“Well, I can’t eat people,” Lincoln confessed. “And given that this is a house full of preds, being prey has its drawbacks. As much as I try to join my mom and sisters in vore culture, I’ll always be a prey, so it sometimes feels like I’m a bit of an outsider. It’s not like they try to exclude me or anything, far from it. If ever someone needs a belly rub or a vore-related favor, I’m pretty much their go-to guy. However, that also has its drawbacks. I like that my family can depend on me, but it can get a little tiresome when I’m always the first choice to pull something out of someone’s teeth or whatever. Honestly, even though they can ask each other to do most of this stuff, I’m pretty sure I’m just their favorite prey. They all love eating me, along with other things,” Lincoln trailed off.
“Oh, and there’s one other big thing you should know about preds, and I mean big. See, when a pred eats and digests someone, a lot of the prey’s mass sticks around to make the preds bigger. Take my sister, Lucy, for example. She’s the youngest right behind me by three years. She’s still too small and inexperienced to eat too many people, but she’s still managed to get several inches on me. And they just get bigger from there. Mom has been eating people almost all her life, and her reward is being eleven feet tall. Lori is the second tallest at a mere nine and a half feet tall. Not only are preds tall, but you can also spot them in a crowd for their other giant assets—boobs, butt, hips, and gut; the whole package. Not to mention that they’ve got the muscle to lift all that added weight. That’s right. The Loud House is full of mini giant BBWs. Even Luan’s boobs are almost as big as her head.
“It’s crazy, but also kinda hot,” Lincoln admitted. “Anyway, as you might imagine, our house was specially made to accommodate preds. Our ceiling is huge, and there are stepping stools everywhere so that I don’t need to ask for help to reach the counters, sinks, and all the rest. My sisters also love pretending they can’t see me when they ‘accidentally’ sit on me. Luckily, your boy Lincoln is still the man with the plan. I might be a prey, but growing up in a house full of preds has given me a kind of sixth sense. I always know when I’m being hunted.” Lincoln shivered and spun around to face his room’s door. “Speaking of which…”
The door flew open as Lynn jumped in like a pouncing panther. “Sneak attack!” she cheered, only to eat carpet.
“Not today,” countered Lincoln, having already jumped on his bed.
Lynn rolled on her side to face Lincoln. Despite only being thirteen, she had the body of a girl in high school. A lifetime of fitness obsession and healthy eating had given her a very lean and well-muscled figure, though that didn’t detract from the fullness in her feminine assets. Her butt was still pillowy enough to smother someone if she wanted. She supported her cheek on her hand and frowned up at Lincoln. “How’d you know I was coming?”
“Two reasons. One: your breathing gets heavy when you’re about to pounce. Two: the sound-proofing in this house is awful,” Lincoln explained, still assessing if it was safe to get down from the bed.
Lynn snapped her fingers. “Aww shucks. But hey, that was a pretty solid jump.” She stood and offered her hand to help Lincoln down, which he tentatively accepted. Lynn now looked down on her only brother with a proud smile. “You’ve been practicing those moves I taught you, haven’t ya?”
Lincoln shrugged. “Not really. Honestly, just getting through the day is enough of a workout to keep me in shape.”
“Chh, slacker,” Lynn scoffed and firmly spanked Lincoln’s behind. “A real champ doesn’t settle for good enough. Bleh! Just saying the words makes me sick. You’ve got to shoot for the best, bro.”
Lincoln turned a skeptical eye on his sporty sister. “Why do you want me more fit? If I’m slower, wouldn’t that make me easier to catch?”
“Exactly,” Lynn beamed and playfully punched Lincoln’s shoulder. “Prey tastes the best when they’ve been run down after a hearty chase to build up the appetite. I just want you to be the best prey you can be, bro. Plus, muscle tastes better than fat. I don’t care what anyone says; give me someone lean and fit over a fatso any day.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes. “Of course, that’s what this is about. It’s always about the chase with you.”
“Duh, that’s half the fun of hunting. Besides, luring people in or using traps isn’t my style. I prefer the classic kind of hunt.”
Lincoln grew thoughtful. “Wait, so you’re saying that if I don’t run away and don’t give you a good chase, you don’t want to eat me?”
Lynn’s face blanched, and her eyes widened as she realized her terrible mistake. “That’s not what I said.”
“I’m pretty sure it is,” Lincoln said with a triumphant grin. “Basically, so long as I just walk casually, you’ve got no reason to chase me.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Lynn whined. “You can’t just… just use my weaknesses against me like that.”
“Can’t I? You said you wanted me to be the best prey I can be. If that means learning to fight smarter instead of harder, shouldn’t you be proud of me?” Lincoln taunted.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Leni cheerfully greeted as she partially entered the small room. The second eldest sister was a blonde ditz with a heart bigger than her brain and a figure out of a hentai manga. She’d eaten so many people over the years that she had giant boobs and a semi-permanent gut that entered the room almost a full second before the rest of her. She was tall enough that she frequently had to turn down requests to try out for basketball. While she’d theoretically dominate the court, she tended to get the rules mixed up and frequently scored for the other team. Besides, her passion was fashion, and she was a top-notch amateur dressmaker.
“Leni, you’ve gotta help me,” Lynn begged. “Lincoln’s using my words against me to get out of being eaten. What do I do?”
Leni frowned at her brother. “Lincoln, that’s not very nice. Mom says we all have to look out for each other, which means being available to vore or be vored. Besides, I thought you liked being in our bellies,” she implored sincerely.
Lincoln grinned. “I do, Leni. You know I love how you guys can rely on me. However, I was just paying Lynn a compliment for her excellent training.”
“What?” Leni and Lynn asked as one.
“Yeah. She’s always encouraging me to be the best prey I can be. That means being there to help preds, but also having the skills to evade them. Lynn’s not the only one who likes a good chase, so I’m working hard to make myself harder to catch to make the chase even more fun.”
Lynn pointed in accusation. “See! See, he’s doing it right now. He’s twisting my words against me.”
Leni scratched her chin in thought. “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad to me. I like it when people offer themselves to me, but I also like going after them. If Lincoln is just making it more fun to chase him, I don’t see a problem.”
“But that’s just it. He’s not making it fun. He’s taking away the chase completely!”
“Well, that’s fine too,” Leni remarked with a shrug. “If you want to eat him, just eat him and skip the chase.”
It was Lincoln’s turn to blanch. He’d hoped to take advantage of Leni’s simplemindedness. Instead, her simple outlook bypassed Lynn’s hunting obsession and cut right to the point. And with Leni effectively blocking the door with her massive girth, Lincoln wouldn’t stand a chance if Lynn decided to pounce on him now. The white-haired young man tensed as he looked at his sporty sister and prepared to act accordingly.
1 Lynn isn’t into it and Lincoln walks free
2 Lincoln tries to flee between Leni’s legs
3 Lincoln tries to flee by climbing over Leni
4 Lynn catches Lincoln  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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