hey guys~ sorry i’ve been so busy with work and school the past few months, but i wanted to give you guys a little treat to ring in the new year. this one’s especially nasty so don’t say i didn’t warn you!
“Fuck,” Kyle muttered to himself as his groaning gut sloshed with the remains of 2 different pledges, all in varying stages of digestion. The weekend after rush week was always called Binge Week at his frat, and Kyle was certainly one to binge on all the fresh meat. It was only the first Saturday of binge week, and his gut was in overdrive trying to process the meat of 2 hearty, young men.
The first one went down the smoothest. His twinky body tasted like Coconut, and he came buckets as he slid down Kyle’s rank gullet. The boy landed face first in Kyle’s gut, his cute little face pressed against the sphincter to his intestines. After his decent but, no thanks to Kyle’s probing tongue in his musky ass, the boy experienced a rush of post nut clarity, which allowed him to subsume the true horror of the situation. This scared the little boy, causing him to struggle while he was still only halfway down Kyle’s gaping throat. A subsequent chain reaction occurred where the sphincter opened up swallowed his face into the tightly constricted intestines, suffocating the boy before any of the good stuff could happen. Kyle felt the boy go limp and saw the bulge in his lower gut, putting two and two together before groaning in irritation.
This led him to his second meal of the night, a lithe 18 year old with a brand new perm. He quickly went up behind the boy and scarfed him down, in record time at that, sending him and his brand new Ralph Lauren Polo to the caustic morgue currently bubbling away at some random twink. When the young boy was dumped into the gut, he quickly felt someone else in their, giving him the slightest glimmer of hope. He tried to talk to the boy and figure out where he was, his voice barely audible over the sizzling of the enzymes in skin. His body was squished against the other boy’s back, his skin feeling pruned and his shirt having rags. After a couple minutes, the unfortunate boy realized why he had no answer back. He screamed in abject terror, trying his best to dislodge himself from the inhuman pretzel he was wrapped in with this bubbling corpse. Even his own polo that his mom just bought was rapidly dissolving into shreds, exposing his soft skin to the harsh acids. Tears poured down his face as his struggles forced more dead of the dead boy down the intestine. This, mixed with the copious amounts of Busch Lite raining down, upset Kyle’s hardworking gut.
In response, the gut let out a deafening whine that bled into a disgusting flurry gurgle. The frat boys currently watching Kyle’s gut just laughed, but inside, the poor boy was about to experience hell on Earth. The disgusting gurgle signaled a flood of acids being sprayed from every crevice into the already sweltering gut, scalding the boys’ skin with boiling hot acids. The living boy screamed as he was blinded by the enzymes, blood pouring down his face and mixing with the acids as they sprayed directly into his mouth, cutting off his screaming in mere seconds as they irrevocably seared his vocal chords. All his other soft skin was burnt in an instant, his dick being fried into a sloppy mess of exposed nerve endings, his hairy ass and musky hole began to sizzle like a fried egg. He thrashed and writhed in immense pain, asking himself how anybody could do something so cruel. The dead boy he was laying upon was already beginning to soften: his skin was sloughing off like a tender pot roast, revealing the blood and tissue beneath. As the unfortunate living boy thrashed and flailed above him, his weight began to press down on the quickly liquifying twink and broke the brittle bones beneath him, tearing his limbs and creating a gorey mess as the acids made quick work of him.
On the outside, Kyle and his frat bros watched as his gut bulged and squirmed, not leaving anything up to imagination. The muffled screams were haunting, yet a turn on for many, and soon they became interspersed with a sickening crunch here or a disgusting series of pops there. It only took about 15 minutes for his second meal to go still, and even then there were still a disgusting cacophony of organic horrors. After a few hours of drinking and digesting, there was not much left of the two boys. The first one was just a disgusting mix of gory sludge and body parts snaking through Kyle’s bowels. The red-brown soup contained whole pieces of the boy’s hands, feet, the head with scalp and all, and other miscellaneous body parts and articles of clothing that were never fully digested in Kyle’s gut, courtesy of his much rowdier second meal. The same could not be said for the main entree, however. He experienced, or was currently experiencing, his full sentence in the cruel frat boy’s biological jail cell. Only the trunk of his body remained, and even then it was a grotesque hunk of half burnt meat with splintered bones riddling the entirety of it. The disgusting boy sludge containing specks of processed skin, rotten blood, and bone shards bubbled around as his permed hairs floated to the top, periodically being released in pungent belches from Kyle. It would only take another day or two for both of the boy’s to be processed, but Kyle was already looking to add another boy to the half digested remains in his gut. They always did squirm better when there was another “occupant” already stewing away in there.
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