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Sergio gazed out over the tropical beach, watching the tourists lazily soaking up the sun, swaying in hammocks, or drifting peacefully in the shallows. It was the perfect spot—secluded, quiet, and most importantly, full of prey too relaxed to notice what was coming. His stomach let out a low, eager growl, making him think that no one on that beach was going to survive his attack. Time to begin. In less than five minutes, that beach would be emptied out, the only trace of the crowd being the swell of Sergio’s belly and the faint sloshing of digestion. He’d stretch out in one of the now-ownerless hammocks, letting his bloated middle gurgle and churn, breaking down his sunbaked feast into raw strength. People said tourism was harming the locals—but Sergio liked to think he was just restoring the balance. After all, wasn’t it fair that the land gave him something back?

Josh stood at the edge of the bay, eyes lost in the gentle shimmer of the water. For a moment, the world melted away—no work, no stress, just the lull of the sea. But then, something shifted. A ripple that didn’t belong. Movement beneath the surface.

Far off, a head broke the water. A boy. No splash, no warning—he was simply there. Josh blinked, confused. No one had dived in. He’d been standing here for a while. But when he looked again, the boy was gone. A trick of the mind, he told himself.

Until he looked down.

Just beneath the ledge, almost within reach, was that same face—unreal in its perfection. Hair slicked blonde, water beading down sculpted skin like fingers tracing a fantasy. The boy smiled, slow and knowing, and raised a hand toward him. An invitation.

Josh should’ve hesitated. Should’ve questioned the surreal glow in those eyes, or the way his heartbeat quickened with no fear, only lust. But instead, he stepped forward and let himself fall into the embrace of the sea.

The water closed around him, warm and thick like a lover’s breath. The boy swam to him in silence, with the grace of something ancient and wicked. Their bodies brushed. His hand slid up Josh’s arm. And then—the kiss.

Or so he thought.

The boy’s lips parted—but not for passion. Josh’s eyes flew open just as the darkness enveloped him, his mouth pressed not against another’s, but swallowed whole into the slick, pulsing heat of the merman’s throat.

Because that boy? He wasn’t human.

He was a predator, sculpted by the essence of every man he'd devoured—sailors, swimmers, wanderers lost to lust. A body forged from stolen desire. A beauty so intense he no longer needed to sing to seduce; now, a single glance could snare even the most resistant soul.

Josh had no chance. He had been chosen. And now, he would become just another part of the merman’s irresistible perfection—fuel for the next seduction

Oh, this belly? Well, Nick challenged me that I couldn't catch him swimming right behind him, and as you can see, I eventually caught him. This will definitely teach him a lesson to not challenge a superior man.

As you can see, your friend is gone, that little snack has already passed on, turning into more meat and bulk. He made the mistake of getting too close to me in the locker room when I was hungry. He clearly wanted to get a glimpse of my bod from the outside, but in the end he has gotten a full vip tour to see my body from the inside. And now if you don't want to end up like him, I would advise you to leave me, cos I warn you that I always have room for seconds, especially for a guy who looks as delicious as you. Guuuuuurgle. Slurp.

When a pred hears a guy saying that there is nothing he wants more than to be consumed by a superior man

Did you think you could run away from me? Huh? Hahaha, no way. Did you really think that trying to escape would help you? Didn't you realize that my physique is a thousand times superior to yours? Oh, I love to see the hopes of my victims shattered when I pin them under my body. Also, watching your face while you feel my stomach rumbling, proccesing what little left of your boyfriend and asking for more meat, makes me really horny. Now be still, because it's time to eat and daddy is hungry. SLUUUURP.

When a pred is grateful for the service of his victims, who sacrificed their lives to turn him into a true beast

Jason looked at his cell phone after receiving a message. When he went to open it he found a video of his colleage Victor, eating ferociously, as if he was starving, and attached to the video was the following message, which made Jason shudder with both fear and pleasure: "See this burrito, as I devour it ravenously? Well that's going to be you tonight, whether you like it or not. I'm hungry and I've been holding back for too long, and I could really use some gains right now. Don't try to escape, it's useless, I'm an expert hunter and I always get what I want. So here I come."

Suddenly Jason heard a loud banging on his door, and he knew that it was going to be his last minutes outside of Victor's bulky body. After seeing many of his dorm mates fall to Victor's fierce hunger, Jason knew his time was soon to come. It was time to do his part in the food chain and feed the predator that stood above all other people in the campus.

Hey, you! I'm out of my protein shake, and I still need to fill this tank. GuuUuuuuurgleeeeE. Just the sight of you makes my stomach growl, it's calling you. Be a good boy and come to daddy, soothe my ravenous hunger.

Oh, stop twitching at once! Trying to break out won't do you any good. Once something enters my stomach, it doesn't escape until it has been digested and absorbed by my body. The only thing you are accomplishing with your futile attempts to escape is giving me gas. BuUuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUurp.

Aaaaah, now much better. Look what you've accomplished, now that you've made me burp you have much less oxygen left in my stomach. Well, this way you'll soon stop moving the fuck up. Although anyway, in the end it's better that you run out of air as soon as possible, so you'll be unconscious before my body starts to do its job and turn you into pure protein to feed my herculean body. You wouldn't want to feel your body dissolve to become one with mine, although for me, there is no higher pleasure.

Rick glanced sideways at Hector, his gym buddy, as he told him about his woes, starting with how poorly he was doing in college and adding how broken up he was over the breakup with his girlfriend.

"This life sucks, man, I can't even find the motivation to keep going to the gym, how can one find happiness if my future seems dark and I can't find someone who loves me?" said Hector to his partner, unburdening all his misfortunes and without expecting an answer.

When he finished, Hector looked at Rick, who had stopped doing curls, and stared at him, with that sweet face he had as a himbo. Hector didn't expect any solution from his friend, after all, Rick didn't seem to suffer from heartbreak, since he could get anyone he wanted with that good boy face and that body of an adonis, and he didn't seem to be the best person to put himself in someone else's place either. However, Hector noticed on his face that Rick seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, Rick's face lit up.

"Dude, I know what the solution to all your problems might be. You trust me, don't you, buddy? Well, close your eyes and wait for me to work my magic," Rick said, with a boyish, goofy grin, really happy that he could think of a solution to get his friend out of that black hole.

Hector, trusting Rick, closed his eyes, a bit expectant to see what ridiculous idea his gym buddy would have come up with. Suddenly, Hector felt Rick grab his shoulders, and noticed a sudden hot air with a protein shake smell on his face. Upon this situation, Hector opened his eyes to see what was happening, to see right in front of his face how his friend's jaws were about to engulf him. Hector had no time to react, and Rick, as if he had done this a million times, devoured his buddy like a noodle, sucking him in with astonishing ease. When he finished guzzling Hector's feet, sending him straight to his stomach, he let out a sigh of relief and began to gently caress his distended belly.

"See how easy it is to find a solution to your problems? If you're part of me now, and I'm happy, now you'll be happy too, I'm a genius!" exclaimed Rick, really thinking he was helping his friend, as Hector began to try to wriggle out of his stomach. "Oh, I love the way you move on my stomach, that's a sure sign you're happy. Aww, how easy it is to help a friend Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp."

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.

In public, some preds try to keep things subtle. Flatten their bloated stomachs, play innocent—anything to avoid attention. The newbies do it out of fear; the clever ones, to keep the buffet open. But not Nick. Not anymore. After swallowing down hundreds of prey, some of them predators themselves, he didn’t hide a damn thing. In fact, he loved putting on a show.

Today, his stomach bulged gloriously—taut, gurgling, unapologetic—as he let it swell back to its true size right on the beach. No shame. Just hunger. And power. When the first terrified pair of eyes met his, he grinned wide and watched the panic ripple outward like blood in water. That was the moment it started—the real fun.

The sunbathers always went first, fumbling for their things in stupid confusion, as if towels or sunglasses could save them. Then came the swimmers, slow and splashing, easy targets for a muscled beast like Nick who cut through water like a predator born for it. But his favorites? The ones who thought they were clever. The ones who bolted for their cars, shoving others down to save themselves.

Nick let the fallen whimper on the sand, ignored for now. He wanted the arrogant ones—the ones who thought they were going to make it. Nothing tasted better than desperation laced with false hope. The way their faces crumbled when they realized they were caught… oh, it made his stomach purr.

When the beach was still again and the sun hit just right, Nick would lie back, heavy and full, his belly squirming with heat and helpless movement. Digestion under the sun was his reward—their bodies melting down into pure muscle, adding bulk to his already devastating form.

Sometimes the cops would show up. Some poor soul had managed to call for help. But all they ever did was deliver dessert. Another squad. Another meal. More fuel for the body of a god.

Superman suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing exactly what had happened or where he was. As soon as he tried to move, he felt chains clamped tightly against his titanium muscles. When he looked up, he saw his captor. You might think this is a typical scene where a villain tries to take down the superhero, but you couldn't be more wrong.

The man who had trapped Superman, named Sean looked at him with a nervous look on his face, not quite sure how to react to seeing that he had woken up. When he felt Superman's cold, piercing, anger-laden stare pierce his forehead, he plucked up his courage and said, "E…hey, Superman, this…. I know what you've done! And even you can't escape justice. I've seen how you've devoured innocent people just to satiate your lust for power and your monstrous hunger. I… I know that first you preyed on the villains, and… well, that's not right, but innocent citizens? You should be our protector, and right now you've become the biggest villain in this city, and that can't be allowed, and… if justice does nothing, then I will stop you!"

All this time, Superman was listening intently, unable to help but form a sinister grin on his face when he heard that someone had found him out. Someone might be expected to feel annoyed, obfuscated or even nervous to see that his dark side had been discovered. However, none of these feelings could be seen reflected on Superman's face, who seemed to be enjoying the situation. After Sean finished speaking, superman breathed in sharply, trying to catch a certain scent, after which he let out air letting out a low moan.

"Oh, and you're going to be the one to stop me? There's nothing I like better than a weakling thinking he's a righteous vigilante. I can smell your fear, and I can assure you it smells delicious, just like all the citizens I've devoured smelled right after realizing I hadn't shown up to save them, hahaha. Ooooh, and what I love most of all is that your brilliant plan is to trap me with some measly chains, it's just…. hahahahaha, you have to laugh… Normally, getting rid of chains like these would be a piece of cake, and in a minute I would have shattered them. But now? ha! You'd be lucky if they last more than five seconds." Superman paused, enjoying the moment, and again inhaling the sweet smell of a terrified prey from his hunter.

"You see, a few weeks ago, something strange awakened in me, a ravenous hunger, suddenly commanding me to absorb something more substantial than simple food. This hunger just awoke when I had a bunch of thieves cornered, who in less than a minute became my first prey and the first to feed my body, making me ascend. I soon discovered that I could not wait for my hunger to hold out for a crime to be perpetrated, and even less so when all the bandits and thieves were mysteriously disappearing, so one fine day, I gave in to my hunger, and began to hunt victims that I found alone in alleys. My hunger increased with each prey, and so did my powers. Soon I felt how I began to develop new powers, being able to sense the fear and anguish of my prey, creating fire at my will, or even manipulating the minds of my victims. That's when I felt what my true mission on Earth was, I had not come to this planet to become its hero, I had come here to be the bane of the human race, to feed on Earth's population of humans, who would unwittingly help me become the god I was always destined to be." Sean felt shivers down his spine, feeling like a little mouse in front of a ferocious tiger, knowing that he hadn't thought this through patiently and that Superman's dark side was definitely much bigger than he thought.

"And then you came along, you really thought you could beat me, and suddenly I felt it. I don't have to hold back anymore, I don't have to keep pretending I'm a superhero anymore, consuming my prey in the shadows. And you know where I'm going to start? I'll start by devouring your boyfriend, and I'll go on through all the rest of the inferior humans you give a damn about. Oh, and don't worry, I know how to find them, your mind is an open book to me that I can read with ease, and if not I can always force you to take me to them, to give them to me to watch me grow, getting closer and closer to being a god. Ooooh, this is going to be so much fun, I can't wait any longer." Suddenly, Superman's muscles began to inflate, and the chains couldn't hold any longer. It was at that moment that Sean realized he was never in control of the situation. "Are you ready to see me in action, little Sean? I can't wait to watch you go down as I devour everyone you've ever loved, until there's no one left and you're next, being the cherry on top of this great feast. Sluuuuurp. Ooooh, I bet you're all going to be delicious."

Zac leaned back on the couch, feeling the last struggles of his roommate in his stomach. His roommate's clutter had been getting on his nerves for a while now, not to add that he was always listening to music at full volume late at night. But the last straw for Zac was that his roommate had eaten the steak Zac had in store to celebrate the fact that he was getting closer and closer to achieving the ideal physique. Now, his roommate would melt in his stomach, taking the place of the steak, and becoming nutrients that Zac's body would assimilate to get the body he had been looking for for so long.

Crop tops are the new favourite item of clothing for preds. With a crop top they can eat as much prey as they want without the fear of their sweatshirt/shirt/jacket ripping when their belly starts to grow after receiving prey after prey in their stomach. It's the perfect solution, and it saves them a lot of money by preventing them from having to go shopping for new clothes every time they let their big appetites get the better of them.

Sahar slowly got out of the pool, still feeling the slight resistance of his preys in his stomach. These guys, who had gone to the pool to have a great time, had no idea what was coming their way. What completely sealed their fate was that while they were laughing and playing with the water in the pool, they splashed Sahar, who was sunbathing on a lounger to get the perfect tan for his next competition. It was then that Sahar got up from the lounger, and dived into the pool, plunging into the deep end. That' s when he began to grab the feet of that group of boys from underneath, to sink them and devour them without being seen by the rest, like a shark. So, in just a minute, all those boys had disappeared without a trace, except for the distended stomach that could be clearly seen on Sahar's figure when he exited the pool, which would not take long to transform into pure muscle. That pump would definitely seal his victory in the next bodybuilding competition.

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