Im Starving

Male vore/ Bi/18+/ Nyc

[alpha-pred]

Hey ! Ik u still look to see me…….. yea u! U know who u are……. Just msg me and come rub this gut

[ryanmarshallryan]

Garbage Man Part II - Black Hole Belly

A fun little short vore story featuring @alpha-pred as Adam

Howard woke up covered in sticky sweat. The tent was empty save for a few sleeping bag bundles already rolled back up. Howard gave a dazed look through the tent’s ceiling mesh at the sunlight pouring through the trees. He had had the oddest dream of getting digested and living in his new friend Adam’s belly, and was surprised to discover that he was not indeed inside a human gut, but safe on the ground of the tent. His back felt stiff, and he rolled over to realize he had been pressing up against a rock again.

“Good morning, little guy,” Adam said, “We’ve got breakfast started if you want some.”

Groggy as he was, Howard pulled on day clothes and a sweatshirt to join Adam and Clark out by the remaining charcoal of their campfire. The morning air was crisp and cool, and dew had not yet evaporated from the world around them. Clark took some hot water he had been heating up on a camp-stove, and poured it into a treated cup with some instant oats, and handed it to Howard. Howard gave thanks, and sat close to Adam to warm up.

Howard gave a few glances at Adam’s belly and reminisced on his dream. It felt so visceral, as real as the hard earth beneath his shoe. He could still feel Adam’s scruffy chest hair and skin against his body, feel Adam’s strong abs cradling him inside Adam’s belly.

“You two have any fun dreams?” Howard asked, wondering if they had experienced even a fraction of the visions he had. The others couldn’t remember, and turned the question back at Howard, prompting him to reply a farce, “I’m not sure, there might have been something about Adam here, eating a soda can or something, though.”

“That’s my Garbage Man,” Clark joked, handing more hot oatmeal to Adam. Howard watched as Adam took a bite. He watched Adam’s Adam’s apple plunge up and down as the lump of food made its way into his belly, that soft, relaxing belly.

“Oof!” Adam said, dropping a beefy hand onto Howard’s knee and throwing his head back, “Food feels so good after my stomach feeling so empty this morning.” Howard’s arm and leg hair stood up a bit, almost like Adam’s hand on him was sending an electric shock into him, filling his body with pleasure.

“I’ll bet,” Howard replied, happy to have an excuse to look at Adam’s belly, without just stealing a glance.

“Oh, yeah, little guy,” Adam said. “Getting you out of this belly left quite the void in my tank.”

Howard and Clark exchanged a glance. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. Clark cocked his head, asking, “What’d you get up to last night?”

Adam looked between the other two and seemed to have an epiphany, “Oh, yeah! Clark, we forgot to tell you, I ate Howard last night.”

“You ate him?” Clark asked, curiously astonished.

“Yeah, swallowed him whole,” Adam said, wrapping his scruffy arm around Howard and giving him a shake. He chuckled and continued, saying “Almost digested him but thought I’d keep him around another day or two.” The three men all laughed heartily, everyone mildly confused but bemused. Howard was somehow relieved to know it was all true, and a bit sad he wasn’t still inside Adam’s belly.

“If you’ve been hungry enough to fit Howard in your gut,” Clark began, “We may need to stop by a buffet or something on the way back home, before you gobble both of us up for good.”

“Oh, you’ll be dessert, don’t you worry,” Adam said with a laugh. Howard smiled and looked between Clark and Adam, surprised by how nonchalant Clark was about all of this, and impressed by Adam’s confidence… and his appetite.

After enjoying the forest air for the rest of the morning, the three men packed up their sleeping packs and camp gear and made their way back to their cars. Agreeing on a meeting spot, they found their way into a local buffet restaurant.

Though oatmeal is a nice camp breakfast, the men were famished when they found a spot at the buffet. Each of them enjoyed a plate of food, then another, and when Howard and Clark were ready to tap out, Adam sent them on missions to get more and more plates for him to stuff his gullet with. 

Howard was mesmerized by the sheer volume of food that made its way into Adam’s gut. His throat wasn’t just a garbage chute for any and all entrees at the buffet, it was a black hole, one that Howard wanted to dive back into. Howard tried to sit next to Adam on returning with yet another plate of food, but couldn’t fit in the booth with Adam, and had to reluctantly sit back with Clark. He loved Clark, but there was something about feeling that big round ball of Adam’s belly so close that drove Howard crazy.

After an hour or so of eating and chatting, Howard couldn’t stop pulling his gaze from the bit of Adam’s belly that could be seen as his shirt rode up from the expanding size of Adam’s digestive tract. Adam looked around to see if anyone would see, winked at Howard and Clark, and tossed a full size ketchup bottle back and swallowed it whole. Howard watched the shape stretch Adam’s throat and chest as it made its way into its forever home of Adam’s body.

“They rarely change the bottles,” Adam said with a smirk, “Just helping to promote cleaner eating conditions for the rest of these customers.”

“As any good Garbage Man does,” Clark joked along, “Gotta keep this fine dining establishment clean.”

“And I’m the best, naturally,” Adam said with a laugh. Adam looked at a plate in front of Howard and reached across towards it. Howard hoped Adam would grab his shirt collar, pull him across the table, down his throat, and into his hungry stomach. Howard imagined Adam’s shirt ripping open, his belly expanding onto the buffet table, bumping into Clark on the other side of the booth. But all Adam did was pick up the plate and inspect it, raising his eyebrows at it.

“What are you thinking?” Clark asked, putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward as if they were sharing a childish secret.

“Say, this plate seems a bit dirty to me…” Adam said, “What’s your assessment?”

“Oh, yes, very dirty, I’d say,” Clark said, committing to the bit. Clark and Adam turned to Howard and raised their eyebrows in unison at him. Howard gulped before thinking of a response.

“You might say, it’s garbage,” Howard said in an upwards inflection, prompting Adam to see if he was asking for an invitation to consume it.

“We know what to do with garbage!” Clark said playfully. The three looked around again to make sure no one was watching, then Adam lifted the plate somewhat over his head, opened his mouth wide, unhinging his jaw and gently pushed the wide plate into his mouth. Howard watched in awe as Adam’s throat easily stretched to accommodate the comical shape of the plate.

“How is it not breaking?” Howard asked, as the plate slowly passed beyond Adam’s throat and out of sight into the food storage facility that Adam’s stomach was becoming.

Adam gave a monstrous belch before replying, “This place doesn’t mess around when it comes to plates.”

Clark chimed in, “You fit down Adam’s throat, and back up again! A plate’s nothing.”

Adam put his hands on either side of his gut and rubbed in a clockwise motion. He looked deep in thought, glancing between Clark, Howard, and the buffet tables laden with food.

Howard gave a suggestion he could see in Adam’s eyes, “One more go?” Adam squinted at him, then sharply nodded. Clark joined in the nod. Clark and Howard got up and filled one last plate each to the brim. Howard assumed Adam would be slowing down soon, but Adam chowed down on each plate as casually as if he had been offered a light snack. Adam picked up a pack of silverware wrapped in a fabric napkin, and held it up.

“This is a nice napkin set!” Adam said, giving a playful glance at the others.

Clark knew exactly how to play along, “Oh, you know they throw those out all the time. Mountains of napkins and silverware just like it at thrift stores.”

“So you’re saying…” Adam said in a harsh whisper, like sharing a devious secret again, “This is basically trash?” Howard and Clark nodded with a smile. Adam didn’t even bother to look around first before shoving the bundle into his mouth quickly and swallowing it like a pill. The three men laughed. Howard felt slightly bad about how they were stealing some kitchen ware… but the discomfort was worth enjoying the smug look on Adam’s face and getting to watch his giant belly rise and fall with his breath, filled with food and more.

“Okay, this was a nice snack,” Adam said, “But what say we… try something a bit more interesting? Find ourselves a real dinner?”

“I don’t know, guys,” Clark said, “We’ve been out a while, and I still gotta visit the transfer station before they close. Deep cleaned the house this weekend and got a lot of knick knacks to part with.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to become a hoarder,” Adam said, understandingly.

“Unless… you know something else we could do to clean things up a bit?”

Adam smirked, “I might have a few ideas.”

A short while later, the three found themselves in Clark’s garage, rummaging through cardboard boxes filled with oddities.

“I haven’t seen this movie in ages,” Howard said, picking up a DVD case.

“Does it spark joy?” Clark asked, with a faux-judgemental tone.

Howard shrugged. Adam grabbed the DVD out of Howard’s hand and glanced at it, saying, “Nah, that’s trash,” before shoving the whole case into his mouth and swallowing it whole.

Clark picked up a raggedy old sweater, stretched out with holes everywhere. Adam glanced at it, pulled his own shirt off over his head and threw it to Howard to hold. Howard smelled Adam’s body on the shirt and hugged it close to his chest, before wrapping it around his belt. Adam pulled on the sweater from Clark, and the three laughed at the absurd woolen thing, which showcased Adam’s right pec in full, and a large chunk of love handle could be seen through it. 

“I don’t think this old thing will make the cut for any holiday party,” Adam said. The other two agreed. Adam ripped the sweater off, rolled it into a ball and shoved the itchy thing down his throat. He frowned slightly, saying “Man, that was dry.”

Clark picked up an old lava lamp, and raised his eyebrows to Adam. Adam shrugged, pulling the thing to his mouth and sliding it down like a sword-swallower. Adam said, “Surprisingly cool for lava, though not very quenching. Hey, Howard, hand me that paint bucket.”

“Isn’t that toxic?” Howard asked nervously.

Clark and Adam chuckled. Adam replied, “I drank wet concrete once. My gut digested a steak knife, no problem. I think my stomach acid can handle a little paint.” Adam took Howard’s hand and guided it to feel his belly. Howard felt the stomach gurgling wildly beneath the surface, felt the reserves of food and chime making their way through Adam’s intestines like rain in a clean gutter. Howard was sad when Adam pulled away from his hand. Adam took a bucket of paint from Clark and downed the whole thing in a few gulps. He opened his mouth wide to show them the silly shade of blue coating his tongue and hard palette. Howard looked deep into Adam’s throat and wanted to dive in again, but restrained himself.

Clark and Adam went into overdrive, Clark finding items in the cardboard boxes, and Adam taking them and somehow stretching his throat and stomach to accommodate them. An old toaster made the plunge into Adam’s stomach vat, followed by a selection of dusty bookcase ends, a broken stereo, some clunky plastic jewelry, a few worn-out shoes, and even a toy pogo-stick.

Howard brought over a child’s rocking chair and held it up to Adam. Adam inspected it, considering its odd shape and size. It would make more sense to break it into pieces before swallowing it, but Adam liked a challenge. Adam rubbed the sides of his jaw to relax his facial muscles, took a deep breath, and stretched his lips and throat around the chair, picked it up and with the help of Howard pushing on it from the top, the chair found its way past Adam’s stomach sphincter. Howard’s hands grazed Adam’s tongue and he let go of the chair. Howard wanted to push his arms in further, but got cold feet.

Adam invited Howard and Clark to come give his belly a rub. Howard hugged Adam from behind and tried to wrap his arms under Adam’s belly and lift it, but to no avail. Howard asked, “How are you even standing?”

“What can I say,” Adam replied, “A Garbage Man’s gotta be pretty strong.” Adam backed up into Howard and threw his hands back to thrust Howard upward onto his back. Howard clung his arms around Adam’s neck, assuming a piggy-back position on him.

“You can carry me, too?” Howard said in awe, “You're like a comic come to life.”

“Oh, I could carry you in here too, if you’d like another go,” Adam said suggestively. Howard was nervous he’d given himself away with part of him poking into Adam’s back. Adam continued, “What about you, Clark? I don’t think you’ve ever tried out the belly hammock.”

Clark chuckled, “I didn’t know humans were an option until this morning, Garbage Man.” Clark shook Adam’s belly, causing Adam to belch once more. They could all hear clanking around as the contents of Adam’s belly shifted and got crunched by Adam’s constricting stomach muscles. Clark continued, “It could be fun to see what it’d be like in there for a bit, but man you’ve got some hazards in there right now. I might get a concussion, pass out and get digested with the rest of the trash in your big ol’ compactor.”

“Maybe some other time,” Adam said, like someone regrettably having to break sad news to a friend. Howard slid down off of Adam’s back, and jogged over to where a stack of old pillows were placed.

“I know a way we could make for a soft landing,” Howard exclaimed.

“I like the way you think, little snack,” Adam said. The three men waited and joked about for a bit to let Adam’s stomach get a head start on breaking down the odd assortment of appliances and such in his belly. Then Howard and Clark fed Adam each of the pillows. They were a bit of a struggle to get down, simply by the dry nature of the fabric, so between each Adam scraped his tongue against his teeth to get his mouth to salivate faster.

“I’m not a permanent addition, you hear?” Clark said, “Just doing a routine inspection of the trash compactor.”

“What about you, little man,” Adam said.

Howard gulped and felt his adrenaline and excitement rising, “I don’t know cosmic trash could go either way.”

Clark went first, climbing up onto Adam’s gargantuan gut, taking a deep breath and doing a silly cheer as if he were going down the first hump of a roller coaster. Clark slid forward into Adam’s open mouth, as Adam pushed Clark's feet up so they didn’t catch on his lip. In no time at all, Clark landed with a poof onto the pillow layer of Adam’s stomach. He pushed up against the straining stomach walls and laughed at the absurdity of it all, and marveled at the contrast between the mostly dry pillows, and the muggy stomach acid secretion scent in the air.

Howard held onto Adam’s gut and felt Clark explore inside. Adam winked at Howard and mouthed “Watch this.” Howard could feel Adam’s abs clench, as if he were trying to suck in his gut.

“Watch it, don’t you turn on this trash compactor till my inspection is done!” Clark said.

“Do you hear something?” Adam said in a joke voice. “I could’ve sworn Clark was just here. Let’s sit and wait for him. I’ll digest everything in my gut so he’s got lots of space when he wants to dive in later.” Adam clenched his abs again and squeezed his stomach muscles, resulting in what felt like a fleshy, moist hug around Clark. Adam reflexively belched, sucking air out of his stomach and vacuuming Clark into a tighter space against the pillows and the top of his stomach walls. Adam swallowed a few large gulps of air and laughed, “Don’t worry, bud, just giving you the full experience. Well, mostly full experience. I could keep eating.” Adam turned his eyes down to Howard, who was now pressing his face into Adam’s belly.

Howard pulled back and looked at Adam’s hungry eyes, saying, “Is that where I come in?”

“Take two?” Adam suggested, raising his eyebrows. Howard couldn’t leap forward fast enough. Adam barely finished his thought before Howard clasped his hands together and thrust forward into Adam’s mouth. Adam tossed his head back, and could have swallowed Howard in one gulp, but grasped his hips tightly to slow him down. He slowly lowered Howard down until his groin was in his throat, then he tensed his esophagus. Howard shivered in pleasure, squirming out of Adam’s grip and sliding down Adam’s throat and landing on top of Clark.

The two men wrestled and laughed inside Adam’s belly. Adam repeated his game of pretending to digest Clark and Howard, belching and vacuum suctioning the two together, pressed tightly again the stomach walls and pillows. Howard felt discomfort in his back and realized the rocking chair was pressing into the pillow and pushing against his back. Adam swallowed more air again, freeing Clark and Howard from such a tight position. They laughed and joked away the hour, enjoying the strange new experience of digestive intimacy.

As time went on, the pillows sank lower into Adam’s stomach acid as it broke down the appliances and sent them on their way through the small intestine. As the acid began seeping through the fabric and slightly burning the skin of Clark and Howard, Adam suggested it was time to wrap up the adventure.

Clark went first, positioning himself right underneath Adam’s stomach sphincter, so when Adam belched out all of the air in his stomach, Clark got suctioned upwards, when Adam reached his beefy arm into his own mouth to pull Clark out. Adam swallowed more air afterwards, and Howard collapsed onto the acid-soaked pillows to catch his breath. Even though the stomach was becoming somewhat less enjoyable as digestion was beginning to advance faster, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to cozy up and take a nap, imagining him digesting and becoming part of Adam’s strong, beefy body, whether fat or muscle, he didn’t mind.

Adam instructed Howard to do the same as Clark, but when Adam belched to propel Howard upwards, Howard purposely missed the sphincter. He did this two more times before Adam began to catch on. Adam hugged his own belly, using his strong arms to force Howard to position himself correctly. Howard was no match for Adam’s strength and in a minute found himself back in the garage wrapped in an old towel.

As the three men got ready to part ways for the night, Adam pulled Howard aside to say, “I know you wanted to stay in there.”

Howard swooned, collapsing forward into Adam’s belly like a child who needs a nap, “Ugh I wanna cuddle with this big ball, from inside or outside, it doesn't matter as long as I’m right here.” Howard was ready to fall asleep right then and there on Adam’s fuzzy belly.

Adam laughed, “Somebody sounds tired, and should definitely spend the night here at Clark’s and not operate a motor vehicle.”

“Or I could spend the night in here and not worry about that,” Howard said sleepily, poking Adam’s fuzzy gut, and fingering his surprisingly deep navel.

“Wouldn’t you rather wait till I’ve digested this trashy mess in here?” Adam asked, “Next time there won’t be any trash in your way, no pillows either, just you getting tossed around in my stomach, letting it hold you tight, squeeze and massage you, warm you up.”

“Deal, where do I sign?” Howard half-joked.

“Alright fine, little guy,” Adam called out to Clark, “Hey, I’m gonna drive Mr. Sleepyhead here home.” Everybody gave each other big hugs and voiced promises to do this again sometime soon. Howard cozied up to Adam on the drive home, but passed out asleep before they made it anywhere.

Howard woke up in a brain fog. He rubbed his eyes and saw he was back in his home. He heard humming from the other room and realized Adam was there.

“Hi, little buddy,” Adam said as Howard entered the room. Adam was finishing up a batch of pancakes.

“Is that my frying pan?” Howard asked, not recognizing it. 

“Found it between my teeth earlier,” Adam joked. Howard came up next to Adam and hugged his big belly. It had shrunk down in size from yesterday’s wild expansion, but was still too large for Howard to reach all the way around. Adam continued, “So I was thinking, I feed you some breakfast, then you feed me… well, you?”

“That sounds perfect,” Howard said. Adam’s stomach gurgled its appreciation. Howard lifted up Adam’s shirt and pressed his ear against the fuzzy belly, “Ready for round three?” Adam’s stomach groaned and gurgled in response. “I was thinking that, too,” Howard joked back to Adam’s stomach.

[ryanmarshallryan]

Garbage Man

A fun little short vore story featuring @alpha-pred as Adam

The shimmering rays of sunlight were streaming through the trees as golden hour approached the dusk. Howard crouched in the dirt and moved small logs and kindling around in a fire using a stick. He wanted to get the charcoal hot and steady before nightfall. His friend Clark was over by the wooden picnic table unpacking some camping dishware, and a small cooler bag filled with homemade burritos wrapped in aluminum foil. There was a slight rustle heard over by a patch of trees and the two men’s heads swiveled around to look.

A wide figure holding a bundle came out of the shadow of a tree and into the golden and orange light. The man’s demeanor looked warm and gentle natured, and his torso seemed broad enough to be mistaken for the trunk of an old oak tree. He dropped the bundle and went to give Clark a long bear hug.

“Adam, I’m glad you could make it!” Clark said, pulling back and gesturing over to Howard, “I think you two have met, right?”

Adam considered Howard, “I think I saw you at one of his house parties?”

Howard recalled, “Oh yeah, you were the guy who swallowed a bunch of hard boiled eggs whole?”

Adam chuckled, “Yep that’s me.” “I still don’t know how you didn’t choke,” Howard said, standing and gesturing to shake Adam’s hand.

Adam took his hand and pulled Howard in for a surprise bear hug for a moment, “Yeah, don’t try it at home.”

“A few eggs are nothing, you should have seen Adam as a kid. Ate the weirdest stuff. What was that nickname we gave you? Trash compactor?” Clark began, tending to the fire as well and checking on the embers.

“Garbage man. You called me the garbage man,” Adam said in confidence.

“Garbage man? Was that a nice nickname, or -” Howard began.

“Yes, all in kind -” Adam began.

“The Garbage Man here could take anything we gave him and put it away. Started easy with odd foods no one wanted, like watermelon rinds, whole oranges, peel and all -” Clark started.

“You guys got a kick out of that beer can,” Adam continued.

Howard looked in disbelief. Clark answered, “Yeah a whole beer can. Swallowed it whole. Didn’t even open the tab.”

Howard was confused, “Did it, like, come out intact?”

“Do you really want to know the answer to that?” Adam asked.

Clark cut in, “And back when we went out camping as teenagers we dared Adam to eat grass and tree bark and he was totally fine. Over time it just became the regular thing that if we ever went out to eat, Adam was the designated one to finish anything we had left. Sometimes even ate the napkins at the table, swallowed a whole restaurant bottle of ketchup. I don’t even think it had ketchup in it. He just ate the empty bottle ‘cause he was bored!”

“All this talk of my adolescent eating quirks is fun and all, but maybe we should transition the conversation to what we are eating tonight?” Adam suggested.

“Ah, yes. Burritos with grilled chicken, brown rice, beans and greens, spice and salsa, all that stuff in the foil. Once the charcoal is hot enough and fire’s chilled out we can heat them up on the embers,” Clark said, demonstrating his plan and gesturing to the various containers and things on the picnic table, “Oh yeah and tortilla chips of course, and some fun drinks to start us off.”

“Oh, and I brought stuff to make smores!” Howard chimed in, getting up to go to his backpack in the tent and bring out the ingredients. As Howard dropped the contents onto the picnic table, he felt a fuzzy weight over his head, and looked down to see Adam’s arm curling around his neck playfully, adorned by his plaid flannel jacket.

“You’ve become my favorite, tonight, bringer of the desserts,” Adam said in a silly, gruff whisper. Howard felt the hot breath of the words on his right ear and almost thought Adam was going to nibble on it. He almost wished he had.

The three sat together by the fire, reminiscing of their lives and enjoying the smell of the smoke, and cooking their tin foil burritos on the hot coals. Howard noticed that as Adam packed away his burrito into his maw, some of the tin foil seemed to be missing. There was a soft glint reflecting off Adam’s teeth, and Howard assumed Adam may have eaten some of the foil and was unphased by doing so. 

As they began to make smores, Clark told a story about some Greek myth he had been reading about. Howard only partially listened, distracted by the way Adam’s gut pressed up against his tight shirt. Howard imagined the shirt bursting open as smore after smore made its way down into his gut. 

“Do I have something on my shirt?” Adam said, breaking Howard’s fantasy. Adam looked down at his chest, and wiped some crumbs off his belly. Adam reached toward Howard, and his hand brushed against his knee as he grabbed another sleeve of graham crackers. Howard took a deep breath to steady his beating heart, as he stole a glance down Adam’s collar and saw a glimpse of the broad chest below.

As the fire slowed to embers, the trio laid back together, looking up at the stars through the canopy of trees. A soft breeze caused Howard to shiver with a chill, and Adam and Clark responded by shifting up close to Howard. Howard felt the warm bodies surrounding him, with especially impressive heat emanating from Adam, and felt the ground softly vibrate with each breath, as two chests rose and fell in his periphery. The three listened to the sounds of the wind in the trees, and the fairly loud, unexpectedly crinkly stomach gurgles coming from Adam. 

“Did you eat the plastic bags the food came in?” Clark asked.

“What can I say?” Adam said, “Leave no trace, am I right?”

Eyes began to droop, and each man retired to the tent as the night got darker and the stars appeared brighter. Howard awoke, or perhaps hadn’t fallen asleep at all, feeling a cold chill around his shoulders. He regretted not packing another blanket, not realizing that even on a hot day, the night can be frigid. Tossing and turning to try and find a comfortable position, even with a rock underneath the tent pricking his back, Howard let out a sigh of insomniatic frustration. Clark responded with an aggressive snore. Adam responded with a rumbling stomach. That hot stomach of that warm body would be perfect to cuddle up to in this chill.

“Adam?” Howard whispered.

“Huh?” Adam replied. Clark responded with another snore.

“I’m a bit cold,” Howard began, “And your belly is a furnace -”

“A tank's gotta process the garbage somehow,” Adam joked, “You wanna get closer?”

“Yes, please,” Howard said. Adam lifted a blanket to welcome Howard in. Howard scooted over and felt Adam’s hot breath warm his face. Adam’s belly pushed up against Howard’s body and gently warmed his torso. 

“Better?” Adam asked.

“Better,” Howard said in a shivery voice. “Would be nice to be garbage right now, inside your stomach must be the warmest place in this tent.”

“Aren’t we all just cosmic trash?” Adam said, “Just space garbage that hasn’t been burned up by the sun yet.”

“That’s one way to look at the universe,” Howard replied.

“So in a way you could be garbage. Garbage in my gut if you wanted to,” Adam said.

“Thank you?” Howard said.

“Hey, it’s a compliment. I like trash, remember?” Adam said. “One of my favorite food groups.”

“So, what’s the strangest thing that’s found its way into your gut?” Howard said.

“Hmm… recently a friend of a friend who was feeling chilly on a camping trip,” Adam said.

“A friend? You mean a whole person?” Howard said.

Clark snored.

“See for yourself,” Adam said, taking a deep breath. Howard opened his eyes to see the dark outline of Adam’s mouth grow larger over his vision until all was black. His head was engulfed in a warm, damp tube, and was getting sucked deeper into it. Howard, whose eyes had been heavy from sleep, assumed he was having some strange, visceral dream, but the tightness pressing on his torso by Adam’s esophagus made him realize it was not just a fantasy, but a trip down a most unique garbage chute. 

Howard considered that he should be panicking. Shouldn’t he? He felt his cold hands pass through Adam’s mouth, felt his face plunge forward into a vat of stomach juices, and felt his thighs rub against Adam’s tongue, but somehow he felt relieved to be getting eaten. He was warm and cozy in the strangest way. He didn’t even kick his feet in protest as his feet left the tent behind for a much tighter vessel. 

“Better?” Adam’s voice came from all around Howard.

Howard rested his hands around his knees in a semi-fetal position as the warm stomach walls squished against his body. Howard maneuvered his head to rest on a bump of stomach wall which must have been another organ, so that his head could breathe easily above the stomach acid. He spoke out a sleepy, “Better.”

Howard dreamt of slowly fading away into Adam and his body converting into belly fat. He imagined Clark getting up and congratulating Adam on ingesting another impressive feat of trash eating. He dreamed about an alternative where he was alive and well, simply living inside Adam’s gut permanently. He imagined being jostled around as Adam walked, and getting used to the swaying, like a sailor gets his sea-legs. Howard dreamed of the night sky and saw a constellation of space trash stars outlining a man with a giant belly and saw it as Adam with his belly full of man. Ursa major flashed into his mind.

Then he heard Clark snore.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[eat-prey-live]

Blame the faggot for this post being a day late - @alpha-pred

[alpha-pred]

You in need of some prey? You can eat me, and my bank account.

I need to be digested by this man belly.

HMU meat, always can eat

[mmvwriter]

Alpha pred

Alpha Pred

Who knew that some people would even pay to be digested? Obviously, not one to ask too many questions beyond "how much?", his belly and wallet remained full. It was like a self-advertising skill too; each time he would post his prey-stuffed stomach, floods of offers and photos of delicious men throwing themselves at him just for the chance of melting into that hairy fat pad.

Instead of making each one of these poor, affluent prey-boys wait their turn however, he decided to fulfill a few of their fantasies at once. Three guys were churning in his stomach as he reached his phone up to take a photo and you could barely tell. One of the few things that separated fantasy from reality was the immense pressure from the stomach that classified anything in its hold as food. Each time a hard bulge would try and move across that hairy surface, his hand met it with a hard rub and shoved it back into the rest of the mass and could sometimes dislodge a nice, meaty belch that reminded him that there used to be three separate guys in there. He may have to start charging separate rates for these group sessions...

Thank you Alpha Pred for the lovely submission! I hope I gave your handsome belly and voracious appetite the love they deserve. Happy Vore Day!

[eat-prey-live]

Message to sign up to be @alpha-pred’s meal on 8/8! The list of meals will be posted on 8/8.

[alpha-pred]

Have you ever let someone out before, and has anyone tried to vore you before?

No one escapes this tank ! It loves the fighters makes claiming its meal that much easier BWWAARRPPP 😈😘, no ones gotten me yet

[politicalvore]

Requested by @alpha-pred

[alpha-pred]

Sorry if it’s tmi, but does your dick rub/curve against your squirming gut when it’s full of prey?

All the time

[eat-prey-live]

From @alpha-pred

[alpha-pred]

Can I be next on your menu?

Hell yea ! Food is food and this gut needs some lil snacks to thrash and squirm for it ! 😈

[eat-prey-live]

@alpha-pred will always have room for more…

[alpha-pred]

Ok preds and u delicious prey ! At my biggest now and devoured plenty of you, so here’s the thing. This is a formal invite for preds to come and challenge me…… if you win I’m yours, but if I win well 😈 preds and prey can join and even refer other preds to the challenge ! Dm me snacks ! Even add me on snap alpha_gut

#vore

#alpha

#gainer

#belch

#burp

[politicalvore]

Made for @alpha-pred

[alpha-pred]

[pianogainer-deactivated20161004]

Reblog this if you would like belly pictures in your inbox