If I’m ever in a bad mood or struggling with the cold weather, I can rely on my husband to offer his belly as a warm place to relax. I did spend years fattening him up into the beautiful bear he is today, so it’s only fair I get to enjoy the thing I’ve put so much work into.
That being said, it was his idea to start swallowing me in the first place. I always suspected he might have more selfish desires that need satisfaction, given the way that he licks and tastes my body as I travel through his throat. No complaints from me, as the feeling of his wet tongue lathering me up before getting slowly enveloped by his warm, soft insides is an absolute dream come true.
Occasionally if the mood strikes, he’ll make it even more pleasurable by getting me off once I’m halfway inside him. He coils his tongue around my shaft and strokes it back and forth, while both hands grab my ass and work his fingers firmly into my cheeks to massage me. It doesn’t take too long for me to cum down his throat, my legs shortly following my load down into his stomach where everything settles.
Again, I suspect this is done for more selfish reasons in order to add some flavour to his temporary snack. But it’s worth it when I’m finally wrapped up in his fat belly, caring solely about the safe embrace that only my partner can provide.
Everyone jokes about the awkward “we like your vibe” approach of couples looking for a threesome out in public, but how could I say no to these guys? They both had beautifully thick bellies and, as I found out when we were all naked in their bed, proportionately thick cocks. Things started slow with some alternating worship between the two of them, my hands exploring one man’s body before the other pulled me in closer for the same treatment.
Soon during my worship, one decided to start properly using me and embraced me from behind, slipping the full length of his huge cock into me while his partner muffled my moans beneath a passionate kiss. After getting filled with his hot load, I was flipped around so that I could be shared, going through the same blissful experience one more time. I thought this dream threesome would come to and end once they both had a turn with me, but truthfully things had only just begun.
It was almost like they both never stopped being hard, taking turns fucking me again and again. While I was facing one man and making out while massaging his gorgeous gut, the other had his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his member thrusting in and out of my hole. I had to be the one to indicate when I couldn’t take any more, although whichever guy was inside me at the time still made sure to finish his round. He spoke to his partner over my shoulder, keeping me pinned between both their sweaty bodies.
“I guess it’s feeding time for you, babe. Open wide!” The guy I was making eye contact with began to lick his lips suspiciously, moments before my head was engulfed in his drooling maw while his partner restrained me. My upper body was slowly sucked into his mouth as my head slipped into his slimy throat. I could feel his internal muscles pulsating with each swallow, at the same time as a pair of hands shoving my ass to force me deeper into his lover’s greedy mouth. My ankles were grabbed so that my legs could be stuffed down while getting licked and tasted, my feet being polished off the same way before I was fully trapped within the man’s stomach.
I didn’t have long to try and escape before a hearty belch wrenched away my air. I slowly drifted off to the sensation of two pairs of hands rubbing me from the outside, the couple both getting plenty of enjoyment out of our encounter.
Damn this was a filling weekend. Other than each morning when my stomach was complaining to be filled again, this thing thing was PACKED. Truly, this tactic of gulping down all these “discreet” couples looking for a third has been paying off, but I’m starting to thin the herd a bit. I’m going to have to start inviting back to back singles, or be on the look out for couples traveling in the area.
I’m starting to really enjoy seeing how each guy’s flavor compliments his partner’s. Take these two tasty cubs for example- Freddie was beefy and savory, follows up by his husband Blake who was a sweet dessert. Together, a delicious meal for a hungry bear.
Whoops… looks like one of the houses on the street is up for sale again… *BELCH* at this rate every house on the street will be vacant in a month! I suppose that means more fresh neighbors for me to ea… uhhh… meet! *BRAAAAAAAP*
A little more of a teaser from last night’s lucky dinner under the cut.
I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.
I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.
The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.
The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.
While the thinning air inside his stomach caused me to slowly drift off, I felt a strange sense of achievement from successfully feeding myself to him, almost entirely by my own effort. It’s a good thing he was lazy, as the weight of his stuffed belly had him pinned down until it could melt me down.
A commission for someone over on Discord, I really enjoyed writing this one and went a lil over the requested word count because I didn't realize I was already over the limit X3 thank you for commissioning me!
Content: M/M Vore, Implied M/F Vore, Casual Vore, Rapid Digestion, Weight Gain, Straight Predator, Gay Prey, Public Vore, Teasing
The restaurant sat on a small cliff overlooking the water; the kind of place that wasn’t just about food, but about the whole experience of being there, which certainly justified the overpriced menu items. Warm string lights hung overhead, their reflections flickering on the glass railings and the dark waves below. The air smelled faintly of grilled seafood, citrus, and sea salt. This was the same place they’d gone for their first trip together to the coast, back when they’d still been figuring each other out– when Evan had joked that if Caleb ever proposed, it’d better be at a table with that same view. So here they were again, two years and a handful of months later, same view, same faint sea breeze brushing against their skin. Except this time, they had matching rings and a reason to order champagne without pretending it was for getting fucked later.
The waiter had barely set down the menus before Evan leaned across the table, grinning. “You realize we’re officially that couple now, right? The ones people hate because they’re too happy.” His voice carried a teasing warmth, light but genuine. Caleb laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Good,” he said. “Let ‘em hate us. We earned it. People like us couldn’t even get married not a little long while ago,” Evan was the sharper one, his hair cut close on the sides, eyes quick and bright even in low light. Caleb looked softer beside him, his expression easy, his build a bit broader, like someone who gave really good gay hugs and never rushed through them.
For a while, they just sat there listening to the faint hum of conversation around them, the sound of silverware and the ocean below blending into something steady. Caleb reached across the table, his thumb brushing over Evan’s knuckles. “Can’t believe we actually did it,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Married. After everything.”
Evan squeezed his hand, smiling. “Took us two years and four months, but yeah… feels like the best part’s just starting.”
In the midst of their romantic retrospection, a group of men walked in, five of them in total, the kind of guys who didn’t really care that they were being too loud for the setting, but not in a rude way; they were clearly having fun and feeling themselves. Their laughter rolled through the room, half from the jokes they were telling and half from the few beers they’d clearly had before getting there. They were older, probably mid to late forties, with the kind of ease that comes from knowing nobody’s going to tell them to keep it down, at least not to their faces, usually. A couple of them wore open-collared shirts and watches that caught the light, one had a baseball cap still on, and another immediately waved at the bartender like they were old friends.
They weren’t being mean, not really, just the type to make everything about their own fun, and it seemed like they were in the middle of listening to a story from one particular guy in the group. The waiters smiled politely, trying not to wince at the volume. A few heads turned, but the group didn’t seem to notice or care. They chose a table right next to Evan and Caleb’s, confidently talking as they pulled out chairs and got comfortable.
The second they sat down, one of them leaned in with his drink that he brought from outside and barked, “You did what again?”
The guy, who was telling the story, smirked and took a slow drag from his cigar, the sleeves of his black polo stretching over his arms.
“I swallowed that chick whole,” he said, his voice calm and confident. “Like, head to toe, boobs ’n all.”
“You’re fucking insane, Marco.”
“She was a co-worker. I think she recently moved to my department, too. Gave her one hell of a welcome gift, haha!” He said, treating it casually.
“You’re forced to work with someone difficult and unlikeable? Just swallow ‘em whole.” Another one of the guys said, bantering around the content of the story.
“What about human resources?”
“What about them?” He replied, inhaling with the cigar between his teeth.
“They’re gonna keep paying a digested bitch?”
“Why, you’re worried about a dead woman being paid more than your minimum wage job?” One of the guys replied.
“I just find your story hard to believe, if I’m being honest”
Marco sighed, “You’ve been asking a lotta questions about this and that, so how about I just...” He looked at the tables around them, trying to find a suitable person. “…Show you?” That’s when his eyes laid on the couple.
“Uh oh, here goes another one!”
Marco stood up with a casual grin and placed a heavy hand on Caleb’s shoulder, his grip firm but not aggressive. Caleb flinched a little, startled, and Evan turned around fast, the color draining from his face.
“Can I help you?” Evan asked, his voice tight, cautious. His mind jumped straight to the worst possibility: that they were about to get harassed for holding hands in public by homophobic straight dudes.
Marco smiled, the cigar now between his fingers. “Yeah, actually, you can,” he said, tone light and conversational. “See, my buddy over here doesn’t believe what I told him, and I think your boyfriend might be the perfect way to prove my point.”
Before either of them could react, Marco leaned down, grabbed Caleb by the sides, and forced his head into his mouth. Caleb’s muffled yell came out sharp and panicked– “Help me!” –before the sound was swallowed too. His legs kicked under the table, silverware clattering to the floor.
Evan shot up from his chair, but one of the other men beside Marco reached out and pressed a steady hand on his shoulder, guiding him back down. “It’s no use,” the man said calmly, almost apologetically. “He’s never let anyone stop him once he starts.” Clearly he had experience with Marco’s vore shenanigans.
Marco's throat bulged as Caleb’s head disappeared between his lips. The older man’s tattooed hand came up to grab the visible outline of the face pressing through his neck, the cursive black letters of “FERN” stretched across his inner forearm as his fingers squeezed around the shape. Caleb’s panicked expression was barely visible for a second, distorted under skin and pressure, before Marco gulped again.
“Get 'em down, baby!” one of the guys at the table called out, half-laughing.
“C’mon, Marco, don’t stop now!” another chimed in, clapping once like it was a drinking contest.
Marco’s jaw stretched around Caleb’s shoulders with an effortless wet glide. The black polo pulled tight across his chest as he worked the man deeper, already beginning to stretch up, his throat pulsing, his hands pressing down over the squirming chest until it sank past his lips. The group let out a round of hoots and whistles.
“He’s halfway, man!”
“Fuck yeah, he’s goin’ down!”
“Damn, look at those shoulders slide in, holy shit!”
“…Color me impressed.” The doubting guy said under his breath.
Across the table, Evan jerked against the man still holding him down. “Get off me! That’s my boyfriend!”
The guy leaned in a little, hand now pressing more firmly into Evan’s chest. “Then you better start lookin’ for a new one, man.”
Marco’s thick arms worked steadily as Caleb’s body kept sliding deeper, the soft sounds of gulping now mixing with the scrape of the table legs as the man’s torso disappeared below the edge. His gut had already started to swell, the black fabric of his polo rising inch by inch as more of Caleb was packed inside. His hands braced the wriggling hips, adjusting his stance slightly as he tilted his head back and pulled him in further.
Caleb’s legs kicked weakly now, knees bent and twitching before they too were forced to straighten out and slide between Marco’s lips. One strong swallow pulled the thighs in, followed by the calves, the feet now sticking out awkwardly in dress shoes, polished and ridiculous in how out-of-place they looked hanging from the mouth of a man who hadn’t even broken a sweat. At least he had them pedicured, shame they were covered.
Marco held them there, grinning around the heels, and turned his head to the guy who had called him out earlier for lying. He raised his brows slightly, gesturing with both hands as if presenting a challenge.
The man blinked, looked around at his friends who were already chuckling, then pointed at himself. “…Me?”
The guy next to him nudged his elbow. “Go push 'em in!”
After a beat, the doubter stood up, walked over with a kind of hesitant amusement, and reached for the dangling ankles. He planted one hand on Marco’s shoulder for balance, then slowly pressed on the shoes. Marco didn’t budge. The feet slid in slowly, inch by inch, the man's palm following until it was completely inside Marco’s mouth.
He felt the throat pulse, one deep, wet gulp, and the body inside shifted down, dragging his hand slightly forward before he yanked it back out with a wet squelch. Strings of thick drool stretched from Marco’s lips to the guy’s fingers, snapping and trailing down his wrist as he pulled away.
The group exploded into cheers,
“Holy shit, you did it!”
“That was fucking wild!”
“Dude, you’re insane!”
Among other spoken encouragements.
Even Marco let out a deep laugh, his belly visibly shifting as it settled into a new round shape. He slapped the guy’s shoulder, still grinning. “See? Knew you'd come around to believing.”
He leaned back in his chair and exhaled, his chest rising before he let out a deep, heavy belch. “BUUURRRPP.” He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. “And that pretty much sums up what I did to her,” he said, reaching for his drink. “But anyways, where was I?”
“The part where she wouldn’t stop talking about the report,” one of the guys reminded him, as he took a sip out of his own beer.
“Oh right, yeah,” Marco said, snapping his fingers. “So she’s standin’ there in front of the copier, right? Paper jammed for the third time that week, and she’s losin’ it. I tell her to chill, it’s just a machine, but nah, she starts goin’ off about deadlines and respect and how nobody listens to her.”
As he talked, the surface of his gut twitched under his shirt. He paused mid-sentence, gave it a firm pat, then pressed down with his palm HARD until the movement stopped. His fingers sank slightly into the tight roundness, adjusting the weight like he’d done it before, man-handling the guy inside like an afterthought.
“So anyway,” he went on, shaking his head, “I’m tryin’ to stay cool, right? But then she calls me lazy. Lazy! Like I haven’t been the one fixin’ that damn copier since before she even showed up.”
Across the table next to them, Evan shifted, his voice quiet and shaky. “W-when are you letting my boyfriend out?”
Marco kept talking. “So I tell her, look, if you got somethin’ to say, say it. And she just stares at me like she’s waitin’ for me to snap.”
He grunted softly and leaned forward, both hands on his gut now, squeezing once, a low gurgle coming from inside. He gave it a rough shove inward, the bulge shifting and settling, then sat back with a satisfied grunt and continued the story like nothing happened.
Evan swallowed hard. “Hey?” he tried again, a little louder this time.
“Dude, give me a sec,” He acknowledged Evan briefly, “I’m in the middle of a story, don’t break my goddamn flow.” Marco’s voice rolled on without pause. “So then she starts walkin’ away, right? Real fast. And I’m thinkin’, nah, you’re not gettin’ the last word this time like she always loves to. So I-”
“Dude,” Evan said, voice breaking a little. “I’m asking when are you letting my boyfriend out?”
Marco finally turned his head, eyebrows lifting as if he’d just noticed him for the first time. “Oh,” he said, tone even and casual. “That was your boyfriend? I thought you guys were just friends.”
Evan blinked, his throat tight. “We, uh… we just got married, actually. We’re on our honeymoon.”
Marco’s eyebrows lifted, his face softening. “Oh, really? Congratulations, man! Really happy for you!” His voice was warm, genuinely so, and the others around the table chimed in too, tossing out things like “Congrats, dude!” and “That’s awesome!” between laughs and clinks of glasses to their short-lasting mariage.
Evan hesitated, his hands fidgeting on the edge of the table. “…Anyways, I, uh, was hoping you’d let him out soon?”
Marco tilted his head, expression still casual. “Sorry, I never let someone out,” he said plainly, taking another slow sip of his drink. “But hey, at least it’s really enjoyable for him.”
He stood up, motioning for Evan to come closer. Evan, confused and uneasy, stepped forward. As soon as he did, the faint sounds from Marco’s stomach reached his ears, deep, rhythmic moans, wet and low, from his soon-to-be ex-husband.
“Uhhhhnn… mmmphhh… aaahhhhn~”
Marco grinned, resting one hand over the shifting swell of his gut. “See? Told you,” he said, voice calm, almost conversational. “Pretty sure most people bust multiple times in there before they’re fully gone, men and women both.”
Marco eased back into his chair, patting the dome of his gut. “So yeah,” he said, picking up his story without missing a beat, “she’s stormin’ off, mutterin’ under her breath like a pussy. And I follow her, not fast, just faster than her pace, y’know, because I was set on doing it for real.”
His stomach let out a soft glorp as the shape of Caleb inside started to shift, smoothing out a little. One side of the bulge collapsed in slowly, the squirming becoming weaker, less defined.
“She turns the corner by the breakroom and that’s when I decide, yeah, now’s good. Caught her by the hips, popped her heels right off. Uh, she was wearin’ those little blocky ones, the kind that click loud on tile, and just got to work.”
Inside, Caleb’s muffled groans of pleasure rose and fell:
“Uhhhhhnn… ahhh~ nnnfffhh… mmmmn-ahh…”
Marco chuckled to himself, barely reacting to the sounds. His belly sloshed gently, shrinking down another inch as the weight inside compacted further.
“Honestly, she tasted like coconut lotion or some shit. Sweet as hell, she was a bitch but she took really good care of her skin, was so smooth she just slid right in. Took a bit gettin’ past the shoulders, but after that?” He made a whistling noise and mimed a smooth drop with his hand. “Straight down.”
“Ahhh—uhnnhhh… uhhhHHH—!”
The stomach gurgled louder now, gassy and low, as Caleb’s final spasms inside turned to trembling bliss. The squirming bulge tensed up, and it was evident-at least to Marco- that the guy inside has busted a nut, and Marco’s gut tensed in response and then started to shrink even faster, settling heavy against his lap.
Marco shifted in his chair with a grunt, now noticeably smaller, the roundness becoming softer, looser. He rubbed his palm in slow circles across the front of his polo, almost possessively, that it made Evan jealous he was this handy with his man.
“Anyway, she went down like a damn protein shake,” he said. “Had the hiccups after!”
He looked up at Evan, who stood there frozen, wide-eyed, and vore-cucked. Marco gave him a knowing look and said calmly, “Hey man, I, uh, I’m sure you’ll miss him and all but if you want I could also let you join him?” He said, letting out a burp, “Not now though, I’m a little full, but we can arrange for it later?”
“I… Um,” Evan said, dumbfounded, it almost didn’t seem real that he just lost the love of his life to a guy who just needed an example of what he did. “…N-No, thank you, I’m good…” Despite all of that, he was flustered, and even felt a little attraction.
He leaned over from the table beside him, giving a friendly pat on the shoulder as he said, “Sure thing, but give it some thought, yeah? And, if you’re looking for a new boyfriend, there’s a few pubs ‘round here that you can visit.”
Marco slapped his hands on his thighs and pushed himself up from the chair, still looking smugly satisfied as he talked to his group of straight men. “I know a spot nearby, called Barker’s Tap & Grill, got killer wings and they don’t skimp on the pours.” He glanced around at the guys, then nodded toward the street. “Shall we, boys?”
They all stood, finishing the last of their drinks, tossing bills on the table without looking at the total, even though half their drinks were brought in from the outside.
Evan didn’t follow. He just sat there, frozen, eyes locked on Marco’s back as the man walked away, laughing and talking with his crew like nothing had happened. And it hit him then, he hadn’t even noticed how much thicker the guy had gotten.
Marco’s khakis were pulled tight now over a clearly fuller frame, the seat of his pants rising and sinking with each step. His big, beefy ass swayed from side to side, the fabric hugging each heavy stride, while his thick thighs rubbed together. He was a much meatier man than when he came in, for sure.
The pool party was a hit-- the backyard was packed with men of various ages and sizes, loud conversations, and good music. Everyone was having a good time.
A younger man, Matt, walked over to the drink table to help himself to another beer. He had to wait, though, since another man clearly had the same idea.
"Oh, hey, Ian!"
Ian turned to face Matt, and the two exchanged greetings.
Matt leaned against the table. "How long have you been here, man? I didn't know you went to these things."
Ian sighed, taking his place next to Matt. "I don't, usually. Just wanted to get out and do something different." He cracked open his beer and took a sip.
A long stretch of silence passed. The two weren't very close friends, and neither was a gifted conversationalist. They sat in the awkwardness, watching the party go on around them as they sipped their drinks.
The first one to break the silence was Ian. "Hey, you might wanna watch out for that guy. Looks like he's on the prowl."
Matt looked around. "Huh? Who?"
"Big guy in the red. He's lookin' for a meal, for sure." Ian did his best to point without being obvious.
Right at the pool's edge stood a man. Clad in lifeguard-red shorts, the big man looked like he was inspecting the pool, or the people in it. The man seemed pretty ordinary, but one thing did catch Matt's attention--his belly.
The man's gut wasn't huge, but he carried it with a confidence that Matt never really saw in bigger guys. The man almost looked powerful, confident and certain of something Matt couldn't understand.
He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Dude, no way. Doesn't that only happen in movies and weird pornos?"
A serious expression took place on Ian's face, to Matt's surprise. "Nah. It's as real as the sky is blue." He took another sip of his beer, staring ahead.
"Well, I'll believe it when I see it." Matt sighed, picking up his drink. "Hey, I'm gonna go find my friend. Talk to you later." Leaving no time for a response, he exited the conversation.
He did his best to enjoy the party, but just couldn't stop thinking about what Ian said. Vore is real? No, it's just a fucked fetish. Like furries and all that.
He was between conversations when a sudden slap on his shoulder caught his attention.
He turned to face Ian once again, but his friend's serious expression was gone, replaced with a sly smirk.
"Looks like I was right. Check it out." He hooked a thumb behind him, toward the pool.
The man from before was submerged in the water up to his belly button. His head was pointed straight up, and Matt was shocked to see a pair of feet poking out of the man's mouth. His neck was bulged out hugely, as well, like nothing Matt had ever seen.
He was frozen, entranced. All the guy could do was mumble a quiet, "What the fuck?" and continue to watch.
Slowly, the man pushed the feet into his mouth, out of either laziness or savoring his meal. Matt watched, jaw hanging open, as he swallowed, and the bulged-out neck quickly returned to a normal size.
The man's belly looked at least twice as large as it had before, and it had a bulged out shape that was, unquestionably, a person. It even shifted a little bit, as the person inside must have been trying to move around. All Matt could do was blink.
The big man patted his belly and leaned against the ledge of the pool. If Matt couldn't see the huge gut the man had, he'd probably think nothing had happened.
"...What the fuck just happened?"
"You were proven wrong, that's what happened." Ian shrugged. "Hey, maybe we can ask him if he's an actor."
Matt gave Ian a deadpan look. "Funny. But seriously, did that guy really just eat someone? And no one here cares?"
"Dude, vore is much more normal than you think it is. Especially at parties like these."
Matt sighed and looked away. "Shit."
"Yea, it's pretty shocking. That's just how life is, though."
Ian went on, talking about his first time seeing a guy get eaten. Matt was distracted, though, his gaze darting back to the predator lounging in the pool. There was just something about how casual and calm the man was that interested Matt, and he couldn't keep away.
As a lull fell in the pair's conversation, Matt glanced to the stranger in the pool again.
The big man had stepped out of the pool at some point, now using a towel to dry off his 3XL-sized body. He noticed the man giving his belly extra attention with the towel, rubbing it over and over when it was definitely already dry. Then, the man put his towel down and disappeared into the house.
"Hey...I gotta go piss. I'm gonna run inside."
Ian glanced back at the pool, then turned back to Matt. "Really?"
"Dude, stop. It's not like that. I gotta piss."
Ian raised up his hands in defense. "Ok. I didn't say anything, dude. Have fun."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Ok. Talk to you later." And with that, he rushed off, following the same path as the man before to enter into the house.
Ian leaned up against the wall and sighed. He took a sip of his beer and laughed quietly to himself.
"Guess I can say goodbye to that horny motherfucker."
This wasn't at all how I expected studying abroad to go. I was expecting to have a wonderful time in a different country, meeting new people and experiences new cultures, but instead I'm currently digesting inside the stomach of some man probably more than twice my age.
I'd just wanted to blow of some steam and hook up with some hot, fat daddy, and to my delight there was one nearby that seemed interested. I went to his flat and we got to making out while I rubbed his belly. Eventually I ended up with his gut pressed against my back and his load dripping from my ass. I was just catching my breath when I heard his stomach rumbling against me.
Before I knew it, my head was squeezing down the tight passage of his throat and my arms were pinned to my sides by my hook-up. It was hot and tight and smelled rancid. He continued to swallow me down until eventually I was crammed into a tight sack and forced to curl up. My captor let out an earth-shattering belch, forcing some of my air out of his stomach and causing the walls to contract around me tightly. I could feel myself slowly slipping away as his stomach acids began to melt me away like a hunk of meat.
My movements slowly died down, and my former hook-up rubbed over his massively bloated gut, enjoying the high of snuffing out that cute American college student...
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