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The Gang’s All Here

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Roger asked. He was slowly starting to come around after being hit on the back of the head. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was tied to a wall, both his hands strapped by ropes above his head, making him look like he had formed the letter “I.” As he looked around, he saw several of his friends sitting in front of him, all tied and bound with their mouths covered. They looked like they all had fear in their eyes.

“What the fuck?! Are you guys ok??” Roger asked. This wasn’t right. Him and his friends were the most notorious group around. How the fuck did they get in such a bad situation? He couldn’t remember anything. Someone must have gotten the jump on him but who? The guys all looked at him and struggled against their restraints, unable to do much else except grunt in frustration.

”Shit, we gotta get out of here!” Roger said, trying to yank at the ropes holding him. Despite being 6’ 2” and fairly muscular, he was having no luck.

“I’d save my energy, if I were you,” a voice said.

“Huh? Who’s there?! Show your face, fucker!” Roger spat. As he squinted, he saw a figure emerge from behind where his friends stood. He tried to make out the features of who it was as they came into view. The figure slowly got closer to Roger. Finally, he could see who had spoken to him from the shadows.

“Charlie? Is that you?” Roger asked. Charlie had been Roger’s best friend back when they were in grade school, but eventually Roger realized Charlie was holding him back from his true potential and he decided to cut him loose. Since then, Roger became more of a bully to Charlie throughout high school and even college. From his perspective, Roger was trying to toughen Charlie up but it never seemed to work. When Roger formed his gang with his friends, Charlie wanted nothing to do with it.

“Yes, Roger. It’s me.” Charlie didn’t smile or show any real emotion. It was rather scary for Roger. He’d never seen Charlie come off so cold.

“The fuck is going on? What happened?” Roger demanded.

“Easy. I lured you into a fairly simple trap along with your cronies here and it went without a hitch. I’m actually a little disappointed there wasn’t much of a fight,” Charlie said.

“A trap? For what? What’re you planning on doing?”

“I want you to stop being the asshole you’ve turned into. I’ve watched you torment the people of this neighborhood for years, including me, and enough is enough. I’ve taken matters into my own hands,” Charlie said.

“You? Really? The fuck are you gonna do? You’re a spineless punk who’s not worth licking my boots clean!” Roger shot back. His fuse was already running out and he was about to lose himself.

“Careful, Roger. Don’t make me plug that loud mouth of yours.”

“How the fuck you gonna do that? You don’t have it in you!” Roger said.

“I’m warning you. Quiet down or one of your friends here isn’t going to like what happens next,” Charlie was starting to lose his cool, too.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t hurt any of them. This is all a scare tactic against me and it isn’t going to work cause you’re all bark and no bite!” Roger had had enough. He began pulling on his restraints again. He swore he felt them starting to come loose.

“Is that so?” Charlie said. He grabbed one of Roger’s friends, Daniel, and marched him up to Roger. Daniel looked terrified as he tried to guess what was going to happen.

“Sup, Daniel? Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Charlie will chicken out and let you — mmph!” Roger was cut off. Charlie had grabbed Daniel and shoved him headfirst into Roger’s mouth. Roger’s eyes shot right open. The fuck was Charlie doing?! Roger felt Daniel slowly get pushed to the back of his throat, his hair tickling the roof of his mouth.

“I warned you, Roger, to shut your mouth but you didn’t listen. Now I’ve had to use Daniel to do it for me. Don’t panic, though. I won’t hurt Daniel. He’ll be perfectly fine. Well, assuming you’re nice to him,” Charlie said as he pushed Daniel more. Daniel tried to thrash around but the ropes were making it really difficult.

Roger was trying to figure out what Charlie meant. How would he be nice to Daniel? As he pondered, Daniel hit the back of Roger’s throat. Then, without warning, Roger’s body forced him to swallow. Daniel’s head was pulled down Roger’s throat, his shoulders and chest entering his mouth now. Oh, fuck, Roger thought. This is what Charlie meant! He was going to make him swallow Daniel! That sick bastard!

Roger made muffled sounds to Charlie and Daniel in hopes they would stop. Daniel was making it worse by struggling, forcing his body to swallow more to try to get some air. Meanwhile, Charlie was starting to stop pushing now, letting Roger’s body do the work.

“Well, looks like Daniel wants to keep going. Better finish this up, Roger,” Charlie said as he went up to Roger’s face and tilted it up. In doing so, gravity had a greater impact on Daniel, forcing him more into Roger’s throat and mouth. Daniel started to struggle harder, unintentionally helping gravity feed Roger. Roger’s eyes widened again. This couldn’t be happening, could it? Daniel was now down to his waist in Roger’s mouth and Roger’s stomach was starting to bloat out to make room.

Roger did everything he could to fight back, the tears of the pain starting to form at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t let them fall, though. He was not about to give Charlie the satisfaction. He swallowed on, sending Daniel further into his stomach, making his way past his butt and legs, leaving just his feet. With one final swallow, he sent Daniel all the way in and let out a big gasp, finally able to get air into his lungs.

“Holy shit, what the fuck did you just make me do?!” Roger said. He looked down at his stomach and his eyes almost popped out of this head. His gut was huge, having burst out of his shirt and jacket, the hairy orb taking up the room in front of him! Not only that, it was shaking, its captive trying to find a way out. Roger’s belly sloshed and groaned from all the movement, making Roger want urgently to grab his stomach to calm it down.

“Simple, Roger,” Charlie said cooly. “You’ve made it well known to me and everyone else that you torment how much these people mean to you. I just decided to help make sure they’re somewhere that you’ll never have to miss them.” Charlie walked over and placed a hand on Roger’s shaking stomach. He very clearly felt Daniel inside, squirming his hardest to get out of his new home. Roger stared at the sight in awe, not sure what to do, not that he could really do anything.

“You better…get him…the FUCK…out of me,” Roger panted, Daniel’s struggles really taking a toll on him.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. You’d have to get him out,” Charlie said. He looked over at the other three gang members. They all looked absolutely mortified. Charlie sized each one up and down. Joey, the largest of the bunch, was 6’ 4”, 270 pounds and a fairly warm brown skin complexion. Joey typically dealt with getting the money from the illicit transactions the group did. He was also in charge of getting rid of anyone in his way, though, thankfully, he hadn’t needed to do that yet. Miles, on the floor next to Joey, was smaller at 5’ 7” and 165 pounds. He handled the books to cover the money coming and going. He preferred taking a more laid-back approach than his fellow members, not wanting to get mixed in too much. Lastly was Nathan, a middle range of both. He was 6’ 0” and around 220 pounds. He kept watch over Roger’s back, making sure no one got in his way. He preferred being more muscle than anything else, and this afforded him the opportunity to do so.

Charlie skimmed them all. He knew Roger wasn’t going to stop what he was doing over just one member, so he was prepared to lower the numbers. He walked over to Nathan, yanked him up, and marched him over to Roger.

“What the hell are you going to do with Nathan?” Roger asked, cringed as his gut continued to shake. Charlie took Nathan and shoved his face into Roger’s gut.

“Do you hear that, Nathan?” Charlie asked. Nathan started panicking, wanting to be anywhere but there. “That’s the sound of someone getting what they deserve.” Roger’s gut seemed to shake more. Charlie pulled Nathan up and looked at Roger. Roger was still trying to catch his breath when Charlie shoved Nathan into his mouth. His eyes immediately bulged out, wanting to yell but unable to get anything out. Nathan, for his part, was trying his best to flail and shake off Charlie but stopped. Charlie was completely in control of the situation. He continued to push Nathan in, getting Roger to swallow beyond his head, then his shoulder, then his torso. Charlie decided to step back at this point.

“Well, well, Roger. It looks like you have quite the mouthful. You best swallow the rest if you want to get some air that I can tell you so desperately need.” Charlie smiled. It was true; Roger’s airway was completely blocked and the only way fix it was to swallow down Nathan. He absolutely hated the idea but knew there was nothing to be done. He begrudgingly started to swallow on his own, slightly tilting his head back to get gravity to help. He felt this stomach start to bulge even more, Nathan joining Daniel. Daniel started fighting more frantically, his room being taken up very quickly by Nathan. Finally, with one last gulp, Roger managed to swallow the rest of Nathan down, immediately dropping his head to stare at his belly. It was positively massive and shaking like an earthquake from what was happening within. It continued to grow and bulge out, the last of Nathan finding his way inside. Roger did his best to get air into his lungs, his head starting to swim from what was happening.

“Atta boy, Roger. I knew you could do it.” Charlie came over and gave Roger’s belly some solid rubs, feeling Nathan and Daniel panicking inside.

“Charlie, stop, this has gone way too far!” Roger said between labored breaths. His belly was still swelling out as the last of Nathan made its way inside. “You’re gonna make me pop!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Charlie said, standing in front of Roger, rubbing his belly. It felt tight, Daniel and Nathan groaning inside, still bound and gagged from Charlie’s work. There was little they could do. “Ya know, I heard two’s a party but three is a crowd. I don’t know if I believe that. Should we find out?” Charlie asked as he stepped away and walked over to Joey, who was struggling like mad as he knew what was coming.

Roger also started to panic. “Charlie, you can’t be serious! There’s no fucking room in me! He’s got nowhere to go!” Suddenly, Roger’s belly let out a loud rumble. It almost sounded like it was…hungry? Roger looked at his belly in surprise.

“Sounds to me like you need more, not less. I’m just giving you what you want!” Charlie said with a wicked grin. He grabbed Joey by the scruff of his neck and stood him up. This was going to be quite the challenge for Roger, but Charlie knew he could do it. He pushed Joey forward, who stumbled, still slightly dazed. Once they got to Roger, Charlie turned to Roger and smiled. “Alright, open up!”

“Charlie, enough! There’s no way I can do this and you know it! You made your point! Let him and Miles go!” Roger pleaded. It had been a while since he had felt so backed into a corner. Charlie really did hold all the power here, and he’d have to try to negotiate for once instead of using force to get out of this. Unfortunately for him, Charlie was nowhere near interested.

“I said ‘OPEN’!” Charlie said, giving Roger’s belly a kick. In doing so, not only did it jostle some gas in Roger’s gut, it forced out an extra large burp, giving Charlie his opportunity. He lined Joey up and pushed him in as hard as he could. Roger immediately felt his throat bulge as Joey hit the back of his throat. Joey was easily the biggest of the bunch. There was no way he could do this! And yet, there was nothing to do but swallow. As Charlie pushed, Joey began his descent into Roger, feeling his throat muscles squeezing him. Against his big frame, it was especially tight, but Roger kept going. Joey’s shoulders proved to be a challenge. Roger’s eyes started to water again. This was beyond torture. Charlie didn’t give up, though, and shoved more. Eventually, they, too, made it into Roger’s throat and headed down. After that, it was smooth sailing. Charlie casually pushed as Joey went down, forcing Roger’s belly to grow again and the men inside to get closer and closer together. Finally, Joey’s feet entered Roger’s mouth and he gave one more big swallow, immediately catching his breath as he watched his stomach swell to a size he never could imagine.

“What…have you…done?!” Roger gasped out, completely shocked at what had happened.

“What I needed to. All of you are a menace and it was time to knock you down a peg,” Charlie said as he turned to Miles. Miles caught his eye and began to do what the other three had tried: thrash to get away. Charlie started walking towards him.

“Charlie…please,” Roger got out, sounding out of breath. His body had been put through more than he could ever have imagined and he had no more energy to give. Charlie ignored him and continued walking towards Miles. He knelt down but, to the surprise of Roger and Miles, he didn’t pick Miles up and bring him to Roger. Instead, Charlie…took off his mouth cover and cut him loose. Miles stared at him in shock.

“I think my point has been made, and you were always the more reasonable one of this bunch. You can go, but I’d suggest you keep this a secret,” Charlie said to Miles. He gave a quick smile but went back to looking stern. Miles didn’t say a word. He nodded quickly, and then he bolted as quick as he could while looking naturally. Once Miles was out of view, Charlie turned back to Roger. “Now…how are we feeling?”

Roger looked out of this world, his stomach taller and wider than the rest of Roger several times over. It gurgled and groaned, shaking as the three inside fought against their constraints. “Do you even need to fucking ask,” Roger said. He felt sick, wanting to rub his stomach so bad. “Help a guy out?”

Charlie decided to oblige and walked over. He put his hands on Roger’s stomach and rubbed. It was firm to the touch, though Charlie could makeout the forms of the men inside. “Way to be the big man on the streets,” Charlie joked.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you and keep rubbing,” Roger said with a slight grimace. His stomach was beyond in pain, but the rubs were helping somewhat. His stomach was still gurgling and sloshing like crazy, but at least the pain was easing. “So now that you’ve made me eat my crew, what’s your plan?”

“Me? Oh, I’m done. Now that these assholes are off the streets, I expect things, and you, will calm down.” Charlie kept rubbing while admiring his work. “Ah, one more thing.” He stopped briefly to remove the ropes around Roger’s hands. Once free, Roger stretched his arms and then put them on his belly, now truly getting to feel his newfound growth.

“Well, it’s true I won’t be roaming around for a while. Not with this thing,” Roger said, patting his gut. The men inside squirmed, making him wince. “These fucks need to calm down in there.”

“Would you? I bet it’s pretty tight where they’re at,” Charlie smirked.

“Even still, goes to show they weren’t as tough as I thought they were. Good riddance,” Roger slapped his belly, causing an extra loud gurgle to emit.

“So, you gonna keep them in there?” Charlie asked.

“Do I have a choice? You getting them in there was already unbelievable. No fucking way I’m gonna be able to throw them up,” Roger said. “But damn, how am I gonna get home?”

“I can help with that. My pickup is around the corner. Plenty of room in the bed,” Charlie said as he continued rubbing. Roger looked at him and smirked.

“Well, ain’t that a nice gesture? Where did that cold, badass fucker who did this to me earlier go?” Roger asked.

“He got what he needed and bailed. Now you just get regular ole me, the guy who used to be your best friend.” Charlie looked into Roger’s eyes. Roger immediately could see the coldness from his eyes was gone. Back was the warmer, friendlier Charlie that Roger had forgotten about. Why did they stop being friends? When did Roger decide to leave him behind?

Roger’s stomach lurched. The men inside were still wriggling around. “Ugh, these assholes are exhausting. This is gonna take some getting used to,” Roger said, helping Charlie rub his gut in an attempt to soothe it.

“You gonna be able to walk with all this?”

“I’ll manage. No way am I letting these clowns slow me down,” Roger said, taking a step forward. His gargantuan gut wobbled as he moved, but Roger maintained his posture. “I’m not a quitter, you know that!”

“You’re also stubborn as an ass,” Charlie said, smiling to himself. “I gotta say, I expected you to be way more upset about all this.”

“Oh, I was,” Roger started, still walking forward, “but after thinking on it, I’m way more impressed you could do all this. Didn’t know you had it in you!” Roger looked at Charlie and gave him an approving nod. His belly let out a loud gurgle, seemingly giving its approval, too. The gang inside were still struggling, but to no avail.

“I didn’t either. Something came over me, but I’m glad it all worked out. You need to turn things around, Roger. You’re better than this,” Charlie said, helping Roger move forward. Roger was starting to pick up the pace, the belly being less of an obstacle.

“Look, I get it, alright? Point made. This thing,” Roger poked his belly, “will be a permanent reminder. Though damn is my food budget gonna explode now that I’m eating for four.”

“That’s…my fault, so I’ll pitch in, don’t worry. For now, let’s get your bloated ass home. It’s been a long day,” Charlie said.

“Smart. You remember where I live?” Roger asked. His stomach groaned and glorped. He let out a solid BUUUURRRP, feeling his bellymates get angry. “Fuck, settle down, assholes! This is your home, now. Get used to it!” he shouted at his belly, giving it a punch.

“Yup, I still do, for some reason,” Charlie laughed. “Come on, bubba.” Charlie and Roger continued walking, their friendship now different but renewed and both were ready for what comes next.

eskaria145

hellu, im back

toxicmasculinity4u

vore-mecca

Sorry, I know you’re a bit exposed, but I always try to get a photo of each dude right before I shove them up my ass, you know, for posterity

princeofvore

“For the third night in a row reports continue to come in of people going missing in Central Park late at night. Eye witnesses have reported seeing something resembling a massive wolf roaming the area and the NYPD have advised that people avoid entering Central Park after sunset. More on this story as it develops.”

UH-OH looks like Loki never fully removed that Lycanthropy spell he cast on Steve on Halloween last year!! He swears he did but the trickster simply put it on a timer so it activates every October. To make matters worse poor Cap just can’t seem to control his appetite either!! Let’s hope he makes it back to his dorm before anyone really takes notice of his “condition”.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!

IDK how clearly it came across but it’s sunrise and he’s changing back to normal

fatboyfinder3

vore-mecca

Yeah I could see why you’d think that after you fucking devoured Kyle after that last set. Listen bro, I know this is ideal for your metabolism and the most ideal way to put on muscle mass and all that, but did you really have to shove your spotter up your ass like that? I’m all for this whole maneating thing, but aren’t there enough tasty strangers to satisfy you that you don’t have to digest our friends. C’mon dude! Just stop and think once in a while! Kyle was a good guy and now he’s gone forever because you couldn’t wait three Goddamn minutes for some twink to walk in the locker room. I’m gonna shut up now before you churn me out of spite or something, but just consider that perhaps friends shouldn’t be food regardless of how well they hit your macros.

asinfullangel

“A new guy’s crush on the nerd snack.” New day on this lovely Valentines day, the goatee narrator in position to write out today events, an

[contain vore, love is in the air and in a man’s stomach]

[This was made because someone wanted to be a part of the story. What a request]

asinfullangel

What a surprise, this one being my most reblog. What fun and enjoyment^^

(Glad this one so many like to reread. And I don’t feel flustered about it, just happy)

asinfullangel

And special thanks for a lovely @gigifabulous98 for these two birthday art pieces

One on the left being my nerd, Luke.

And the one of the right being my currently fed and flushed teacher, Barrett.

So show my friend some love, comment your thoughts, and follow for more🩵

tummyrubblins

Opening up 6 discounted commission slots for June. 32% off for those (discount won’t combine with the Patreon discount)

tummyrubblins

Opening up 6 discounted commission slots for June. 32% off for those (discount won’t combine with the Patreon discount)

cyclebrosworld

vore-mecca

Hate to do this and I know you’ve trained for months and have a great life to look forward to, but I’m starving and can’t help but think that suit would be perfect for scuba diving through my guts. I know it’s not what you had planned, but we could still do a triathlon of sorts, if you’d let me cheer you on through each of the events, so long as those are my stomach, my small intestines and my colon.

digestavore

I think your ass deserve a bit more padding. Could you tell me in details how my journey would go once you've got me sucked up your hole ?

Your journey starts when my hole stretches wide enough to swallow you whole 😈 You’ll feel the ring clamp down behind your head like a wet, hot vice. There’s no going back.

Inside, it’s a fucking crush. My guts doesn’t welcome you, they processes you. You’ll be churned in a slick, brutal blackness....muscles squeezing tighter with every inch you sink.

You’ll hear your own bones start to give under the pressure before you even stop struggling, cracking and snapping against each other as you scream....

You’ll feel yourself coming apart. Not melting, but grinding down. Skin and muscle all turning to pulp, then slurry, then nothing but another layer of fat on my ass.

A useful, forgotten cushion. I won’t remember your name. I’ll just enjoy the extra weight when I sit down. 🫦

spndxjcksblog

vore-mecca

It is a well understood fact that the same explosive strength that make sprinters so fast also turns their glutes into an inescapable trap for other men, like a vice grip for any limb that might slip in and become immobilized until the rest of their body gets dragged inside by the powerful muscle. While it is true that most runners with this ability never actually act on this potential lethal advantage, it is also undeniable truth that they spend much of their day subconsciously scouting for potential prey pondering a simple, dangerous “what if”. Most never act, but there’s always someone who decides that the better question is “who should be my first.”

asinfullangel

“Staying behind on winter break, but even some predators don’t sleep through winter just yet.” “Yes, yes, it's been some time since I last

(Yes, I finally wrote something new after some time. And picked to post it on my B-day👉👈)

(And I hope you enjoy. A little continuation to my college nerd oc)

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