BigBoys

Just men eating other men. Minors DNI, 18+

[deepestheropickleranch]

Exotic Palate

Content warning: Male vore, Feral vore, animal prey, unwilling prey, human prey IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ

Camping was always Adams first choice when it came to relaxation. Getting away from the hustle and bustle of work life in the city, everyone so close together, so tightly compacted, never any room or privacy. Add onto that Adam's uniquely large appetite, appetite of the man eating variety, and sometimes you just had to get away for a little while, and spending a long weekend under the stars, hiking and taking in the fresh mountain air, that was just what the hairy giant needed.

Adam had just finished setting up his campsite, a simple affair, small tent, sleeping bag, campfire already crackling in a stone ring, and his camping chair, double reinforced to carry the often extreme weight of its owner. Adam rubbed a hand over his exposed and not inconsiderable paunch, squeezing his gut and ruffling the thick mesh of dark hair, God he was starving. He was always extra hungry in the mountains, where he could properly enjoy a squirming meal of rogue camper or hiker, belching and moaning in pleasure, rubbing load after loud out into the camp ground, no one around to bother him and his prey for miles, though tonight, he had a different desire, a craving for something other than man meat.

It was a daft idea really, humans were so much weaker than animals, but he just couldn't get the thought out of his head. How might it be different to swallow down a wolf of an elk rather than a man, the taste would be different, obviously, but what about after that, the feeling of fur rather than hair, claws or antler in his stomach, hard bulges and wild frenzies. He knew his gut could handle anything sharp or strong, many prey he'd swallowed had knives, or were so well muscled that Adams arms and chest grew an inch and half once they were finally processed, he had no worry about prey getting out, simply a curiosity he had every intention of realize. His mouth salivated at the thought and his stomach let out an incessant gurgle. Alright, alright, I'll find something to fill you with, just relax.

Making his way from the campsite and off the beaten trail, Adam kept his senses sharply attuned to what he needed, taking note of every footprint, man and animal, the bend and broken grass, any sounds in the underbrush and he eventually made his way to a small pond, maybe forty feet across and seemingly no deeper than maybe seven or eight feed. Perfect, let the prey come to me. He had easily hiked three or four miles from his campsite but for someone as physically capable as him, it was nothing, fatigue was far from his mind, only a delighted impatience so see what his first meal of the night might be. So far away from anyone who might find him, he was keen to have more than just one course, and the thought of soaking in that pond, filled with clear, clean mountain water, maybe fed by a spring or run-off, his gut filled and gurgling, weight buoyed by the water, was too perfect to pass up.

He waited, crouched, perfectly still and silent. Time passed and the sun began to sink behind the trees, casting long shadows, though Adam was glad of the long days this deep into summer, plenty of time before the begrudging sun would finally set.

Crunch

Immediately Adam turned to the sound, heart beating faster with excitement, a doe made its way to the pond, elegant neck dipping to the water, cautious eyes scanning, and missing him entirely, a human was not a creature these animals knew to keep watch for, no worries, they would soon learn.

Fast as a bullet, Adam leapt to the creature, a flash of movement and the doe turned to run, but Adam was on top of it, knocking the animal to the ground. It scrambled to right itself, trying to get away but Adam held it still. His arms pinned it by the neck to the ground, and he took in his catch, it was healthy, strong, he could see its lean muscles working to escape and for the first time Adam saw them as he saw so many other people his own species, he saw a meal. Adam stretched his jaws around the deer's head and swallowed. The flavor and sensation was entirely new. The taste was of meat, but had a clean, vegetal element he wouldn't have expected, the fur offered intoxicating texture and grit, so different than the often smooth planes of skin he was used too.

Gulp

He pulled in more the of the creature, eager to finish his meal and his mind was racing, he felt nearly drunk. Its long, thin legs were quickly pulled in, the creature twitching and spasming weakly now, apparently exhausted, but Adam felt electric, energized like he hadn't been in weeks.

Swallow

He was nearly finished with his first course, its head entering and ballooning his stomach in a way that was more satisfying than words could muster, then, all to soon, his lips closed over a small white tail, and his meal was fully sealed inside of him. The deer was tightly sealed in his gut but god did it struggle. He could feel ever tensing muscle, the confused panic of the deer, it's simple mind seemingly struggling to understand what was happening, where it was. Adam wanted nothing more than to let out an echoing belch but he knew that would scare away whatever animals might be nearby. He'd hoped the sound of his scuffle with the deer was brief enough that another creature might make its way to this watering hole.

He was at a point were he felt satisfied, roughly one-hundred pounds of deer meat in his stomach, but when he feasted, he could easily tank six, maybe seven times that much. He thought fondly of when he had invited his entire apartment complex to his home and eaten them all, one by one. That had been bliss. His stomach was enormous for days, that's the kind of full he was after, and by the looks of it, his wish was being granted.

He hid in the brush, his large stomach making that slightly difficult, but nothing he couldn't manage, now a buck made it's way to the watering hole, looking around, maybe even searching for the doe. Don't worry, you'll be reunited soon.

He didn't even wait for the large buck to make his way to the water, be sprang out to it, taking it from behind, opening his mouth wide he had the stout creatures back legs in his mouth and half-way down his throat before the buck even knew what happened. It scrambled, and stumbled to the ground, it's back legs trapped in the vice that was Adam esophagus, swallow after swallow he pulled the larger deer towards him, once again the elation of eating something so different, so exotic sent lightning through him. This was a strong buck, was it the head of a herd Adam wondered, he certainly isn't any more. He was just hungry now, ready to fill his stomach more, strong, furry arms grabbing at the buck and pulling it deeper with every swallow. He was at the panicking head, the antlers proved to be some thing of a complication, but nothing stretching and turning his prey couldn't help, turning the head to the side and guiding the impressive bone protrusions down his throat, the creatures cries muffled by his cheeks, before finally entering its final resting place and joining the doe in his paunch. This time be fell back onto the forest floor, two hundred pounds of buck meat, succulent and strong was thrashing inside of him and Adam let out a low moan of pleasure.

Oh god, this thing is so big, oh god and its inside of me, its being digested, its food, good god every living thing on this planet is food for me now.

The thought sent shudders of pleasure through him and he bucked his hips, cumming in his shorts, nearly screaming with erotic glee. To hell if the other animals heard him, they would all be eaten eventually, he would make his way through the world devouring all he could. He wouldn't actually do that but god did the thought send him spiraling.

Panting, and coming down from his feeders high, he struggled up to his feet, stomach shifting and moving on its own accord, the occasional snout or antler or hoof pushing against his skin, Adam rubbed lovingly over those places. He stomped his way into the water, and felt fish sliding against his ankles as we made his way inside.

Once he was floating, his gut hanging halfway out of the water, he let his hands dangle below him, and when the fish came to investigate, he'd snatch them and swallow them down in a flash. After about twelve fish disappeared from the world in this way, Adam's stomach gurgling and processing the mountain of meat he'd forced into it, he decided it was time to start heading back to camp, he still had another full day set aside to hunt, he need not immobilize himself quite yet.

By the time the view of the campsite came into focus, night had set and he was surprised to see the fire he left still burning, he expected cinders, it had been at least three, maybe four hours since he'd left. His stomach had long since gone still and sleep tugged heavy in his shoulders, then he heard a sound. It sounded like...a moan? Good god, the forest just keeps on giving tonight.

Making his way as quietly as his bulk would allow, Adam snuck up to the campsite and sure enough, he could see two shapes humping inside of his tent. Did these hikers just think that the park rangers or what have you left tents and supplies for horny outdoorsmen, Adam honestly couldn't really figure out what these two men where thinking. No trouble, they could finish in much closer company.

Adam grabbed one man by the ankle, the top, and clamped a hand over his mouth. Compared to the deer he had eaten this man went down like water, and in roughly thirty seconds, he had joined the mass of meat inside his gut. The other man turned around, and jolted upright, fear and shock on his face. He was apparently so lost in his love making and reeling from the ferocity of the top that he didn't notice his lover get devoured. He took in Adams handsome face, the full beard, and dark brown eyes, the large pecks and then the massive, moving, impossibly large gut that seemed to hang off of the goliath like a sack.

"Dessert" was all Adam had said, and the bottom tried to scramble away, but Adam had him in his grip, and nothing would escape his appetite. Eating this man, his screams echoing out into the empty mountain top, Adam had to admit that while new foods were a nice addition, nothing ever beat comfort meals, especially when that meal went down alive and begging. Closing his lips around the still shouting and pleading man's head, with a final swallow, Adam tilted his head back, and laid down, looking up at the stars.

His stomach was a behemoth, sticking up easily five feet, as wide as three Adams shoulder to shoulder, he could feel the two men moving inside him, they had no light, and were panicking. Only when the movements became rhythmic and constant did Adam realize the two men were fucking inside of him. This finally sent him over the edge, he dropped his shorts, and rolled into his stomach, humping the fat mass that was his body, the liquifying remains of the deer and fish at the bottom, the still moving and alive men at the top. He thrust once, twice, thrice, and shot rope after rope, Adam came so hard his vision blacked out for a flash, before returning to himself. Adam was still hard, so he started humping again, his large arms stabilizing himself on the ground, dick lubricated by his first spray, this time he lasted longer, each thrust made him grunt, made him feel the stretched out extremity of his gut, he belched and moaned and cried out, holding nothing back, no one could hear him here. The two men stopped moving inside him and still he did not stop, he didn't stop at the crunching of bone, the loss of solid form from the endless onslaught of this large, hairy, bear of a man's dick, nothing would keep him from his hedonistic pleasure, then, at last, his cock red from the abuse, he came, shot thick white ropes of cum all over the underside of his gut.

Panting, utterly spent, Adam collapsed to the ground, his mind felt still and empty, his thoughts momentarily silenced by the animalistic pleasure he just indulged in. Looking down as his bulk, he pushed at the soft, rippling mass, shaking it, a resounding slosh answered him.

"God damn, I fucking pulped them," he said to no one at all, though maybe to his gut, the reason he lived at all. He eventually dragged himself into the tent, the smell of sex still thick inside of it, and he slept deeply, dreaming of men to eat, food chains to consume, and world that was his to take.

When he awakes, his gut is still massive, still processing, and Adam enjoys the rest of his weekend feeling his shrinking stomach, naked on his chair, rubbing one out whenever the desire over took him, snatching whatever small critter wandered to close and sucking down the morsel. This was truly living, and Adam found his new preferred way to decompress. Maybe he could convince a couple of work mates to go camping with him, maybe they might join him in his forest feast? Who knows, all Adam knew was that he loved his gut, and his gut loved him.

Yay, another post, its only been what, a year! I post when the desire overtakes me and Adam was speaking to me these past few days. I hope the animal prey isn't too odd but I just had to get it out of my system. Anyway, happy summer, stay cool, and I hope you enjoyed another foray into Adams hedonistic, sexy mind as much as I did.

[swolviet]

May Day Madness

I'm running a calorie drive between now (April 11) and MayDay.

I've taken the entire weekend off to jumpstart the summer bulk and the minimum eating requirements are in your hands, comrade.

For the state of our union this Jock is getting BIG, FAT, N STRONG to show these capitalists that comrades can be as big and prosperous as anyone.

I'm going to spend the weekend grilling, smoking, lounging and feasting. You should do the same.

In the mean time,

-for every like this post gets I will eat 25 calories

-for every reblog this post receives I will eat 100 calories

-for every ask I get between now and then I will eat 200 calories and answer with a video or photo (both in shot and on May Day, so really double that)

-for every new follower I receive between now and then I will eat 250 calories

So if you do all of these you can be responsible for 575 calories I consume over the weekend. Maybe these numbers are lofty but Socialist Boars need to outgrow Capitalist Pigs.

Don't let the capitalists win

[one-big-gulp]

i say this lovingly. as someone who does this for free purely for the love of the game.

the ai fetish art some of you are producing is not only bad but the services used to make them cost more than it would to commission an actual artist or pay someone for a custom video. both of which are usually done to meet your personal, specific niche of desires.

you're paying more for a worse thing.

[deepestheropickleranch]

Bye Bye Roommates

Content warning: Male vore, digestion, unwilling prey, multiple prey, revenge plot

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College roommates suck.

Leaving home for the first time you would think that everyone was in the same boat. You would be dead wrong. Liam was a college freshman, and, to put it kindly appeared...nonthreatening. He was gay so that hardly helped what with the fact that he had to live in all boys housing and figured the only thing any of them would have in common is that they had a dick.

When he moved in that first day to see football jerseys on the wall, open beer bottles already and three kids who all looked like the definition of football bully his heart sank right to his feet. He was in a quad which was worse, no privacy, no time away from them, always sharing the space, sharing the air.

One of them was Will, a lean blond haired kid who was average height. If he was anything other than a complete asshole he MIGHT have been pretty but what was that phrase about inside and out.

Then there was Andrew, a very similar build and look to Will, white, fit, bland looking.

Finally was Jaheim, a large black man, Liam believed he was a football player but honestly didn't really care.

When Liam finally finished moving in and said hello to them they ignored him completely, and that was the start.

His room was torture. Liam dreaded returning there. The tense silence, the immediate disappointment they had seeing he had returned. Will had sex while he was in the room and didn't even bother asking Liam to leave, assuming he was asleep. They would put their trash on his desk and in his drawers, he found a female condom placed beneath his pillow, they played Madden until 2:00 in the morning very nearly every night and would talk about him constantly, calling him their "Freak gay roommate."

Suffice to say it was brutal. The only saving grace was John, Liam's...well, boyfriend wasn't exactly the right word but friend wasn't enough. He was a bear of man, 6'1" and nearly 300 pounds, he went to the gym a few days a week and it was clear he was the kind of big with real strength behind it. John adored Liam, though Liam wouldn't ever really know until the night it happened, loved to hear his thoughts, how his brain worked, loved to look at his face, his mouth when he spoke. Liam was pre-med and John was a PT major so they had similar classes but the way Liam talked about the body, the way it worked, the cascading intricacies of impulse and enzyme, it made John want to change his major, though he never would. John was just smart enough to pass his classes with B's and was not looking to add all the lab hours Liam had.

Liam and John were meeting up just three weeks after their Freshman year started and Liam just couldn't hold it in anymore. He told John about his roommates, their subtle campaign of terror, never enough to get in any real trouble but enough to make sure Liam knew he was not welcome there. John's face, normally so open and kind grew dark hearing about this and the first stirrings of plan began to form in his head and was that also...hunger?

John began to ask questions about the roommates, what did they look like, what where their schedules, their height, weight, size. Liam thought the questions were a bit odd but answered honestly, thinking maybe he wanted to keep an eye out for them on campus, maybe give them a little bit of hell. It made Liam smile, knowing that John had such indignation. He was starting to think the problem was him. He never really bothered to try and make a real bond with them, maybe they were just as unsure of him than he was of them, but then Liam reminded himself he never put his trash in their space. Never hooked up with John while anyone was there, never made so much noise that it kept them up all night, never invited people over without telling them, then stared at them like they had three heads for even daring to return to the room. No, they deserved what was coming to them, even though Liam didn't know yet what it was.

They left that conversation with two very different thoughts on their minds, Liam left lighter, the weight of his worries being realized and appreciated and John left plotting something downright devious. Liam would have to be gone, obviously, and he'd need to find a way into the room, but he figured that Liam studied so long in the library it wouldn't be hard to snatch the keys to the room and make a copy, which was exactly what he did. It was easy, Liam only noticed John was there when he was returning the keys, saying he saw them on the floor of the library and knew they were his. Liam thanked him deeply, saying how brain fogged he was, and that he wasn't sleeping much, that just made John more set on what to do.

John was, of course, going to eat them. Liam's roommates that is. He would find them when they were alone, wait for them in the room, and pounce on them when they entered, swallow them down, churn them up inside of him, digest them into nothing, then when Liam returned to an empty room, no evidence that anything was amiss, he would have no idea that the extra weight sitting on John was them. John salivated to himself, wondering how it would feel to have three men stretching him out, pushing and wriggling and struggling inside of him. He was eager for Jaheim, to push all that meat inside of him, to prove he was the bigger, stronger man. All he had to do was wait for the time to strike

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Liam stayed in that room for three more months before he finally got a chance to go home. It was his cousins birthday party and his parents were able to come pick him up for it. When he told John this he very nearly shot up with excitement. This was the weekend he would do it. Finally make those three pay for what they did.

He waved Liam goodbye as he drove away, waiting until the car was out of sight before turning around and b-lining to the dorm. It was Friday and that meant the Will got back to the dorm at around 11:30am, then Jaheim at 12:45 and Andrew at 2:50. If he played it right, Will and Jaheim would be tired out by the time Andrew got back meaning they wouldn't get in his way. John's heart beat faster thinking about it all, the time was 11:13 meaning he only had a bit of time before the show began. He imagined the weekend ahead, laying sprawled out on the floor, the gurgles of his gut as worked overtime on the pile of beef he forced inside of it, the thought made his cock jump in his pants but it would have to wait. He had more important things to deal with.

When he closed the door to Liam's room behind him the clock read 11:21, 9 more minutes before Will should be back, and wouldn't you know he was right on time. Will opened the door and as soon as it was wide enough he was dragged in. The door slammed behind him and there was a muffled sound of alarm, the sound of movement, then deep, rumbling swallows, slow and powerful, then silence. John fell to the ground, his stomach sagging between his legs, the clear shape of a human seen pressing against the skin, dark hair exposed as Johns sweatshirt is forced up from the size of his gut. Already thick gurgles begin to emanate around the space as John rubbed over his distended bulk, "You're the one who had sex with him in the room right, couldn't wait for some privacy. Don't worry, I don't anyone's going to bother you in there". The muffled sound of screaming rang out and Will began to thrash around finally realizing what was happening, but by then John heard the sound of keys being pushed into the door. God damn, 12:45 already, time really does fly. John god up right as the door opened and the large shape of Jaheim filled the doorway, and he paused, not expecting to see the round and bearish form of John in his room. A full second passes before Jaheim notices the outline in Johns gut and recognizes the muffled voice within.

"You mother fucker, you'll pay for that" Jaheim said "He was gonna my dinner tonight".

That made John pause, not expecting another pred.

"You look surprised", he lifted his shirt and shook his gut between his hands, "You think all this is from normal food? Nah, I needed to supplement my protein and these kids always deliver"

"Well, sorry to steal your meal but Andrew will be here an a couple hours, why don't you snag him when he comes in." Jaheim paused for a moment, sizing John up, wondering how hard it would be to over power him and eventually sighed.

"You know what, why the hell not."

John felt a wave of curiosity. When Liam described it, Jaheim was always the lesser of the evils. More an observer than an active participant, Liam said that he actually acknowledged him when he came in so maybe he wasn't the worst.

The two waited in silence or, rather, not speaking since the loud sounds of digestion coming from John could hardly be considered silent. John nursed his gut in his lap, pressing down on the hand and foot prints that pushed against his skin, relishing the tightness of having something so large inside of him.

At long last Andrew entered the room and, like Jaheim, stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of the large, round man.

"This is a friend of mine, don't worry about it" Jaheim said from his desk and Andrew entered into the room fully, closing the door.

"Cool, what's your na-" Andrew got cut off by Jaheim's mouth clamping over his head. John had never seen someone eat another person whole before and it was something to behold. Jaheim's whole body seemed to widen, expecting the large deposit and the thick sound of gulps paired with the full bodied undulating that brought prey inside. Slowly, inch by inch, Andrew disappeared from view, only being the large shape slowly curling up inside Jaheim's gut. When only Andrew's shoes hand out of Jaheim's mouth he took them off, took one last deep gulp and then collapsed on the floor next to John.

"Ah, fuck. Never liked you you little runt. Always following Will around like some little bitch. Hah, now your my bitch" Jaheim said to his gut, pushing it roughly.

"No friendship lost between you two I see."

"Nah, these kids aren't my scene. Better as lunch than roommates, you know what I mean"

John coverer a burp "Oh yeah. People like them don't deserve to by anything other than weight on this gut."

"Hey, just a heads up, I've got a third roommate, weird guy named Liam. When he gets in here he's mine, so don't even think about it, alright."

And there it was. Just as things were going so well. Looks like he would get to eat Jaheim after all.

Will was already still in his gut which gave him the advantage and John got on top of Jaheim.

"Woah there kid, I'm not gay. Get off of m-" GULP.

Jaheim was a fighter, that much was obvious, but John had gravity and weight on his side, and the battle was lost before it even started. Jaheim was pulled, thrashing, slowly into John's maw. He took his time knowing that no once else was going to enter. He reached Jaheim's shoulders, clamping down his arms with his iron grip, and shoved him up, into his throat, a deep swallow following, pulling him into John up to the base of the chest. John's mouth somehow grew wider, enveloping the still twitching form of Andrew inside Jaheim's massive gut. Jaheim could barley move, held in place as he was by Johns esophagus, just wiggling, and actually helping John inch him along. There was a sudden shift as Jaheim was pulled deeper into John without him moving. It took John some time to realize that Will wasn't as dead as John thought and he was pulling Jaheim inside with him, apparently getting revenge for Jaheim's original plot. All that was left was Jaheim's legs and slide down without issue and finally, the feast was done.

John winced in pain as his stomach pulled and thrashed. He had never held this much meat inside of himself at once and he felt like he was on the edge of bursting.

"Ah, ah, ah fuck. God damn there's some good eating on you three." He rubbed over his gut, as much as he could, which now pinned him in place. The two forms shifted as much as they could trying in vain to escape but John knew the truth, what goes in does not come back out. John lay there under the weight of his meal, nearly six hundred pounds of man flesh shoved inside of him and deep satisfaction glowed out from his core. He had done it, he had save Liam, and maybe Liam would appreciate it in all the right ways. He wished that Liam was here now to rub lovingly over the expanse of his own size, to poke and prod with warm and skilled hands and ease the indigestion, but he wasn't, so John decided to sleep.

Sleep he did, for the next 30 hours John lay on the floor, his body breaking down the massive pile of long dead flesh inside of him. People came knocking, asking the three guys if they were going out but only the muffled gurgles of digestion answer them and they moved on.

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"Shame they never came back" John said, rubbing idly on his side.

"Is it. Fuck those guys. Everyone thinks that they got caught at some frat doing something illegal and they're in prison somewhere."

"Yeah, I'm sure they were imprisoned."

John was larger now, that much food tends to leave a dent, but Liam seemed to like it. Liam had an inkling of course, about what happened. Three men disappear and suddenly your friend but maybe also boyfriend is about 100 pounds heavier, those two changes aligned too closely for them not to be connected, but Liam didn't care.

"Hey John, are you busy, we could go back to my room and study"

"Yeah that sounds good, what are studying for?"

"The gastrointestinal system, figure you could help me with that. If not that then I can always use help with anatomy and physiology" He winked at John who turned red.

"Y-yeah, anatomy. Lets practice anatomy."

They closed the door behind them and Liam got a hands on experience with a lot of anatomy indeed.

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Okay, second post. This one is a little rambly also and I am still trying to figure out the pacing and description for the actual eating and digestion of prey. I feel like they pass too quickly since the big point is the vore but oh well. We learn by doing. I hope you enjoyed and I would welcome idea for new posts!!

[deepestheropickleranch]

Dinner Party

content warning: Male vore, digestion, unwilling prey, willing prey, perma, many prey, m/m vore

Adam finally gets the feast he's been waiting for.

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Adam was big and he knew it. He looked in the mirror, 6'5", biceps bulging while he flexed, massive pectorals the size of dinner plates, muscular thighs and all juxtaposed by the massive dark, hairy gut that hung heavily in front of him, so large that Adam couldn't even fit his arms around it.

He struggled over to his bed, falling onto it with a groan, and caressing his large gut lovingly. It gurgled and sloshed gently, working over time to digest all the food and meat packed inside of it. It had been a feast.

He had planned for weeks. He couldn't fill his gut often but when he did he made sure that it was a spectacle. He invited his apartment building, all men, to come to his home for a dinner party. There was seven total and Adam's mouth salivated just thinking about it and his stomach gave a desperate gurgle.

Eating seven people was hard. They might find him immobile with other meals and flee, but Adam had a plan for that. His name was Marcus. Marcus was a big guy, not quite as large as Adam but he had meat on his bones and an ass to prove it. He was one of the seven that Adam would invite over.

Adam would find him eying him at the gym and he would flick his eyes to the locker room where the two would pound it out. Marcus loved Adam gut, worshiped it while he sucked his cock. Adam would invite him over and Marcus would stuff him senseless, enough food for five being crammed tightly into him. While they fucked Marcus would hold Adam's gut and Adam could see his mind working, imagining being inside, and he couldn't help but to smile.

Marcus would help him and most likely be the last of the seven to go down.

The rest was easy, send out the invites, buy enough wine to make fifteen men drunk, let alone seven, buy doors and windows that would lock with the press of a button on his phone, and sound proof the apartment. No sense in spoiling the surprise for the guests not yet stewing in his tank.

...

The night of the dinner Adam was nearly mad with desperation. His gut rumbled and his cock would weep and the mere thought of it all.

Marcus was the first to arrive, arms laden with the takeout Adam had tasked him to grab. The other six arrived shortly after that, one after another. Adam had never bothered to learn their names, they were just meat.

The night seemed to drag on and by the end of it Adam could barely manage, the massive portion of food he had already eaten feeling like nothing in his stomach. Finally, Adam had decided that his party guests had drunk enough of the wine that he had a decent chance of success.

He stood up, asking one of the guests, a plumber with a round and stocky middle, to have a look at his bathroom sink. The man obliged readily enough but Adam could see the distant look in his eyes. The man had barely any idea what was happening, like a lamb to the slaughter. Adam couldn't help but to grin.

Finally in the bathroom, the man bent down to open the cabinet to take a look while Adam closed and locked the door. His meal turned to tell Adam that nothing looked amiss but didn't get the change to get the words out, and was instead met with a hungry, drooling maw. Adam had his head in the back of his throat in a moment, decades of being a pred kicking in. He ripped the mans shirt off and worked effortlessly down his shoulders and chest. The taste wasn't what mattered, though that's not to say that Adam didn't enjoy it, but the moment he felt his guests head pass into his stomach he let out a low moan. He had nearly forgotten how good it felt to be a pred, how right it was that other men were his food. In all too short a time Adam stood alone in the bathroom, gut hanging low and thrashing wildly, stimulating Adams already erect cock and, without him even having to touch it, cumming onto the bathroom counter.

Adam looked in the mirror with a grin, such a glorious sight, and one that would only grow. He opened the door, his bulky frame easily carrying the weight of another grown man.

"Marcus, I need a hand while he works on the sink. I've got something for you to take care of" Adam calls out and immediately he hears hurried footsteps, no doubt Marcus expecting to get dick.

Adam slips into the bedroom, Marcus following closely behind, and before Adam can even turn around, Marcus has his pants at his ankles. When Adam does turn around, though, Marcus pauses in place, eyes glued to the massive, thrashing barrel of a gut in front of him, bulging and moving, the imprint of hands and feet pressing out. Marcus' mouth opens and closes, struggling to wrap his mind around the sight in front of him before he mutters, "I knew it."

"What?" Adam asks.

"You're a pred. I fucking knew it. I had hoped you would show me eventually, let me be..." He pauses.

"Be what?"

"One of your meals" he says shyly. Adams cock springs to life at the large and muscular man shyly admitting that he wanted to be eaten by him. This was going to be even easier that he had originally thought. He thought he'd have to make a false promise to Marcus, using his own horniness to get him to feed the others to him before funneling him down after them.

"You're going to eat us all, aren't you" Marcus says, the look in Adam's eye immediately confirming it. "Fuck," he sighs as his cock begins to weep precum. "Fuck" he moans, louder this time as he jerks off in front of Adam, cumming after three pulls. "Mmmh."

"You're gonna help me. You're going to go out there and bring them into this room, one by one, until you're the only one left," Adam says, closing in on Marcus, before pressing his thrashing gut into him, pinning him to the wall, Marcus letting out another moan, "And when your the only one left, I'm going to swallow you down, inch by inch until you're mine. Do you understand?"

Marcus can only nod, the sensation of his cock being inadvertently rubbed by the plumbers struggling overtaking him for a moment in absolute bliss. Adam lets him down and points to the door, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. Marcus pulls his pants up and leaves the bedroom, breathing heavily.

Not long after there's a knock at the door, and one of the guests walks in. He was tall, and thin, just some business clerk, hardly any meat on him, but that doesn't stop Adam from slurping him down, and in less than a minute he's down. The last few swallows he grabs Marcus' hand and presses it against his own throat, making him feel as the man makes his way into his final resting place. Adam enjoys the look on his face, the wonder and desire on Marcus' admittingly handsome features.

Adam lets out a burp, his gut moving with even more activity and his cock, now lost in the expanse of his stomach, sprays on the underside of his gut. "Next course, now." Adam is desperate, a feeding frenzy taking over him. He wants to walk out, to make a show of it, to guzzle them all down and see the terrified expression on their faces when they see what's going to happen to them, but he needs to be smart. If he want's his feast he's going to have to be careful, and fortunately, Marcus is fast.

Its less than thirty seconds later, there is once again another knock. Adam wonders, absently, what Marcus is telling them to get them to come to the bedroom. Maybe they're all as into him as Marcus was.

The door opens and a curly brown haired man in his late thirties walks in. Adam is slower this time and the man lets out the beginning of a scream before he bears down on him, staunching the sound with his throat. This man is bigger than both the plumber and his latest victim but that doesn't make Adam slow down. His appetite is boundless as his mouth spreads over the mans large paunch, soft skin is exposed where his shirt has ridden up and Adam bites down on it, making the man squirm even more. His legs come next and they slide down into his gut, before Adams jaws close around his feet. With one final gulp the man is down his throat and stewing with the other two. Adam lets out a massive belch, thankful for the sound proofing and Marcus' foresight to close the door.

"Ah, what a fatass" Adam mutters to himself, looking at his reflection, moving his gut side to side, watching the men inside tumble around.

"It's even hotter the second time," Marcus says, eyes glued to the massive gut, easily jutting out four feet, "There's three more. Do you have room for them...and me?"

Adam lets out a massive burp into Marcus' face, watching as a watch gets dislodges and lands with a thud, covered with saliva and stomach juices. "There, just made more room for you all."

Marcus turns to get the next course without another word. It takes longer this time and Adam assumes that they're getting suspicious. Three men have now left and not come back.

Finally there's a knock and Adam nearly lunges at the door before seeing it's Marcus. "They're not coming. They said that they're not going anywhere until the others come back. I tried everything I could think of short of manhandling them and-"

"Well, if they want to know where the others are, why don't I show them?" Fuck caution. Adam could force three men down his throat, easy, in his college days he could clear out full fraternities in one night, pinned under the weight of all that meat.

He walks out of the room, heavy, slow footsteps, before turning the corner into the small living room. There is silence for a second before the three men start to scream. One scrambles immediately for the door, finding it was locked. He tries desperately to turn the knob or the lock but neither budge. In a moment Adam is upon him and rears down onto him, his mouth enveloping his head and shoulders, he turns, the mans legs sticking up into the air as he works him down and sets his sight on the smallest of his guests, grabbing his shoulder and lifting him up, forcing him into his mouth with the other man's legs. He scarfs both down before looking over the now empty living room.

Only two left.

Adam can barely move, the massive amount of weight nearly pinning him down. He slowly waddles through the halls before seeing Marcus holding his prey. Marcus lifts him as the man thrashes and screams, shocked by the betrayal, and Adam swallows the man down feet first.

He collapse at last. Six grown men stretching out his massive tank, the thick blanket of hair that covers his gut moving and stretching. He belches loud enough to shake the floor, not that it really mattered. Everyone in the apartment building was currently in that room.

Marcus climbs on top of the massive gut, grinding his cock up against the bulging and shifting mass of meat and skin and hair. Adam just has to open his mouth as his final prey practically dives down his throat. With a final gulp Adam sits alone in his home, hell, alone in the building, every resident stewing away inside of him. He burps once more before food coma overtakes him completely.

.....

Adam eventually awakes. His gut is a fraction of the size, he presses his hand against his gut and can feel the liquid slurry that was once seven men slosh and glorp inside of him.

He rolls onto his feet and waddles to his room, admiring himself in the mirror once he makes it, seeing the massive swell of dark, hairy stomach in front of him. He flexes before making his way to the bed, still exhausted from the previous nights events, and before he drifts off once more, he wonders when his land lord will move in new tenants, and this cycle can begin again.

This is my first ever post and please give me some ideas or critiques. I can tell the writing is a little stilted but hey, I got hard while writing it so there's that.