Chapter 2 is here. I hope to make these posts a weekly thing, although my life can get busy, so we'll see.
To read chapter one, click here
Note: I have a thing for size comparisons and growth. However, this can lead to inconsistencies in heights between chapters. Since I care more about the satisfaction from each chapter than continuity between them, I just ignore this. Just wanted to mention that as people are likely to notice as the story progresses.
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Chapter 2 - The New Roommate
The next morning, Liam was in his dorm room, getting ready for the freshman orientation, when the door swung open. Two men filled the frame, not just with their size, but with an aura of arrogant ownership. They were both mountains of muscle, and both sported prominent, sloshing bellies that spoke of a recent hunt.
The younger one, roughly Liam's height, spoke first. “Well, well. Look what we have here, Dad. The new meat’s already moved in.” He sauntered in, patting his taut, digesting gut with a possessive thud. “I’m Jack. Vore Academy Northeast Circuit champion and your new roommate. Try not to be too much of a nuisance. And this is my old man, Rex.”
The older predator, Rex, leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over an even larger belly. His voice was a low, condescending rumble. “We had to stop a couple of freshmen wannabes on the way here. Mouthy little things. They’re settling in now.” He gave his stomach a slow, circular rub. “Still got some fight left in ‘em, though. You hear that, boys? Simmer down in there.”
Liam turned slowly, a cool smile playing on his lips. He looked from Jack's swollen middle to Rex’s. “Wow. Two for one special? And here I was worried I’d have to go hunting on an empty stomach my first night.”
Jack's grin didn’t fade; it just got nastier. “Listen to this guy, Dad. Thinks he’s a top-tier predator. Cute. Real cute. You know, freshman, I was thinking of saving you for later in the semester, let you marinate in fear for a few weeks. But you’re looking pretty tasty right now.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Liam said, his voice dropping to a predatory purr. “But I should warn you, I skipped breakfast. And you two look like a full-course meal.”
Rex pushed off the doorframe, his expression turning dark. “You’ve got a real smart mouth, kid. Maybe we ought to teach you some respect. Show you how things work at Vore U.” He took a threatening step forward. “The strong eat the weak. And you, freshman, look awfully weak.”
“Is that the lesson?” Liam asked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “Because from where I’m standing, you two just look like a pair of overstuffed, arrogant buffoons who are about to learn a new lesson: Never bring a half-digested meal to a real fight.”
Before either could react, Liam's jaw unhinged with a wet, terrifying crack. His mouth became a yawning chasm. Jack's cocky grin vanished into a mask of sheer shock as Liam lunged, engulfing his head and shoulders in one swift, brutal motion.
“What the—! Dad! Hel—!” Jack’s cry was cut off as Liam's powerful throat muscles dragged him down, his struggles barely causing a ripple. Liam’s body distorted, his torso expanding to accommodate the large, squirming form. He gave one final massive gulp, and Jack’s kicking legs disappeared.
Liam let out a ground-shaking belch and patted the furious bulge in his stomach. “Mmm… he’s got some spirit left. I like that. Tastes like chicken. And entitlement.”
Rex stared, his brain refusing to process what he’d just seen. “You… you son of a bitch! You ate my boy!” He roared and charged, a beast blinded by rage.
It was a clumsy, emotional attack. Liam easily sidestepped him, snagging his arm. “Don’t worry,” Liam sneered, his breath hot. “You can join him. Family reunion.” He pulled Rex in, his jaws stretching once more to consume the larger predator. Rex fought harder, but it was useless against Liam's sudden, terrifying strength. Soon, both of them were packed tightly into Liam's gut, a writhing, shouting double meal.
Liam looked down and patted his swollen belly with a satisfied sigh. "Now that hit the spot nicely."
A deep, internal furnace roared to life. The acids flooded his stomach chamber. The shouts from inside turned to screams of agony. The stomach walls convulsed violently as Jack and Rex slammed against each other, their powerful predator bodies useless against the relentless churning of Liam's gut. Acidic juices sloshed around them, already rising past their waists, the burning sensation making Jack scream.
"DAD! DAD, WE HAVE TO GET OUT!" Jack clawed at the slick, pulsing flesh, his fingers finding no purchase. "PUSH! HELP ME PUSH!"
Rex roared, slamming his shoulder against the unyielding stomach wall with all his might. "GODDAMN IT! LET US OUT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
From outside, Liam's laughter boomed through the chamber, dark and dripping with amusement. "Aww, listen to you two! Such cocky predators - reduced to squirming in my gut!" He gave his swollen belly a vicious slap, making them both cry out as acids surged higher.
Jack gasped as the burning liquid reached his chest. "LIAM! PLEASE! I'LL - I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL BE YOUR SERVANT! YOUR SLAVE!"
"Jack! SHUT UP!" Rex snarled, still trying to fight. "We're getting out of this! We're—"
The stomach clenched suddenly, forcing them together as digestive fluids rose to their necks. Rex's eyes widened as realization struck - no amount of strength would save them.
"Dad…?" Jack voice cracked with terror. "Dad, why aren't we—"
Rex grabbed his son's face, ignoring how his fingers sank slightly into Jack's softening flesh. "Jack… listen to me. Look at me."
"You're a Torren," Rex said, his voice breaking. "You don't let them see you break."
Liam's mocking coo echoed around them. "Ohhh, is Daddy giving his little predator a pep talk? Too bad it won't mean shit in five minutes."
Jack sobbed, his body visibly melting now. "Dad… I don't wanna die… not like this…"
Rex held his son close as the acids rose past their chins. "I know, boy. I know."
With one final, wet GLORP, Jack disappeared beneath the surface.
Liam's shirt exploded off his body as his muscles ballooned - his pecs swelling to obscene proportions, his biceps' veins growing thicker, his quads splitting seams. He had grown from digesting prey before, but never to this extent. He threw his head back and laughed, a thunderous roar of pure dominance.
"OHHHH YESSSS! That's the GOOD shit!" He slammed his hands against his gut, where Rex still writhed. "Hey, old man! Your kid was DELICIOUS! All that fight—all that fear—Mmmph. Best. Meal. Ever."
Inside, Rex pounded weakly against the stomach walls, his voice hoarse with horror. "You… you MONSTER… he was just a boy…"
Liam grinned, running his hands over his newly enhanced physique. "Nah. He was lunch."
The acids churned higher, rising to Rex's chest. The once-proud predator gasped as the burning intensified. “Please… let me out! I’m begging you! Have mercy! I won’t tell anyone! Just let me go!”
The begging was a symphony to Liam. He laughed, a deep, cruel sound that vibrated through his prey. “Mercy? Why would I want mercy when I can have this?” He emphasized his point with a powerful, churning squeeze of his gut muscles, eliciting a fresh scream from inside.
“You tasted so good when you were cocky, Rex,” Liam taunted, his voice a domineering growl. “But you taste even better like this. Pathetic. Broken. Mine.”
“NO! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!” Rex’s cries became slurred, dissolving into wet, helpless gurgles.
“That’s right,” Liam purred, riding the waves of agonizing pleasure. “Do something for me. Dissolve. Give me every last ounce of you.”
The final surge of power was immense, overwhelming. Liam's body seized as Rex was fully absorbed, the last of the predator’s essence becoming his own. He threw his head back and roared, a sound of ultimate victory and ecstasy. His muscles exploded in size, even more than from digesting Jack, his frame swelling beyond the confines of the room.
