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One quiet, sunlit morning, I’m lounging and grooming myself, completely relaxed, when I notice you. Tiny. Nosy. Watching me like you think I won’t see you. That was your first mistake. I don’t rush. I stalk. I toy with you as you scramble to hide, darting between shadows and corners, hoping I’ll lose interest. I let you think you’re safe. I let the silence stretch. Then I move. In a flash you’re trapped, nowhere left to run, and you finally understand how small you really are. I open my mouth, and you disappear, sliding helplessly down my throat and settling deep inside my belly. I purr as you’re held there, surrounded, claimed, slowly broken down until there’s nothing left of you but the warmth inside me. vore, soft vore, gentle vore, predator prey roleplay, size difference, shrinking fantasy, helpless pov, domination, digestion fantasy