounds, and your hands planted firmly on her ass, grasping at the sweaty, soft skin.

"Baby please, other parts of me need some love too!" She cooed, not that you could hear, as she grabbed your wrists and planted your hands on her distended gut. She didn't need to give you instructions, you began rubbing her belly imediately. Every churning gurgle and hungry groan was acompanied by a twitch of one muscle or a shifting of her stomach in another way. Her abdominal muscles contracted rhythmically, kneading her meal with incredible force, the occasional snap or crack of breaking bone reverberated through her body.

Then the growling began to subside, gradualy being replaced by a gulping, sloshing, water-through-a-hose type of sound. Her belly began to give way under your groping hands as you grab a handful of gut and push it in like a child playing with a huge water balloon. She snaked her hands underneath her belly to hold it up for you, otherwise you would be smothered by the soft, silky skin of her big sloshing belly. Part of you wouldn't mind going out that way, but only a small part. You knew for certain that you were already experiencing heaven on earth, this being confirmed as you lap up a bead of her aphrodesiac sweat. You knew deep down that no human had ever been as happy as you were in that moment.

The next minutes passed quicker than you wanted, her stomach shrinking steadily as the two of you massage it diligently. Then the light of the room touched your face again. Her stomach had finally shrunk to the point she could pass as "extremely pregnant" if it weren't for the sounds her food baby made. Then the pressure from her thighs released, odd, she usually kept you in a vise grip until the end. She leaned back, her gut entirely blocking her upper half from view.

"Nnnngh, Baby, I've been practicing something when you aren't looking..." You could hear in her voice that she was on the edge of ecstacy herself. "J-just look where you think my eyes are, this wont take long. Mmmmgh, hah..." As she spoke, her gut sounds changed. You couldn't tell exactly what the change was, but you hadn't heard it before. Then she showed you what she was practising behind your back.

Her abdominal muscles, still pulled tight and smooth over her huge belly, sprang to life with lines of definition popping up everywhere. Then something halfway between a thousand gallons of water running through a pipe and a bestial roar exploded from her stomach, and it shrank. Her stomach shrank faster than you had ever seen before. You knew immediately what she had done, and it both frightened and excited you. In seconds her belly went from being a huge balloon of soupy nutrition to being flat, cobblestone abs as normal. When you made eye contact over her perfect breasts, you knew no predator could beat her.

"I'm like, the strongest, right? So I, nnngh keep massaging me, I decided to experiment. It turns out I can squeeze my gut with so much force that I instantly absorb my soupy meal... I wish I could explain how it feels, but you'll just have to experience it as my lover instead!"

You stared deep into her eyes, almost getting lost in those beutiful blue orbs, no thoughts went through your head, all you could do was weakly say "Again!"