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Fullstuffed with squirming prey, smoking and relaxing, what could be better?
The people on the street suddenly began to feel small ground tremors, which gradually began to gain strength. Some thought it was an earthquake, but the real reason for these small rumblings became evident when they raised their eyes to one end of the street. Down that street was approaching with a firm and steady pace what could only be described as a giant man. At over seven feet tall and with a body that would leave any bodybuilder trembling in fear, all the people on the street stared at this specimen that was bordering on perfection. His bare chest (it's hard for me to think that T-shirts big enough to cover his bulk existed) glistened with sweat in the sunlight.
This man, named Hank, was jogging, listening to loud music on his headphones that helped him keep a light pace as he walked. Suddenly, he started looking at a couple of guys sitting on a bench who were gawking at him. Hank smiled at them with a smile that seemed to be hiding something, and just as he passed them, with barely a pause, he grabbed them both by the shirt and lifted them up. Before either of those two boys could say anything, Hank lifted the first of them with his two hands, holding the other under his arm, and gobbled his head as if it were a simple lollipop. Without stopping walking as he devoured this boy, Hanks began to swallow the lad with astounding ease, as if he did this every day, and just before swallowing the feet of his first victim, he looked down at the other guy he had trapped under his arm, letting him watch as his mate plunged into his maw, never to see the sunlight again, after which he licked his lips, enjoying what was left of the taste of this first prey. The other guy tried to fight back, to no avail, except to give Hank the pleasure of seeing a prey that wanted to resist him in vain. There was nothing he liked better than watching his prey's futile attempts to escape.
It didn't take long for the second guy to join his boyfriend, being engulfed by Hank's huge maw like an anaconda. The rest of the people in the street soon reacted, shouting and calling for help, as everyone tried to flee or take refuge in stores or doorways. In the chaos, some stumbled or fell when pushed, becoming easy prey at the feet of Hank, who did not take long to take advantage of these helpless targets, without stopping for a moment to continue advancing at a fast pace with his powerful footsteps down the street. There were others who tried to take refuge in stores that had locked their doors when they saw the danger in the street, leaving people outside pounding on their doors asking to get in. These were also easy prey for Hank, who quickly grabbed them from one side of the street to the other, as if they were simply popcorn. Even many of the people who had been running away were caught by Hank, who did not even bother to run, but caught up with his long strides thanks to his legs that looked like two Roman columns.
A few minutes later the street was already deserted, as Hank patted his distended stomach at the end of the street. This had been a good feast to calm his voracious hunger after jogging. Tomorrow he would have to take a new path down another street if he wanted to be able to satisfy his enormous appetite again, since with all the people he had just devoured, there wouldn't be enough prey the next day to even serve him as a snack.
Most predators have to play smart—lure prey away, wait in the shadows, isolate their meals like cowards. But not Josh. Not when you're built like a living god, every inch of you hewn from muscle, strength, and pure devoured power. For him, the hunt doesn’t happen in alleys or backrooms. It happens wherever he wants it to.
He doesn’t sneak. He enters. Malls? Packed with easy pickings. He’d stride through like a storm, people too stunned by his nearly naked, towering form to even react before it was too late. Law firms were a treat too—he loved watching men in thousand-dollar suits lose all composure as they scrambled, dropping dignity in their wake. The sight of their crisp collars and polished shoes clashing with the raw display of his sweaty, bulging body made Josh pulse with anticipation.
But gyms... oh, gyms were his playground. Rows of protein-rich specimens, all sweaty, cocky, and full of delusions. They were the perfect meal. Some of them dared to puff up, standing toe to toe with him—barely reaching his chest—as if they had a chance. As if anything they’d ever lifted in their lives could prepare them for him. That arrogance? It made them taste even better.
And Josh loved to savor it. Every scream, every flex, every failed escape attempt just made him harder, hungrier. Because when you're the top of the food chain, you don’t chase your prey... you let them admire the beast that’s about to claim them.
Settle down in there, buddy.
We already had a long chat history, me and a fotboy from america. Derek used to eat big, since we’re both from the gainer community, that’s why we decided to meet, so we can see who can pack away more food, and stuff each others belly.
But one thing Derek didn’t know was, when i eat big, i need an even bigger Dessert to be fully satisfied.
Now Derek is squirming around in my tank, gurgling and sloshing around with all those Donuts, Pizza, and some beers….
Should i have said him, that he only needed a onewayticket to europe?
Nah, he’s just more bellyfat by tomorrow, *buuuuuurp*
(Comission for a good friend)
Yeah, thats it, if you‘re a bad boy you end up as gym-snack, *buuurps*
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“Good morning little guy. Had fun last night. Ready for another round?” I turned my head towards the massive man laying next to me in bed. Just over his giant pecs I saw his smiling yet hungry eyes. “Totally” I replied.
Immediately he flipped me on my stomach and lay on top of me. Totally immobile I moaned and squirmed as he used two fingers to loosen up my hole, then shoved his thick cock in all the way to the base. He fucked me deep and fast for a few minutes then. Darkness. He’d gobbled me down and sent me to his gut to help him finish. I tried to put up as much a fight as possible, almost jumping on top of his prostate. He sat up and squeezed his nipples as my body in his belly brought him to a hands free climax.
He let out a massive low moan then spit me up. “Thanks buddy that was amazing. I should keep you around just for that. Go ahead, your reward is at hand.” He lay back and closed his eyes, letting me worship his muscular body from head to toe for the next two hours. I started by licking off the thick layer of cum plastered over his once-again flat and muscled belly.
Hunter feels a massive contraction rip through him.
Nick Bateman
Diguesting the last remains….
zOrba?
I just got home from the gym, still pumped after out-lifting that whole pack of cocky college frat preds. They were flexing hard, talking shit like they ran the place, but I shut them up quick by shoving each one down my throat right there in the locker room. Swallowed the whole group one after another, felt all that muscle and attitude bulging out my gut the whole drive back.
Now I am sitting here on the bed rubbing this hairy belly, letting out some long deep farts while they churn down into nothing. My gut has been working them over real nice the last couple hours.
About to head to the toilet and show them their final place. Gonna drop a massive group load, thick heavy logs sliding out slow with their frat gear tangled up in the mess, bones cracking as those solid skulls stretch my hole wide one by one. Gonna leave a fat steaming pile in the bowl that used to be a whole crew of preds.
Another bunch of cocky guys turned into nothing but my toilet shit. Feels damn good, bro.
Not sure if my metabolism is getting faster or if these guys are getting smaller, but a twink these days just doesn’t last me as long as he would back in college
Why are those guys in those gym bathrooms always so delicious? 🥵😈
5000 calories in one sitting 😰
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