Univoresity

Welcome to "Univorecity". Will you survive? or will be devoured? Be careful, there is always a "hungry boy" close. Vore and gaining male stories. AI-generated images

[charliefeeder]

1. Welcome to University - Part 3

—Then let’s make a deal —, the stranger continued, flashing a disturbingly calm smile— What are you good at?

—W-well... —Charlie replied, looking away—, some people say I’m smart.

—How interesting.

The man knelt and firmly grabbed Charlie’s face, forcing him to hold his gaze.

—Then, you’re going to entertain me with your intellect.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the lights went completely black. Charlie felt a superhuman force dragging him toward a chair; despite resisting with absolute desperation and trying to break free, his efforts were useless. Within seconds, in the pitch-black room, he felt himself being secured to the chair and heard the clanking of the metal chains locking him down.

—You’re all set —, the man stated.

Instantly, the lights flashed back on. Charlie noticed his entire body was immobilized, with the sole exception of his right hand. Stretching out in front of him was an incredibly long table, packed with the food the man claimed as his. Only the space closest to Charlie was clear; there, someone had placed a tablet.

Charlie still couldn't wrap his head around the situation, until the stranger’s words brought him back to reality:

—Did you know that from the exact moment you stepped foot on this campus, your fate belongs to me?

Charlie looked at him, bewildered.

—That means I can subject you to any of my whims. For instance... —he leaned into whisper in his ear— , punishing you if you fail a test.

Charlie noticed how much the man salivated as he spoke those words. Without a doubt, that monster still saw him as a juicy piece of meat.

—That tablet is programmed to display nothing but the exam. It’s a thousand questions, and your time limit runs until I finish eating —, the man continued, gesturing toward the feast—. This table is modular. I’m going to sit at the far end, and every time I finish a section, I’ll remove that block and drag the rest toward me to keep devouring. Your exam will end when I’ve removed every single block and we are face-to-face.

Charlie let out a sigh with a glimmer of relief, noticing that the structure seemed to stretch out for several yards.

—If your results don’t amuse me... well, you already know what’s waiting for you.

The warning coincided with a new growl from the man’s stomach, a sound so cavernous and brutal it pulverized the little relief Charlie had started to feel.

Without wasting any more time, the giant walked to the opposite end of the table to resume his banquet.

Charlie tapped the tablet screen. A welcome message flashed; he swiped it, and the first question appeared. It was an algebraic equation so trivial he solved it almost without looking. In less than a minute, he tapped the correct answer and moved on. Then to the next one, and the next. None of them posed a real challenge; it looked like a test even an elementary schooler could pass.

However, just as he reached question ten... BBBBBBbbbrrrrrWWWWwwwwrrrrrrrOOOOoooooooooAAAAAAAaaaaRRRRRRrrrrrrPPPPPPPP!!!!!

A thunderous burp echoed from the far end. The stranger disassembled the first block of the table with a sharp snap, tossing it aside to drag the rest of the feast toward him.

“That block had enough food for ten people... and it took him a split second to devour it all”, Charlie thought in horror.

Distressed, he picked up the pace. The frenzy became absolute; the questions flew past his eyes at a speed he could barely process. Time blurred into a desperate race until the metallic echo of the last block being detached froze him in place. Time was up. At that exact moment, the tablet screen went completely black, remaining lifeless no matter how hard Charlie pressed the power button.

—Drop it, or you’re going to break it —, the stranger warned as he approached. He shoved Charlie aside with a single hand and picked up the device.

He walked a few steps away, pressed his thumb against the fingerprint scanner, and a blue light illuminated his features. After a brief review, the man turned back toward him, locking him in a gaze dripping with condescension.

—You... UUuurrrrPPppp!!... got an excellent score... but I’m not surprised. I’m truly sorry.

Charlie broke into a cold sweat. He couldn’t believe his end had come so soon.

The man broke the chain with a hand and with the other slammed his palm against Charlie’s face and lifted him off the ground without the slightest effort, like a child picking up a toy. Suspended in mid-air, Charlie could see his tormentor salivating heavily.

GGRRRrrrrwoOOOooorllllrrrr!!!!!

The rumbles from his midsection grew deafening; despite the astronomical amount of food he had just ingested, that gargantuan belly showed no signs of slowing down its demands. It was insatiable, a literal black hole.

—I’m ready for dessert —, the man sentenced, pulling Charlie’s head toward his open jaws.

Suddenly, a subtle notification chime shattered the tension from the tablet. The man stiffened, glanced at the screen, and dropped Charlie, who crashed onto the floor, utterly clueless as to what was happening.

Incredulous, the young man slowly blinked his eyes open.

—The point count is wrong —, the giant muttered, consumed by a deep rage. Then, he looked down at the floor with contempt—. Stay here. In a few minutes, you’ll get an email with new instructions so you’ll know how to find me.

Without another word, the man turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving behind the heavy echo of his footsteps.

Charlie still hadn't processed what was happening, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about understanding the reason behind his luck; it was enough to know that, for the moment, he was safe.

Shortly after, he received a new notification on his screen, directing him to a different room. Charlie left his quarters, but as he walked down the hallways, strange, cavernous sounds began to echo against the walls.

BBBEEELLLCCCHHHHHHHHH! BUUUUUUOOOAAAAARRRPPPPPP!!!!! UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPP!

They were belches so loud they caused vibrations like mini-earthquakes. Terrified, Charlie quickened his pace until he reached the designated spot.

Pushing the door open, he found the man picking his teeth with a toothpick, sitting completely relaxed in a chair identical to the one Charlie had occupied during the test. However, what froze his blood was his anatomy: his belly had expanded drastically, and every now and then, the surface of his skin twitched with internal spasms.

—I hate sore losers —, the stranger stated, breaking the silence.

Charlie took a few steps forward, unable to believe his eyes.

—There was some information I kept from you —, the man continued—. There was no fixed passing score. You were competing directly against someone else.

An oppressive knot formed in Charlie’s throat as the puzzle pieces clicked together in his mind.

—But... URRRRPPPP!!!... Jezz!... Stop moving man!.... well, there was a hidden rule, a detail your opponent knew very well. He had the 'privilege' to use internet-accessible devices because of how long he’s been trapped here, though it came at a cost of a hundred points.

In that instant, Charlie choked back a gasp. A distinct bulge, bearing the recognizable silhouette of a human face, pushed against the taut skin of the giant’s gut, writhing in the middle of a tortuous digestive process. Those movements barely bothered the man, who merely let out a faint BURRP! and gave himself a couple of slaps on his massive belly, completely unfazed by the grotesqueness of it all.

—This cheater —, he added, sinking a finger into the soft mass of his stomach—, tried to play smart by hacking the system to bypass the sensors. He made me believe his score beat yours. That’s why I assumed you lost. Lucky for you, I caught the fraud in time and went to give the culprit exactly what he deserved.”

With that, he belched again, hacking up a tablet that smacked Charlie right in the face.

—Ha! Ha! Excuse me for that —, he said with a mocking tone and fake guilt—. Cheaters give me gas, literally.

URRRP!!!

But seeing how shell-shocked Charlie was, the man felt he should do something to calm him down. He snapped his fingers to bring him back to reality and flicked his index finger, ordering him to come closer.

Charlie, though still terrified, complied. He shuffled forward, dragging his feet. Suddenly, the giant’s gut rumbled again, a violent growl making it clear it was demanding more food. Charlie froze, wanting to run, but the leader’s hand clamped around his arm, shutting down any escape.

—Easy, easy —, he murmured with a seductive slowness—. I don't blame you for being scared. I'm still hungry, but I promised you that if you entertained me with your intelligence, I wouldn't do anything to you, remember?”

With his free hand, the man gently stroked Charlie’s head and pulled him closer to his body.

—Use your hands to give daddy abelly rub and relax. Just imagine you’re resting on a huge pillow... and help me digest this loser—. His voice wavered intoxicatingly between mockery and sensuality.

—Your score was impressive—, he went on—. Your intellect far exceeds the campus average. That means education on the outside is improving, and that gets me excited.

Charlie experienced a bewildering sensation. Despite the horror he had just witnessed, a part of him was beginning to enjoy the closeness and the submission to this wild beast.

—At first, you asked me if I was the leader —, the man said. Suddenly, a hiccup interrupted his words, forcing him to thump his chest to get some relief—. And it’s true. I am the leader of team ‘Snacks,’ which you now belong to. My name is Dean. In this university, you don't study; you come here to survive different challenges led by guys like me. And if you fail... well, you already know where you’ll end up.

Saying this, he rubbed his majestic belly once more.

BBBBBBUUUuuuuuuuRRRRrrrrrrrRRrrrrPPPPPPPP!!!!!

Wet, sloshing noises rose from his throat as he released another proud, powerful belch. Forced out by the strength of the exhale, a metal badge and a crisp uniform with the word “Snacks” embroidered across the chest flew out of his mouth.

—Just in time —, he chuckled—. From now on, you’ll wear this. Congratulations on surviving, at least for today. So far, your performance satisfies me.

Dean gently pushed Charlie aside and stood up, displaying an astonishing and incoherent agility considering the gargantuan size of his belly. —Get some rest, Charlie. Tomorrow, things will get... a lot more interesting.

[charliefeeder]

1. Welcome to University - Part 2

—A-are you the leader? —Charlie stammered, overwhelmed by the imposing man standing before him.

The stranger didn’t answer. He merely looked at him out of the corner of his eye before slumping into a chair with studied nonchalance.

—Sorry if I scared you —he finally said—. It’s just... I lose my mind when people touch my food, and I can do things I end up regretting.

Without another word, he began to eat.

—Your food? —Charlie asked, bewildered—. You talk as if this entire feast belongs exclusively to you.

—And what’s the problem if it does? —the man retorted, his mouth completely full.

Charlie frowned. The stranger’s words left him perplexed. “It’s an absolute waste. There’s no way all this food is for just one person; it’ll end up spoiling,” he thought.

—By the way, you still haven’t answered me. Are you the leader?

The stranger, who was currently slurping a generous helping of spaghetti, paused for a second to look up. He narrowed his eyes with amusement, like someone examining an irrelevant speck of dust, and finished devouring what was left on the plate. BBBBwwwrrrooooooooaaaaaAAAAAUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOOOuuuuuurRRRrrrPPPPPppppp!!! Before speaking, he let out a shameless, massive belch with such force that a few drops of tomato sauce splattered onto Charlie’s cheeks.

—I know you have a lot of questions about this place. Relax, I’ll explain everything... as soon as I’m done with dinner.

Despite what had just happened, Charlie nodded with a sigh as he wiped his cheek, but the aroma in the room was triggering an unbearable hunger inside him.

—Can I please have at least a little bit? —he insisted.

The man locked eyes with him; it was glaringly obvious that the simple request had irritated him.

—I told you clearly not to touch a thing! And I’ll say it again! Everything in here is mine!

His booming voice echoed against the dining hall walls. Charlie swallowed hard and took a step back. That was enough to make him drop the issue and resign himself to enduring the hunger.

The man tore through massive portions of food, devouring and swallowing without pause. Within minutes, entire trays were cleared, and every so often, he let out a thunderous burp that echoed through the room. Anyone else would have found witnessing such a scene repulsive, but to Charlie, the man’s ferocious appetite was a hypnotic spectacle.

However, nearly three hours later, his defenses crumbled. Despite the astronomical amount of food, the stranger had consumed and how enormous his belly had become, his pace didn't slow down. Desperate, Charlie took advantage of a split-second distraction to reach out and grab a piece of meat.

He didn’t count on the man catching him red-handed.

When their eyes met, the silence that followed was graveyard-still. In a burst of coiled fury, the man exhaled violently and, with a feline movement, lunged at Charlie, lifting him off his feet by the throat.

—Listen to me closely —, he hissed furiously— I warned you not to touch anything for a reason.

His breath carried a mix of the aromas from the various delicacies he had engorged, an intoxicating contrast that clashed with the harshness of his threat.

—I tend to lose my mind around food; I can’t control the urge to devour anything that looks even remotely like a bite.

The man grabbed Charlie’s hand—the very one he had used to try and steal the meat—and sniffed it deeply.

GGGGrrrrrRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWwwwwwwWLLLLLLllllllllRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrr!!! Instantly, a powerful growl erupted from his stomach, echoing throughout the dining hall.

—Did you hear that? This baby is demanding a much bigger portion —, the stranger whispered, leaning in close to his ear—. All because your fingers still smell like the meat you stole from me.

Charlie panicked; thick drops of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

—When hunger takes over me, I don’t even leave scraps. That’s why I warned you. But, by the looks of it, you had a burning desire to end up in the exact same place as the rest of this feast.

The stranger gave a couple of firm slaps to his bloated belly, releasing a soft burp alongside new, fierce rumbles from deep within. Right after, he opened his jaws so wide he looked like an anaconda about to feed.

—You can’t be serious! —Charlie shrieked, horrified—. Forgive me, please! I didn’t mean to be disrespectful!”

With the man’s lips nearly brushing against him, Charlie could clearly see his teeth, the wetness of his tongue, and even the vibration of his uvula. He turned his face away as best as he could and squeezed his eyes shut.

—I’ll do whatever you ask... anything. I swear —, he managed to choke out in a trembling voice.

—Seriously? —the stranger asked, stopping dead in his tracks.

Charlie felt a profound wave of relief. He opened his eyes cautiously, unable to believe his pleas had worked. Without another word, the man let him go. The moment he hit the floor, Charlie scrambled backward clumsily to get as far away as possible, his breath catching and cold sweat drenching his forehead.

[charliefeeder]

1. Welcome to University - Part 1

Hey everyone! I really hope you all enjoy this first glimpse into the universe. I’m planning to turn this into a massive, long-term project packed with absolutely everything we love in the feederism and gainer community—from heavy stuffing and deep rumbles to lots of physical adoration. This is just the beginning, so get ready for a wild ride! I’d love to hear your thoughts, so don't be shy and leave a comment!

Charlie was smart and driven, but he was financially ruined. Drowned in debt, he ended up enrolling in “Univoresity,” an educational institution surrounded by rumors as alluring as they were terrifying: bare-minimum admission requirements, a near-total disappearance rate, and, for the few survivors, unimaginable wealth.

The admission process was shockingly fast. Barely two hours after submitting the online form, he received a notification:

Subject: Housing Assignment.

Single Instruction: Remain on campus for four years. Upon completion, you will graduate with honors.

There were no orientation sessions, no brochures to pick a major, and no booklists.

At dawn the next day, a black limousine was already waiting in front of his house. Charlie tried to pry some information out of the driver, anxious to know more about his destination, but it was in vain; they didn't exchange a single word during the entire ride. After several hours of travel and passing through an automated security checkpoint, the vehicle pulled up in front of a massive, ancient building.

The driver unloaded the luggage and handed him a set of keys. It was then that he broke his silence for the first and last time:

—None of these open the main gate. Leaving is forbidden.

Before Charlie could talk back, the man got into the car and drove away. Confused, he checked his phone for a signal, but the screen read “No Service.” The only available connection was the building's Wi-Fi, the password for which was engraved into the metal of the keys.

Later, once settled into his room, he collapsed onto the bed. The loneliness began to fuel his doubts: “No roommates, no welcome committee, no schedules… I don’t even know what I’m supposed to study. This place is f*ck*ng weird.” However, he soothed his anxiety by remembering the alarming simplicity of the initial message. “I just must let four years pass. It’ll be easy,” he comforted himself.

He fell into a deep sleep, but his rest was short-lived. Without warning, an unbearable electronic buzzing ripped through the silence. Charlie bolted out of bed and flipped on the lamp. He tracked down the strident source of the noise until he discovered it was coming from a neon sign hidden beneath his mattress. Its blinking lights flashed an imperative message: “Activate Wi-Fi.”

Although he usually slept with his phone turned off, the urgency of the situation forced him to power it on. As soon as the device paired with the network, the screen lit up with a new email:

Subject: Welcome to “Univoresity.”

Important Information: You have been assigned to team “Snacks.” Proceed to the dining hall to meet your leader (see attached map).

Warning: Do not take longer than thirty minutes. Otherwise, you will forfeit your spot.

“You will forfeit your spot.” In a place where disappearing was the norm, those words resonated like a death sentence. Charlie got ready against the clock; he showered in seconds and threw on his clothes with the same urgency. Within fifteen minutes, he was out the door.

Guided by the attached map, it didn’t take him long to find the dining hall, arriving with five minutes to spare. As he pushed open the heavy door, the sight stopped him dead in his tracks: it was a display of utter, unbridled opulence. Atop a row of pristine granite counters sat countless trays packed with an endless feast. Pastas, glistening meats, Asian-style stews, fresh fruits, and elaborate desserts mingled in the thick air, creating an aroma so exquisite it made Charlie’s stomach growl.

Incapable of resisting the temptation, he reached out toward the nearest dish. But before his fingers could even brush the food, a sharp command cut through the air:

—Don't you dare touch a thing!

Charlie whipped around. At the far end of the room, a man was moving forward with a slow, elegant stride, fully aware of the impact of his presence. His appearance was commanding: he towered over Charlie by a head and dressed with a sort of rugged elegance; he wore black jeans ripped at the knees, matching shoes, and an exclusive analog watch on his left wrist. His shirt was left completely unbuttoned, unapologetically revealing a prominent, firm belly covered by a light dusting of body hair.

Yet, his face was the most magnetic thing about him, possessing a near-celestial symmetry. He had a deep, feline gaze, framed by thick eyebrows that scanned the room like a predator closing in on its prey. His blonde hair, wavy and slightly tousled, fell across his forehead in perfect balance, while a well-groomed beard contoured his lips, accentuating his masculine features.

[charliefeeder]

Getting into college sometimes feels like a straight-up battle royale. You either tough it out... or find someone to survive with. Especially here.

There are some guys around campus. They are handsome, almost godlike. They eat mountains of food as a snack and are always looking for new feeders.

Wanna be one of them? Yes?

Then, let's enjoy this college year. But be careful—the risk of being seen as a piece of food is always high.

You'll find here big bellies, vore, belching, gaining and other kinks.

Welcome to college.