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So since I tend to repost and follow porn a lot, underage people should really not be following me. So please dont. Dude in his 30s just here to look at vorny stuff

[tooswole42]

"BURRRPP!!! Ah, that was a good meal. Not my fault the food was taking too long, the waiter should have been faster! HAHAHA!"

[gay-vore-mania]

“Hah! Look! Big muscle jock talked a big game and doesn’t last a fucking HOUR in my gut. I swear some guys are just meant to be prey. What an absolute waste… 200 pounds of fresh meat and I’m hungry again in under an hour. I’m gonna have to start gulping down multiple guys at once if I ever want to actually bulk up.”

[piggyawesome]

Looks like these two couldn’t just let their dates stay outside but had to be in their bellies

[belliesandmuscles]

[vore-mecca]

Seriously bro? You ate Brandon three weeks ago, laughed through his final wrenching hours, celebrated the energy and gains he gave you in the gym and are just now realizing that you fucked up!? Dude’s been gone for weeks at this point and only when the last physical remnants of his figure on your abdomen has almost completely faded does it cross your mind that you’re never gonna see him ever again. You gleefully devoured your friend and enjoyed every second of his suffering! Don’t pretend now like you finally realized the consequences of digesting him now when it’s three weeks too late!

[voreliciouslegsman]

Who's gonna come to feed ? I'm hungry and need good proteins 😋🤤

[superheavyftms]

Superheavy Shots: Eternal Union

Look at me. I mean, really look at me. You see this? This absolute, mountain-sized slab of raw, uncut power? I’m more meat than man at this point. I’m standing here in this gym, the lights hummin’ overhead, and I’m lookin’ in the mirror, but it’s like I’m lookin’ through a goddamn telescope at a planet I just discovered. My name’s Hunter. At least, that’s the name that rumbled up from my throat the second we became... this.

I reach down, my hands thick as dinner plates, and I grab the waistband of these blue patterned joggers. I gotta see it all. I peel ‘em down, slow, lettin’ the fabric bunch up around my knees. I’m lookin’ down at these quads—they aren't just legs, man. They’re like oak trunks wrapped in steel cable. Every time I twitch, a new vein snakes across the surface. I’m wearin’ these black trunks underneath, and they’re screamin’ for mercy against the size of my thighs.

I stand up straight, plantin’ my trainers firm on the floor. I catch my reflection. It’s wild, man. I got Sadey’s eyes—piercing, icy blue, lookin’ out from under the brim of this black bandana. And I got Piper’s lips—full, soft, but set into this rugged, bearded jawline that looks like it was hacked out of granite.

"God damn," I growl. My voice... it’s like gravel rollin’ in a deep barrel. It vibrates in my chest, a chest so thick I can barely see my own feet when I look down.

You’re probably wonderin’ how a beast like me ended up with the souls of two women stirrin’ around in his gut. We were on a trip, man. Sadey and Piper. Ten years together wasn’t enough. We couldn’t stand the space between us anymore. Even when we were touchin’, there was still skin in the way, you know? We found this place—some ancient, crumbling site in the woods, smelling like wet earth and old secrets. There was a ritual. A promise of "Eternal Union." We didn't hesitate. We held hands, whispered one last 'I love you,' and then... the world turned inside out.

The heat was unbearable. It felt like meltin’ lead. Our bones snappin’ and refitting, skin stretching until it shoulda popped, and then—silence. We woke up on the stone floor, gasping for air with lungs five times the size of what we had before.

Now, I’m Hunter. I’ve got both of us in here. I can feel Sadey’s sharp wit and her temper, and Piper’s tenderness and her deep, bottomless hunger. It’s like a dual-core engine, man. I’m thinkin’ twice as fast and feelin’ twice as much. And right now? All those feelings are focused on this colossal, vein-popping new body.

I step closer to the mirror. I gotta flex. I need to see what this new engine can do. I hit a most muscular, bringin’ my hands together in front of my waist. My traps jump up toward my ears like twin mountains. My delts... fuck, they’re bigger than my head. They’re capped out, round and hard as cannonballs. The skin is stretched so tight across my pecs I can see the individual fibers firing.

"Check that out," I mutter, a smirk tuggin' at those full lips. "Look at the size of us."

I shift into a side chest pose, twistin’ my torso. My lats flare out like a cobra’s hood. It’s a trip, man. I remember what it was like to hold each other—Sadey’s slender fingers digging into the soft, yielding curve of Piper’s waist. Now, when I wrap these massive, tree-trunk arms around my own chest to hit a pose, I’m crushing both of us against a wall of solid muscle. It’s a haunting kind of comfort. I’m cradling the ghosts of the women I used to be, but my hands are huge, calloused, and masculine.

My memories twist. I remember the soft curves of our hips, and then I look down and see this massive, sweeping quad muscle. My sexual hunger? It’s all but doubled. It’s not just a man’s drive; it’s the combined passion of two women who loved each other, now combined in a body built for pure, unadulterated dominance.

I look down at my trunks. The pressure is gettin' to be too much. Talkin' about it, feelin' the power in these muscles... it’s chargin’ me up. Behind the fabric, somethin’ heavy and thick is stirrin’. It’s my cock—a massive, rock-hard pillar of meat that feels like it belongs on a prize bull. I reach down, my thick fingers searchin' for the shape of it.

"Yeah... there you are," I groan, my eyes closin' for a second as I feel the heat of it through the cloth.

I slide my hand inside, grippin' the base of it. It’s thick, pulsatin’ with the same rhythm as my heart. And underneath, my balls—big, heavy, and full of manly cum—swinging heavy between my thighs like overripe fruit. I’m fondlin’ myself right here in the gym, the reflection showin’ me this hyper-masculine god playin’ with his own equipment. I’m a tender beast, man. I can feel the echoes of our softness, but it’s buried under layers of raw, aggressive virility.

I’m starin’ at my reflection, my breath gettin' heavy, foggin' the glass. I’m thinkin’ about later tonight. I’m thinkin’ about headin’ out to the bars, findin’ some guys who think they’ve seen it all. I want to see their faces when they look up at me. I want to see ‘em try to wrap their heads around what I am.

I can imagine it now. Walkin' in, my shoulders brushin' both sides of the doorframe. The scent of me—musk, sweat, and power—filling the room. I’ll find someone. Someone who wants to be dominated by a man who knows exactly how a person needs to be touched, because he’s been on both sides of the equation.

I’ll take ‘em back. I’ll show ‘em what happens when two souls decide to never be apart again. I’ll use this mountain of meat to pin ‘em to the mattress, letting ‘em drown in the absolute, crushing weight of Hunter. I’m gonna show ‘em what it feels like when the lust of two women explodes through the muscles of one goddamn monster.

I pull my hand out, my fingers slick. I grab my joggers and pull ‘em back up, resettlin’ the beast in my pants. I’m ready. This new body's itchin' to be tested. I’m the ultimate merger, a dominant, hypersexual machine with a heart that’s still learnin’ how to beat for one instead of two.

Watch out, world. Hunter is comin' for you. And he’s bringin’ a lot of history with him!

[bandit176]

Boot to the metal!

[anon-sect]

Ken was coming in out of town to visit a best friend he had known from his college days. It was late, around 10:45 in the night. He called his friend the moment the plan had landed. He had rented a vehicle from the airport. Unfortunately, the vehicle was one of the older models that didn't come with GPS. He had to depend on his phone GPS to get to his friend's house.

His phone lost signal nearing the neighborhood his friend lived in. When he thought he was at his friend's house, he pulled into the drive way. He got out to go knock in the door.

Dave had a rough day at work. It seemed like just about everything was going wrong. He was glad he was able to get somethings right before leaving work, but not everything. Then when he got home, he got so many calls from work concerning issues that wasn't fixed. He really needed a break. He eventually turned his phone off after he had had enough calls. Relaxed in his bed at last till he heard his door bell ring around 11pm at night. He really was in no mood for any further interruptions. He put on his house Rob and went to his front door.

He looked through the peep hole to see a stranger standing there. He didn't recognize the stranger nor was he in the mood for someone showing up at the wrong house.

Ken rung the doorbell several times. "Danny, it's me, Ken. Open up already." He waited for the door to open. It was already late, and he wanted a little rest.

Dave decided to invite the stranger in to help ease his annoyance in a different way. The stranger would prove to be useful to him. Maybe the wrong house he came to, but doesn't mean the stranger has to leave. He opened the door to greet the stranger. "Sorry, wrong house." Dave paused for a moment. "But maybe I can help you find who you looking for," he added.

Ken saw he had rung the wrong doorbell. "I apologize for that, Sir. I was looking for my friend's house." He looked down and his phone still didn't have any service. Maybe the nice stranger could let me use his phone to make a phone call, he thought. "Is all right if I use your house phone to call my friend?" He asked.

Dave had the opening he needed to have a little entertainment at the expense of the stranger. "Sure, come on in." He motioned for him to enter. He made sure the stranger followed him to his kitchen, where the home phone was set up at.

Dave watched as Ken dialed his friend number. Once his friend started giving direction to his house, Dave went back to his room to get his special toy from his closet. He came back to the kitchen in time to see Ken hang up the phone. "Got the direction right?" He asked him.

"Yeah, actually, I am just about an hour away. I turned off the wrong exit. I appreciate you letting me use your phone at the late hour. " Ken spoke when he noticed the stranger holding a strange device in his hand and that it was pointed at him. "What's going on?" He asked as he saw a ray of photonic light flash from it and over his body.

"I was having a really annoying day, and unfortunately, you came in the tail end of my annoying day. I needed something to make it better." Dave smiled with a satisfying grin on his face. "And I thought to myself thst I could use a new pair of brown leather boots. A stranger at my door in late hour of the night would make a great pair. And so here we are now." He added as he saw shock and fear on the stranger's face. He didn't catch his name, but it didn't matter at this point. Footwear don't need names.

Ken felt really weird. Something was going wrong with his body, and it wasn't a fun feeling. A dizzy spell began to plague his mind. He knew he had to get out of this house. As he tried to run, he took a few steps and fell to the floor. He couldn't move from the waist down. The feeling continued all the way to his neck. He heard the strange home owner approach. He saw that he was laughing. He was enjoying this situation. The world around him grew in size just as the strange home owner did as well. "You will make a fine pair of boots," Ken heard the home owner say and laugh afterward. He soon lost all consciousness. The last thing he saw was that the home owners white feet stand next to his face.

Dave loves the way the stranger shrunk rapidly down to size. His body changed to a light brown color. His skin became like leather while his clothes and shoes merged with this body. His body then spilt in two, and both halves formed into a pair of durable brown leather boots.

Dave went outside to the stranger's car. He put in the settings for a toy car and fired at it. The vehicle shrunk down in size to about three inches. It was reduced to a plastic toy Kia Forte four-door model. He picked up the little toy and went back in. He stopped at the newly transformed boots. He had a little plan to help the stranger get used to his new owners' feet. He picked up his new boots and went back to his bedroom.

Ken consciously woke up to a feeling of being carried. He tried to move out of the hands carrying him but found that he could not move at all in his new boot bodies on his own. This was a nightmare. It was supposed to be a trip to spend a week with an old friend, but end up being turned taken and becoming an object for a total stranger. His view of sight was limited as he realized his face had become the insoles in the boots. He then smells something really foul. The light was blotted out by a large cotton object stuffed into his boot bodies. He realized at that moment it was a stinky pair of socks. He wanted to gag do badly. He was unable to remove the pair of socks due to his inability to move on his own. The home owner did this act on purpose, Ken thought to himself. He could hear the home owner climb into bed fully aware of what he had done to another human being but not bothered by it. To be tortured while the guy was sleeping was absolute humiliation.

Dave woke up the next morning looking down at his new boots. He laughed at the thought the guy that arrived at his door last night, spent the night with a pair of socks he wore for three days straight. Even by his own standards, those socks smelled horrible. He couldn't imagine being stuck smelling that all night with no relief. But the guy will soon learn that would only be the beginning of his new existence as his footwear.

Ken thought it felt like it was an eternity since he had fresh air. The foul stench was all he could smell for hours. He thought he might have gotten used to it after ten minutes, but he was so wrong. His mind couldn't sleep all night. The foul socks kept him up all night long. Suddenly, fresh air rushed in as the socks were removed and some light returned.

"Today, I decided to wear you while I run some errands and meet up with friends for lunch and dinner with my boyfriend tonight. I will see how comfortable footwear you are." Dave laughed as he put his feet into the boots starting with the left boot.

Ken saw light disappear again as a socked foot moved in and secured itself on his insole face. He endured it a second time as the other boot was secured on foot. The pressure of his face being crushed over and over was overwhelming. At least the socks didn't stink, he thought. Yet, he was in mental torture. It was painful to him with each step the guy took. He wondered if his mind could even cope with being stuck this way for however long the home owner wanted to keep him

At six hours later, Ken was mentally begging the home owner to let him go. There was starting a bit a foot sweat and a foot odor on top of the pain of the constant crushing of his face. The fact that his face was used to cushion a stranger's feet who didn't even bother to care.

Dave feet felt good, like really good. He had never worn such comfortable boots before. The insoles were very supportive of his feet. It was amazing how they would deflate and inflate with each step. Wearing boots all day the majority of the time would hurt his feet, but these boots were different. He definitely was keeping this pair around for a good while.

Ken could hear the home owner meet with others. He mentally tried screaming for help, but being boots, no one heard his plea. He was kidnapped, held hostage on the home owners feet.

Dave returned home late that night, but he feet felt like he hadn't been on them all day. A testament to how comfortable the boot insoles were. He heard his phone ring. He answered and saw it was the stranger's friend that he was supposed to visit. He told him that the guy had left his place after the phone call, and he hadn't seen him since. After he hung up the call, he wondered if his boots heard the conversation.

Ken mentally cried. Not just because of the pain of being crushed over and over all day, not because the home owner's feet was smelling bad, but because the home owner just lied to his friend. There would be no rescue. He was at the home owner's mercy.

Dave removed his boots and sat on his bed. "You did well for your first day as my boots. Your friend doesn't know you are here. Not to mention I turned your car into a toy car and your phone into a toy phone. So no one can link your whereabouts to here." He paused to let his boots really take in the gravity of his new life. "From now on, you serve my feet. I should thank you for ringing my doorbell. You unintentionally delivered unto me the best pair of boots I ever own." He laughed as he continue to change clothes to relax for the night. "By the way, if you haven't figured out already, I am keeping you like this forever, or till you wear out. When that happens I will just use my special toy to remake you. So get used to my feet, whoever you were." Dave laughed even more walking around his room.

Ken knew then his fate was sealed. He would never see his friend or his old life ever again. He was nothing but footwear for a stranger to use as he pleased.

[burlypred]

*BEEEAAAAAAAUUURRP* I’m really glad I bumped into this guy, or rather he bumped into me! It’s been a rough time lately, and in order to really satisfy my appetite, I’ve needed to stuff at least two preyboys into my stomach to keep it from groaning for more. If I’m extra hungry, it could be easy to go gulp down a whole floor of an apartment building or hotel or something, but that’s a lot of effort. It’s nice to chug down a big tall beefy man like the one currently bucking in my belcher and lay down and enjoy digesting my big meal, and he should actually keep this belly working until breakfast for once.

[anon-sect]

It's been 10 days, 10 days without anyone telling me what to do or making up stupid rules for my house. Those 3 idiots will never bother me again. https://www.tumblr.com/guysocksfeet/816195485625991168?source=share

[anon-sect]

It started out as a simple gesture to help a friend out since he had a four-bedroom house. He had to main bedroom. When a friend of his needed a place to stay, Harvey gladly offered one of his spare rooms. He really didn't mind at first. He soon had three of his friends now staying at his place basically for free at this point since the job market was slim pickings currently. It was a good thing he could afford the place on his own without their help involved. But soon things at home changed as he was always the one going to work and paying the bills.

Harvey came home a little tired from work to see Austin, Grant and Carl on the couch gaming. He went and put his things down by the door and just looked at them.

"About time you got home. We are wondering what you will fix for dinner." Grant commented, not looking from the TV screen.

"Yeah, also you will need to buy some more toilet paper. We are almost out again. You really should keep up with household supplies. You know." Austin added to the conversation.

"By the way, you should really ask what we like to eat the most. It's easier to shop that way." Carl commented.

"Wow, I go to work and pay for this play while you three game all day. I get home and that is what I hear." Harvey paused slightly upset. "Haven't you three been looking for jobs yet?" He asked back.

"Yeah, about that also," Grant paused. "The job market sucks. We tried, but we rather game since we stay somewhere rent free." He added.

"Besides, you would never put your friends out on the street." Austin smirked and looked back at the screen.

"What are you cooking tonight anyway?" Carl asked with his feet resting on top of the expensive coffee table in front of the couch.

Harvey just couldn't take it. He gets the same treatment almost every week since after the first month of having all three. Austin was right about one thing. He would never just put his friends out on the street. Yet, he needed a solution to his roommate problem. He couldn't continue with their slackness but for so long. He then had the perfect idea of how to provide a place for his friends and give them some use.

Carl noticed Harvey coming out of the kitchen an hour later with four glasses with soda like liquid in them.

Harvey made sure to hand out the right glasses to the three of them before taking the last one for himself. He took a sip from his glass. "I am sorry, I was so hard on you three earlier. This is my peace offering." He did a toast and took another sip from his glass. He watched as the others followed suit. He waited until all three had completely emptied their glasses.

"Thanks for the drinks, buddy." Carl handed Harvey the empty glass like the others did.

"So, who is cleaning up the kitchen after I cook tonight?" Harvey waited to see if anyone of them would actually volunteer for once.

"Man, you know you always do it. Why should any of us do something you always do." Grant looked once at Harvey and then back at the TV screen while holding the game controller.

This made Harvey even more sure of what he had in mind to do. He took out his phone and opened up the app. He put in the setting for sock. He got in front of the TV and pointed his phone camera at Grant first and hit the flash option. Grant instantly was a sock on the couch.

"Woah, what did you just do?!" Austin exclaimed at seeing Grant just instantly be reduced to a sock.

Before Austin could say anything else, Harvey turned the camera on him and hit the flash option. Austin was a matching sock to Grant. He then quickly switched to a pair of shorts and pointed the camera at Carl.

Carl put up his hands in surrender after seeing what just happened Grant and Austin. "Wait, let's talk about this first." He pleaded but saw it fell on deaf ears as he saw the flash of the camera.

Harvey walked over to the couch. He picked up the pair of socks and shorts. He turned the game system and TV off and went back to his bedroom. He first tried on his new pair of socks. They felt so good on his feet. He enjoyed wiggling his toes in his new socks. He then tried on his new shorts. He rubbed his crotch area in his new pair of shorts. "Simply perfect." He said to himself satisfied.

Austin absolutely hated feet. Being a sock was a complete nightmare. "I am sorry. Change me back now, please. I beg of you." He pleaded. Yet no words were vocalized, only just pleading thoughts begging for mercy to a foot he was wrapped around. He could taste the foot sweat and smell the strong odor coming from Harvey's foot. To him, it tasted disgusting. The foot odor made him noxious. He would puke if he had physical mouth to do so. He felt so powerless and at the mercy of Harvey's foot. He didn't like it one bit.

Grant pleaded over and over, but no vocal words ever heard. He mentally tried as he was forced to taste Harvey's whole foot with no end. He was forced to smell his whole rank foot with no chance of fresh air. He mentally pleaded and begged for forgiveness yet seeing that Harvey didn't hear a single plea. He didn't want this to be his life forever.

Carl found his new view so degrading. He saw Harvey's crotch area of his underwear. His underwear was a little sweaty and musky. Having his face being forced towards that musk made it worse. For his friend to turn all of them into clothing felt horrible. He only hoped that he would change them back soon.

"By the way, your sodas had a special ingredient in them. It was a durability formula. It's supposed to make you super durable to last for an extremely long time." Harvey paused. "You know that means, my new pair of socks and new pair of shorts will last a very long time. At least you still have a place to stay and purpose." He laughed as he continued to enjoy his evening with his new articles of clothing provided by his former friends. He decided he would wear them every day to break them in. That thought amused him.

TEN DAYS LATER.....

Harvey sat in his chair in his bedroom. He had ten days of peace and quiet. Not to mention a clean place as well. He had no annoying roommates just lounging around his place. Instead, he had the best pair of socks he could ever own and the best pair of shorts as well. It was the best decision he could have ever made concerning his former roommates. He was quite pleased with himself.

"It's been 10 days, 10 days without anyone telling me what to do or making up stupid rules for my house. Those 3 idiots will never bother me again." He said to himself. As for how those three felt about their new existence, it was not his problem to even think about. They were his socks and underwear now.

[alphaabsorption]

i feel like i just committed a crime. days ago i met a secret pred at the gym and my mind always felt a bit muggy around him. it wasn't until later when i was changing i saw him use his pecs to flex at guys and lure them with his hypnotic pecs. they drooled and stumbled over practically lining up. one by one he grabbed them and absorbed them into his pecs. a dozen guys gone in less than an hour, slowly being converted. the pred turned back around as if he knew i was there and winked. he flexed again and my mind went muggy. he let me keep those memories as a reminder that i won't do anything to stop him from taking the lives of dozens of men weekly. but his fat pecs were so perfect. I'm going to join them soon, i just know it. the pred just wants to toy with my mind for a bit longer. this might be the last thing i ever write. i'm going to see him now, i hope everyone follows me.

Your life would be better served as pec meat.

[alphaabsorption]

“Fucccck dude, how am I gonna explain this to your girlfriend?? I know! I’ll tell her you’re still inside and that I can reform you with true love’s kiss. Transforming you into my ass was one thing, but getting your girl to make out with my hole as I twerk my fat cheeks in her face? That’s enough to make cum on the spot! And before you get your hopes up, no I’m not turning you back but I’m not cruel…I’ll make sure you’re conscious just enough that you can feel me using her face as a chair.”

[spikey21467]

[zadenight]

Made especially for @pupmilo-nl who is nothing but dumb mindless fabric now. Trust me he loves it.

[dadduluvit]

[dadduluvit]

[dadduluvit]

[jackbrucetf]

Josh had put up with the brothers' bullshit in his woodshop for too long. He hired them both as a favor to their father, but they were always goofing off together. They couldn't pay attention, they wasted materials and time, they were dangerous workers, and they took no responsibility for it. Maybe that's why their father made them someone else's problem. Well, Josh wasn't about to make anyone else miserable. If you can't work beside a man, you can work under a man. At least they'll finally make the shop safer as a pair of steel-toes.

After a few weeks of tasting the warmth and sweat of a carpenter they'll even feel empty without a working man's feet in their mouths.