<THIS IS THE EXTERNAL VERSION OF THE AUDIO I DID HERE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32726208/ CHECK THAT ONE OUT FOR ASSET CREDITS>

here's the external version of the POV prey audio i did with some slight differences between the two versions to keep it interesting. basically it's the same story, big fat argonian (you or your character, if you so desire) wadddles into a room, eats all of some dude's food, then eats him before going to sleep. i wrote two transcripts, one from a pred POV, and one from a observer watching his friend getting ate.

heres the HQ version: https://www.dropbox.com/s/0m7pp7c34.....HQ).mp3?dl=0
heres the HQ version with some argonian voice lines added:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/kmejkllht.....HQ).mp3?dl=0

as always, i hope you enjoy :)

Edit: a story featuring this character is out now! check it out here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33058464/

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PRED POV:

0:00: it's getting late on your night on the town in riften, and you still haven't eaten yet. Your large, fat belly grumbles hungrily in your lap as you sit there, waiting to order food. out of the corner of your eye you spot someone carrying a full size meal to one of the rooms in the back. You lick your lips, unable to wait any longer, you get up and start your slow, lazy waddle to the door you saw the food going.

0:15: you pull open the door and sure enough, there's the food sitting right at the table. It seems by the time you’ve gotten here that server has set the food down and left, the person sitting in front of the food turns to look at you with shock and a bit of disgust. You waddle deeper into this unlucky soul’s room, closing the door behind you, you wouldn’t want someone ruining *your* dinner, would you?

0:31: your belly growls hungrily as you stare at the plate of food in front of you, you slurp at your greasy chops and swing your legs over the table as the person scoots out of your way in fear of interrupting your gluttonous trance. The seat creaks as you slowly lower your weight, finally you hit the point of no return and flop your heavy rear down into the seat, your fat rolls jiggling and wobbling around so profoundly that you can hear it… you really should go on a diet...

0:45 “after this” you internally tell yourself as you grab a meaty chicken leg, tearing into that greasy, fatty meat and chomping up all that delicious, succulent flavor. Slurping at your fingers, grease dribbling down your many chins, you pick up and drop silverware loudly while you devour it all like an absolute gluttonous pig, by the time you finish your first mouth-full it looks like you’ve devoured it all, your cheeks puffed out comically and wobbling as you turn your head to look for more food, but find nothing but the scraps left over from a good meal.

1:02: you swallow the huge lump of food down, feeling it land in your aching belly with a satisfying, distant splash. You let out a large belch of what would be satisfaction, but it feels hollow, your stomach still wants more. your lips rippling and flecks of your meal fly out as your belch finishes. As your belly rumbles some more, you realize quickly that this pittance of food isn’t gonna be enough, not by a long shot. your food-fuddled gaze turns predatory as you turn to the person in the room with you, who’s now inching their way towards the door. Oh no you don’t…

1:11: you moan out of pure hunger, like a starving zombie, and lunge forward to grab at their tunic, hah! They were too slow! You find a nice grip and drag them over to you, mashing their face against your starving, fat gut. You lick your grease-dripping lips hungrily, and your gigantic gut lets out an animalistic growl. by the time they realize what your plan to do with them is, it’s already far too late as your jaws rush down around their head before they can let out so much as a whimper.

1:21: “AWMF!” you seal your lips around their neck, pinning their arms to the side and lifting them off of their kicking feet, you rapidly begin to swallow their comparatively tiny, lithe body whole, your throat bulging and squirming adequately to hold this huge, wriggling meal as you push them in like a snake, only gulping when you find your throat resisting. You swallow and swallow until finally you reach their toes, pushing them to the back of your throat, you close your eyes and…

1:35: *H-GLURK!* … one last swallow drags their whole body down your esophagus, and like a dwemer steam engine you let out a satisfied puff of hot breath as you feel your obese gut swell with food. finally full, you lean back to enjoy their faint struggles for a moment, kneading your doughy, soft gut through the tightly stretched leather armor.

1:50: a stomach draining belch seems to rattle the whole room as it blasts out of your gross, gluttonous maw, by the time it tapers off your stomach has visibly shrunk a tiny bit, and your meal has a whole lot less space to move around. satisfied with this development, you lean back in your seat and begin to work on unbuckling that belt holding your gut back, it’s getting *way* too tight for comfort…

2:15: There we go… your incredibly wide, bulbous gut flops out into your lap, filling up the space with its heavy, spherical shape. So much for that diet you were talking about, you’re pretty sure there's too many calories in a whole person to count let alone track. Oh well, might as well enjoy it before they end up on your greedy gut as another fat roll. You pat your bloated belly as you feel them shifting and moving under your pounds and pounds of blubber, another loud belch drains more of their dwindling air supply from them, there we go... they’ll be meat before they know it…

2:40: you suddenly get an idea, you never finished your drink! You smirk sadistically at your heavily resting gut, leaning forward and grabbing the bottle of mead delivered with their food, you begin to chug the whole thing down. Your prey obviously has qualms about being washed down with a bottle of mead, as you feel them squirm heavily while the whole thing is dumped on their heads, but there's not much they can do now, they’re yours, body and all. Before you know it your fat gut starts to gurgle ominously, and you feel all that carbonation start to bubble up in your stomach…

2:52: another rancid belch ripples out of you, you cover your mouth as a polite gesture but it doesn’t really excuse what just came out of your greasy maw, you smirk at no one in particular at your gluttonous, slovenly display and lean back again, closing your eyes and relaxing… wait… is this seat supposed to creak like that?!

3:05: your chair suddenly splinters apart underneath your titanic bulk, seems it wasn’t meant for both you and another person in the same spot, you cough and sputter as the dust settles, huffing heavily as the adrenaline wears off and your body calls off the false danger alarm. But now you’re sitting here on the ground with all your pounds of blubber and a whole person in your gut weighing you down. you have to find a way to get up. you eventually get onto your knees, your belly hanging like a giant dwemer sphere as you get ready to stand back up…

3:15: one foot goes up, a heavy ripple of blubber shakes through your body as your shock absorbing thighs wobble profusely… then finally the second foot goes up, and you stand up tall, your stomach hanging heavily and gurgling over it’s large, still-moving meal. All this movement is upsetting your poor belly, you clutch your stomach as a large belch pours out of you again. You’re caught off guard as yet another one catches in your throat and forces its way out. No doubt your meal isn’t going to be very happy about that…

3:40: but you don’t spare another thought to the heaving pile of meat in your gut as your crawl into their bed (now your bed), whoever they were, they’re yours now, and your gluttonous belly doesn’t discriminate between meat. living, dead, cooked or raw, it’s all as good-a-food for you as any. As you snuggle up under the covers, a few more belches echo out of you, you smugly run your greasy palms over your fat, exposed gut as your meal really starts to settle and gurgle away. You rest your grubby hands on your paunch, sighing comfortably and letting your full, churning stomach rock you into a cozy food coma…

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Observer pov:

0:00: you and your friend have decided to stay the night at this tavern in riften, it seems like a good enough place as any, but the clientele was a little strange, particularly this one really fat argonian who kept staring at you two as you ordered food for you room. You told your companion you should probably lock the door, but they ignored you and said they didn’t want to have to get up to let the server in. now that your food is here in front of you, and the server has left, you start to hear footsteps coming in from the tavern proper. Big, heavy footsteps…

0:15: the door suddenly swings open, and squeezing into the doorway is a large, gluttonous looking argonian woman, her belly sticking out so far it’d probably be a miracle if she ever saw her clawed toes again. The sweaty, hungry lizard looks about the room, sniffing at the air for you food before she spots it and waddles over to you two, closing the door behind her and smacking her lips as she approaches.

0:31: her stomach growls as she eyes up the platter for two in front of her, you both dip out of the way as she makes it clear she doesn’t care the seats in front of her are taken, the seat creaks heavily as she begins to settle her rear into it, finally plopping her full weight down with a heavy set of rippling jiggles. From this distance you can hear her stomach gurgling, shes hungry.

0:45: she starts to tear into the food, grabbing bite after bite of what was meant to be your food and sending a steady dribble of slobber and grease down her many jiggling chins. both of you look at eachother, you want her to stop, but none of you have the courage to speak up against what’s happening before your very eyes, your friend seems to decide to sidle to the door for help while she greedily stuffs her fat face full of food.

1:02: she swallows a huge lump down, you watch it slide from her fat, puffed out cheeks down to her gullet before it hits her chest and splashes into her belly, she sighs comfortably, letting out a big, rippling belch that sends flecks of food flying back onto the table. Gods she’s finished it ALL?! You look at your friend and back at her, she notices him too and her stomach is still growling, and that look she’s giving him is making you uncomfortable.

1:11: you hear her moan as she lunges for your friend, he cries out in fear but it’s silenced as she grabs him and drags him over to her, pressing his face against her starving gut so he can hear it churn. You only get a moment to look your terrified companion in the eyes before her greasy maw suddenly wraps around his head like a snake, you freeze in terror as you watch her begin to swallow him whole without even rising from her seat.

1:21: “AWMF!” her jaws coalesce around his neck, lifting him off the ground and pinning his arms to his body with her big, grubby hands, she raises his kicking, squirming body like a great big sandwich and begins to chug him down whole, gulp after gulp her throat stretches and your friend disappears, you desperately want to help, but fear sticks your feet to the ground as you watch his chest, belly, hips, thighs, and calves disappear until nothing's left but his wriggling, boot covered toes, her tongue wraps up from underneath them pushing them to the back of her throat for one last…

1:35: *H-GLURK!* … down he goes, you watch the slightly twitching lump slide down into her gut like the pile of food from earlier. she lets out a heavy huff, like a great big steam engine belching out exhaust, and leans back to watch her fat paunch bloat with the immense volume of its occupant. You feel physically sick as you watch your friend squirm under her swollen belly, but rather horrifically, it seems her kneading and rubbing helps to settle it down a bit.

1:50: a stomach draining belch seems to rattle the whole room as it blasts out of her gross, gluttonous maw, by the time it tapers off her stomach has visibly shrunk a tiny bit, and your companion’s struggles are now just a permanent scarred memory in your head. Now you can't even see him anymore under the tautly stretched leather, her gut fat smoothes over the bump he makes in that big, bulbous thing. You’re still trapped in your terrified stance as she casually begins to undo her belt, like she was making space for more food…

2:15: her incredibly sizable, jiggling gut spills out of her armor as her belt almost literally pops open, she huffs in delight as she begins to knead and rub over the giant pile of blubber, picking it up and letting it fall with a satisfying smack against her equally blubbery thighs. When it settles from it’s rippling and jiggling she pats it, seemingly satisfied with your friends addition to the rest of her meal. She belches again, reaching for something on the table after her stomach settles for a moment.

2:40: gods… she’s washing your friend down with mead like a nice big dinner! You can’t take it anymore, you have to escape this nightmare before she adds you to her menu! You’re about to start running, but you hear something bubble in her gut…

2:52: another deep, rancid belch pours out of her, you start to make the connection in your head that that probably means your companion is running out of air, there's no more time left to hesitate, you start inching to move past this fat glutton, either to get a weapon or get help, either way, you have to help your friend. Wait, why is her chair creaking like that?

3:05: the chair suddenly snaps under her titanic bulk and she falls back, crushing you under her sweaty, roll covered back. In your panic you try to squirm out from underneath her, she’s *MUCH* too heavy for any hope of that working, by the time she rises to her knees, you’re already too winded to pick yourself up.

3:15: you hear her rise to her feet with two heavy steps and some time to catch her breath, but eventually she gets there, and as she turns around to see what was wiggling underneath her, your blood runs cold as you’re still too winded to get up and run. She grabs you and hefts you like a squirming, tantruming child, carrying you to the bed and stopping along the way only once to belch loudly, and then belch again.

3:40: you try to escape her as she lays in bed on top of you, pinning you with her giant, greasy, sweaty gut, you hear the fatass softly grumble as you push on her oily, greasy blubber-rolls, desperately trying to get her off of you to no avail. A few more belches come out of her as she smugly drifts off to a food coma with a bloated, stuffed belly. All you can do now is sit and listen to your friend churn away in her loud gut while she lays on top of you like a beached whale. Is she saving you for breakfast in the morning? Does she have some plan for you down the line? Is someone going to investigate the sound of the breaking chair and rescue you? You obviously have no idea, but as you start to black out from her crushing belly, all you can do is hope to see tomorrow as your vision fades into an uncomfortable, unwilling sleep...