"I thought you said they'd fill out my stomach," my brother said on the phone with the friend he'd made from his time in jail. "Yeah, well, I just ate one of the shits, and it's flat as ever! He isn't even squirming all that much. I mean, yeah, of course, he felt great stretching my throat. Tasted amazing. You think I digested him that quick? You're bullshitting me."
I sat on the bad, bound and gagged, crying. Half an hour ago, my brother ate my husband. And he was right, there wasn't a trace of him. Not a bulge, not a sound.
"You think it might not go so quickly with family?" He glanced over at me. "And try shoving them up my ass? That's gay man. Well, I guess he's gay... Okay, I'll call you back." He hung up and smiled. "Good news, baby bro. Looks like you're back on the menu! And I might not turn you into shit. Isn't that exciting? Are you a top? I always thought you were a bottom. Okay, well, look, if you don't get mulched in this bad boy--" He slapped his gut. "--then I'll fuck you better than you've ever been fucked when I let you out, kay?" He climbed onto the bed and turned around. He spread his cheeks. His hole pulsed. "Make sure to squirm for me."
Luca's favorite part about living in a seaport town was the constant influx of American tourists. They had an enthusiastic need to be social. Since most of the locals only ever pretended to tolerate them, true interest from someone like Luca, true kindness, true appreciate, was like finding a puppy and giving it a bone. The ones he took on tours, on bike rides, out to dinner, for a swim, they all latched onto him.
He loved the attention. He loved how they asked him constant questions about his favorite places when he took them there. Most of all, he loved the shy ones, the men who blushed every time he looked deep into their eyes. It was like they'd come here with the entire hope of running into the rest of their lives.
And, in a way, they always did.
See, a collision course with Luca meant the best vacation a gay guy could have. It meant dates both gentle and wild. It meant compliments from a man whose beauty the ancient world would have gone to war over. It meant getting your entire past fucked out of you by his sculpted cock and losing all your worries to the taste and pressure of his hairy ass pressed down on your face.
It also meant, when it was about time for you to go, he'd drink wine with you at his home one last time. And he'd lay you on the bed. And he'd sit on your face. You'd lick his beautiful hole... and then he'd keep sitting. He'd ask, "Do you want to stay with me forever?" And even though they'd always be muffled by his hole pressed against them, none of his American gay boys ever refused. They all wanted this life forever.
So he put more of his weight down until his hole finally opened, and their entire head slipped inside.
Luca was in love with being loved. With being seen as the perfect person to the shy tourists who so easily fell for him. He despised the idea of heartbreak, of being someone's regretfully missed vacation romance. So he'd make each of his loves his forever.
It helped that his ass was constantly hungry, and he was a pred.
So each of these men would wind up wiggling their way deep inside Luca until he grabbed onto their feet, the only part of them left in the outside world, and he'd say, "Welcome to Heaven, my love."
He didn't mean that in a, "You're going to die in there," way, though if you asked anyone else, he didn't not mean it that way either. Every man Luca took existed somewhere inside him. Their souls traveled through his body. They all congregated together. They were all his, forever. He could talk to them whenever he wanted.
He'd spend the rest of the night digesting his American lover, adding him to his superior thighs, calves, and ass. Then in the morning, he'd flush away their old form, walk out onto the terrace, and spend the day basking in the sun, in his godhood, telling all his lovers how lucky they are to have found him, now a part of their lover until the end of time.
After a month of living together, your roommate plopped down on the couch. "Guys who stare at my ass so much should have some confidence and get in there," was all he said before yanking his pants down past those furry mounds. Your eyes went wide. It was perfect. You had looked a few times, sure. It was a nice bubble, and given his hairy chest, you were sure it'd be covered in hair.
"I thought--" Whatever you were going to say got lost when he grabbed the back of your head and pushed you face with between his cheeks. On instinct, you stuck your tongue out. Unfortunately, it was just in time to get hit with a fart. You grimaced at the gas as it filled your lungs.
With it, his hole loosened. Nothing else came out, but, unknown to you, something was going in.
He kept pressing on your head until his hole slipped over and around your face. Tight muscles pressed around the sides of your neck. Heat blasted your head. "Yeah, scope out your new room, roomie."
Suction pulled you further in. You thought your shoulders would put an end to this, but slipped inside him with greater ease than your head did. His greedy hole kept pulsing and pulling around you. His insides were wet and warm. They stretched around your form quite easily, and you could hear him moan as more and more of your body slid past his prostate.
Soon, your head entered his stomach from below. In a matter of minutes, the rest of you followed suit.
Your roommate patted his stomach and grabbed his own ass. "Enjoy your stay," he said.
As he showered before work, Kane held his head in shame. He woke up to his boyfriend deep inside his ass. For seven months, he'd managed not to send the twink to the assfat grave most of Kane's dates found themselves buried in. He really did love the guy.
Heck, he'd been holding off on eating at all. He thought maybe if he stopped being a pred, those urges to eat his lover would go away.
His ass got what it wanted, though. Next time he fell in love, he'd have to keep eating, keep himself satiated, actively fight his hungry urges for the entire relationship. Or maybe he needed to find one of those reforming guys his college best friend told him about. Those were so rare though. Could he even find a guy like that he could fall in love with?
None of that mattered in the moment. He could feel his ass breaking his boyfriend down into fat and muscles. By the time his shower was over, there'd be none of him left.
"How's my ass look, dude?" my best friend asked, spinning around and showing off the glutes that used to be my brother before he gobbled that annoying asshole up with his own perfect asshole. "You're drooling."
I tried to laugh it off. "I've got a sexy brother."
He winked. "You sure it's not because you want to join it?" He walked backwards until his cheeks were only an inch from my face. "Give him a kiss goodbye. Eat my ass well enough and maybe it won't eat you."
"I need to find something to eat," my brother said, waltzing around my apartment without any pants on. He bypassed the fridge and hiked his shirt up over his ass, showing off the two perfect mounds I spent all last night making love to after he showed up sad with a vore gut filled with his cheating ex.
"No," I said. "Come on, man. I opened my home for you."
"A good host doesn't let his brother go hungry," he said. He slapped his ass. "Besides, you were in there all night. You know how nice it feels inside."
"But I don't want to be digested," I said.
"Really?" My brother marched over to me and gripped my erection in his hand. "Because this says different," he whispered. "This says you want to feel your body sinking into my velvet. You want your little brother to own you with his ass and mulch you down into muscle and shit. You want to be my breakfast. It's okay." He leaned down and placed a kiss on top of my head. "I don't mind being an only child." He turned back around, gripped his cheeks, and spread them. His pink hole winked at me. "I'm hungry," he said again.
I knew if I touched his ass at all, that'd be it. This would be my last day on earth. But I couldn't help it. My brother has the most perfect ass I've ever seen. I dove forward with my tongue out, slobbering all over his hole.
He sighed. "That's the right choice." Then he sat back.
There are few things as fun as slapping my boyfriend's ass the morning after we invite a third over. Either they didn't sleep over, and I get to spend all morning reminding him he's mine. Or they did, and my boyfriend woke up in the middle of the night and shoved them so far in between his hairy cheeks that they got melted down and added to his perfect mounds. That first day, his prey are more... in control, I suppose. They use his hole to speak. They're aware of everything that's going on. They ARE his ass. And spanking them to wake them up to their new reality is a level of hot I didn't know existed before him and I started dating.
Of course, after a couple days, whatever guy he ate finishes getting absorbed, and my boyfriend gets a new tattoo out of it. One day he'll be completely covered in ink. I hope I'm around to see him fill up~
When you're up so high in the air, it's hard to tell if the pred who bought your tiny self off the black market is about to shove you inside his hairy hole or drop you into his pit to sink into the gently musky forest. Either way, it's the most gorgeous view you've ever had. Utterly terrifying, too. And there's no question: either way, it's the last one you'll ever get. At least you're going to become part of someone so handsome...
Fired up the grill, then got a little impatient. You should’ve told your friend he had better not make me tell him twice to stop messing around. He didn’t know I was a vorepred, he fucked around, he found out, and now he’s in your big bro’s ass. Covered that fucker in BBQ sauce and shoved him right up my butthole, face first, before he could stop me. Before anyone in the family even noticed, too. No one’s gonna miss that bitch. Hey, he’s still with us, in a way. He can still hear, feel, taste, smell. For now, until he’s fully digested into muscle and fat for my already juicy vorepred ass. You wanna talk to him, just talk to my ass. I’m sure no one will notice, right? Hahahahahaha.
Now shut up and come get some steak, or you’re next to go up my butt, fucker.
Epsilon Alpha Tau - End of Hell Week (Part 4 - Finale)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The next pair of pledges were drastically different from each other. One was taller and thicker, too much beer giving him some extra padding over his pecs, abs, and thighs. The other was fairly short, with an almost slender swimmer's build. Both had ample members hanging between their legs.
"So, Aaron, Evan, what do you new bros think? These two look like they might be able to join?" Leo grinned at each of the twins.
"Maybe," Evan smirked, "Definitely have enough meat to fit in."
"But do they know what to do with them?" Aaron added.
"Well, pledges?" Leo asked.
The bigger one spoke up, "I know exactly what to do with it." He grabbed and shook his dick with a cocky grin, some of the guys chuckled along and cheered him on.
"Show us then." Leo stared back at him.
"You guys got a blow up doll around here or something?" The bigger pledge asked.
"Why use a doll when you've got a perfectly good hole right next to you?" Leo gestured to the other pledge, "One that doesn't mind showing us how much he wants to join by letting you prove yourself, right?"
The smaller pledge quickly nodded, "Right."
Leo pointed to the floor between his legs, "Then assume the position, pledge."
The smaller pledge got down on his hands and knees in front of Leo, inches from the frat president's crotch. Leo's balls still yearned to be filled. Maybe he'd end up stuffing the little guy down his shaft.
"You guys really want me to fuck him?" The bigger pledge asked.
"Yeah." The twins said in unison.
"Ok, then."
The bigger pledge knelt down behind the smaller one. He stroked himself until his cock stood proudly on its own. One hand grabbed the smaller pledge's hip while the other guided his meat towards the presented hole.
"You are not just gonna go in dry, are you?" Leo frowned, "You two could end up brothers. And around here we take good care of our brothers."
"You guys have some lube then?"
"You have a mouth, a tongue, and spit. Figure it out pledge."
The bigger pledge looked down towards the smaller one's ass. It was obvious he was having to convince himself to follow through. Leo didn't like the hesitation, but at least the guy figured out what he meant.
The bigger pledge let go of his cock and grabbed the smaller pledge's ass cheeks. He spread them apart before leaning down and giving some light licks. When it was obvious no one in the room was satisfied, he sighed before finally really driving his tongue in. The smaller pledge's back arched as he let out a gasp that Leo could feel on his cock.
Leo and the twins started jerking off to the show in front of them. Leo let his meat plump up right in the smaller pledge's face. The little guy's whimpers and moans sent waves of hot breath over his cock and balls.
Leo was just about to let his cock really grow so he could take in the guy's head when he heard muffled shouts. The bigger pledge was trying to pry his face away from the smaller one's ass without success. In less than a minute the bigger pledge's whole head was in the smaller pledge's ass.
"Holy shit..." Evan whispered.
"An ass pred." Aaron said with shock.
Leo would have to wait a bit longer for a cock snack. He wasn't about to pass up adding an ass pred to their ranks. That didn't stop him from stroking right in the guy's face though. Not that the smaller pledge noticed. He had his head craned back, gasping as the larger pledge's shoulders spread him further open.
The little guy rocked back causing the struggling meal to slide into him, inch by inch. Even though he was in up to his elbows, the bigger pledge didn't stop trying to fight it. The look on the smaller pledge's face just said that was making it all the better for him.
After a few more minutes the bigger pledge finally got what he'd wanted, his cock slid up into the smaller pledge's ass. Definitely wasn't how he'd hoped it would go, but he was putting on one hell of a show, even if he didn't know it. The smaller pledge's tight little abs bulged as the bigger one filled up his guts. Meaty thighs, thick calves, then large feet disappeared into the little guy's hole. He let out a sigh of relief as he shifted into a sitting position, holding his swollen belly. The floor he'd been kneeling over was splattered with cum.
"Nice show, brother. What's your name?" Leo asked.
"Josh." the smaller pledge struggled out between heavy breaths.
"Welcome to Epsilon Alpha Tau, Josh. This brotherhood is happy to have you."
"Fuck yeah we are!" Jason whooped as the rest of the guys cheered with him.
A couple of the brothers helped move Josh to a more comfortable spot in the back, one of them helping to massage the massive meal in the new brother's gut. Leo called up for another set of pledges. The pair that came down were the dimmest bulbs they'd seen all night. Fantastic bodies on them for sure, and they were diligent once what they were expected to do was spelled out for them. The red head really did do a great job sucking and swallowing Leo's cock, while the blond took a pounding from Evan and Aaron like a champ, but Leo's sack needed filling and as much as he loved a good himbo, explaining things to them was just going to be tiring. Besides neither showed even a hint of being a pred,
Leo grunted as he shoved the ginger's head into his cockslit. Didn't take long for the first himbo to end up in his balls. Even less for the second, as Evan and Aaron shoved the blond in head first after dumping a couple loads in his ass. Leo smiled as the feeling of his full balls churning away finally kicked in.
After letting his balls work for a while, Leo called up for more pledges. Apparently, there was just one left. Dean, the brother who'd been manning the door brought him down.
Leo wasn't sure if he was just done with the night or if it was some sort of instinct, but the guy just didn't seem right for the frat. He gave Dean a nod and that was all the signal the brother needed. Dean's stomach growled as he grabbed the pledge's shoulders and shoved the guy's head in his mouth.
It didn't seem like Dean was going to take his time at all until he had his lips wrapped around his meal's waist. Dean's tongue searched around the former pledge's crotch, tasting the rigid cock and heavy looking sack. It was clear he was putting on a show of playing with his food. Dean took his own hard dick in hand, stroking it as he pushed his meal's crotch and ass into his mouth. The former pledge's legs shook and twitched clearly showing they'd just climaxed on Dean's tongue. With that, Dean came as he finished the former pledge's legs and feet as quickly as he'd started. The brother patted his now rounded stomach and let out a deep belch.
"Alright brothers," Leo began, "with the last of the pledges joining us, one way or another, that signals the end of Hell Week! I'm glad we got a good number of new members. By now I'm sure the party is dying off upstairs, so I'm sure most of you will be heading to bed. However! I don't want anyone going to sleep hungry, so with that in mind any guests dumb enough to pass out here are fair game."
With that, a cheer moved through the group. Almost all of the guys headed back upstairs, a few clearly eager to snatch up a snack. Leo noticed Tommy's hungry looks focusing on his balls and gestured him over. Chad had stuck around too so Leo nodded for him to join them. Tommy was clearly a real slut for man jizz, doing everything he could to suck every last drop out of Leo's balls. Tommy didn't even hesitate to work over his brother and bro's cock either. Chad really had trained him well.
Hell Week had ended. This new year was really just getting started. Leo was excited to see what these new brothers would bring to the Epsilon Alpha Tau house.
I was so drawn in by this man’s musky ass I wanted to lick it clean. I didn’t even notice he pinned my head in and I was in such awe I didn’t even notice the hole opening to take me in. It was only once my feet were slurped up behind that hairy hole did I come out of this haze and find out I his next meal.
I open up my snap and see something sent from my brother he just sends the caption that my boyfriend made a great addition to his ass but now he’s gassy and I can only assume he’s gonna have me help clean him out when I get home. It’s a shame cuz this was the longest relationship I had before like always he became ass fat.
Mike Schmidt asking you to steady a ladder he's using and he ends up tumbling backwards on your face with his big ass. He didn't intend to eat you but it feels too good to stop.
a/n — couldn’t resist making it festive, sorry! something shorter because I have so many other mike requests lol
words — 1.7k
summary — check the ask!
warnings — vore, obviously. shorter than I wanted it to be because im hornyyyyyy ayyy
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It started out as a simple request—help Mike decorate his house for the holidays. He was mainly referring to the outside of his house because it already looked dilapidated from the lack of yard work he was barely able to keep up with, but a fresh layer of snow this morning hid the overgrown grass and what felt like a thicket of weeds. What better way than to compliment the seasonal weather with some bright lights?
When you got there, he and Abby had already covered the interior head-to-toe in snowflakes and snowmen and drawings of those animatronics he talked about in Santa hats that each matched their iconic color. Brown for Freddy, red for Foxy and so on and so forth. The only man you cared about donning anything Santa-related was Mike, who would look absolutely fitting in the suit given his dad-bod and generally positive vibes. He had a tubby belly to complete the look and a laugh that made it shake in a way that was hypnotizing. Not to mention, his thick thighs looked perfect to sit on.
Okay, maybe you stared at your friend more than friends normally do, if they do at all. Maybe that’s why you’re staring down the barrel of a canon, ramrodded with disappointment. Maybe that’s why you’re in the cold staring up at him—getting a full view of his backside as he stood at the top of a ladder.
Multi-colored, Mike wouldn’t budge on it. It was his sibling’s favorites—both Garrett and Abby and luckily enough, Mike’s too. He had a few nails between his lips, pressed into each other to keep them still. The flatheads of the three or so he held slowly disappeared when he needed another one to hammer into the wood between the gutters and the roof.
Every couple minutes or so, he would finish stringing up the lights his width span would let him, to make it easier on you for when he had to climb down and have you move the ladder over a foot or so, only to repeat the process once he was done hanging all that he could reach. It was a process, digging the ladder’s thick metal pegs into the snow so that it wouldn’t teeter and give Mike a broken arm or something worse for Christmas. That’s why he had you close to the ladder, keeping it steady at the bottom while he used his weight to press the top against the part of the roof that jutted a bit out from his house’s walls. You weren’t complaining, though, the view was pretty sweet. And no, you weren’t talking about the tranquility of the snow, you could only focus on the man making a cacophony of grunts and taking sharp breaths in the cold. Soft curses flew out of his mouth as he handled the end of a strand of lights. The spot where he had to hammer in a nail was just out of reach.
He started to lean, reaching farther than his body would allow. But it was just this little bit left, then he could start on a new strand. Why move the ladder for such a minuscule amount of work? He couldn’t hold a ball of lights and hang up the last bit, not with a hammer and nail to use, so he pushed on, even daring himself to stand on one foot just to get the extra reach.
“Careful, Mike.” You warned, gripping the ladder a little tighter.
It was almost expected for Mike to fall, because he did seconds later. What wasn’t expected was that there was no loud clattering of the ladder, no sound of Mike’s body hitting the snow, and no grunts of pain that would ensue. No sounds of a broken or sprained limb and a complaint that you would have to play doctor and patch him up. None of that, just the sound of fabric tearing and a brief sound of snow falling off the roof. Something came from above and obscured your view, turning everything dark like the way nights started early in the winter, only you were sure that it was around two in the afternoon. Your hold on the ladder meant that you had something to keep yourself upright, the heavy force trying its hardest to bring you down didn’t win. But, if you weren’t going to give in to the motions, something else would have to. And there you were, thrust into warmth, almost burning because of how long you had been in the below-freezing outdoors. You had no idea what had happened, your sight rendered useless because it was pitch black. The sounds were foreign but wet slurps echoed in your ears like you were squeezing your way through a warm gulch. That only confused you more, but Mike had a clear view of everything from the outside.
When he fell, he was astonished to find his ass didn’t hit the cold snow. He mentally prepared himself to waddle back into the house to get a change of clothes for himself, and possibly you, from how wet he would be. Yet, he opened his eyes to see that he hadn’t even touched the ground, unlike his light-hanging tools. He came into contact with something else, something sturdier than the ladder he was on—you. Not only that, but he damn near extended his head by engulfing your head into his ass, adding an extra number of feet to his height.
Oh, no. He didn’t mean for this to happen—he didn’t even think that it would happen with a dual layer of sweatpants and boxers! The thick fabric should have helped prevent this, being more than hard enough to rip with bare hands let alone the forces of gravity. The feeling was far from new, but he didn’t know how to control the extra limbs he now co-piloted. When he ate someone like this, he was never in this position. The imbalance sent him forward onto the ladder, still standing. He was able to get a hold on the steps and stand as he had at the very top, just a few steps lower than before. He turned back and saw that you were still on your feet, so there was nothing pushing you in and nothing pushing you out.
Mike tried to talk himself up to it. He was your friend, and sure, he planned to get around eating you at some point, preferably when he was better off in life. He had you babysitting Abby on the regular, cooking for him because he was “too tired and hungry” to focus on doing it, and even persuaded you to cover some of the bills when he was between jobs. Deep down, he appreciated everything you did and you deserved to have a slip-up, a mistake. A one-time thing where you and he had an encounter like this and never talked about it again. You could back to sharing a beer with him on the couch and watching trashy late-night gameshows. But, he was your friend. He shouldn’t have put you in a position where this would be a risk, and in all fairness, he didn’t plan for it to happen. Mike knew that you would chew his ear off for this, and there would be an inevitable talk where you scolded him for not telling you sooner about this side of him. Besides, he was doing you a favor. He caught you looking at him more than once, and he was pretty sure you were eyeing him up today during all of this. Better sooner than later, he figured.
Mike took a breath, then stepped off the ladder, fully pressing his weight down on you as you kept your hold on what you were certain would keep you steady. It was all you had to hold on to, too scared to see what had entrenched your head in a smelly and wet trench. You felt it move, sliding down past your shoulders until whatever it was wrapped around your chest. The thing swallowing you opened slightly, then pressed down on a lower part of your chest, squeezing some of the air out of you as it kept moving. Your heart sank, knowing that your situation was only worsening and Mike didn’t seem to be doing much to help you. Maybe he had passed out, or was hanging off the roof? Both of those options sounded silly, though. While you could feel yourself getting sent deeper into the tunnels of wherever you were, you tried to figure out what exactly happened. Mike fell and then… you were here, inside of something. Something warm and wet and… holy shit. You were in Mike’s shitter. Given the weather, this was the only logical explanation.
It was too little, too late for you. By the time you had come to this conclusion, Mike’s ass had sucked you in down to your waist, making your devourer look like an arachnid with his four legs and two arms. Your head was being turned left and right and up and down and stopped the resistance of a tight hole at the end of your trails. The heat radiating from it felt deadly compared to the initial feeling of Mike’s hairy ass hitting your face. His ass reminded you of the fire from a fireplace, but this heat was from sticking your hand right in the fire. You had nowhere else to put it, though, reaching forward—just like he had—into this tight sphincter to try and find an exit out. Little did you know, this was the processing plant that converted you into the thing you needed to be to leave. Santa wouldn’t deliver presents without wrapping them first, right? Well, you wouldn’t be leaving until you were less identifiable in Mike’s stomach.
Mike’s cheeks felt the cold snow as he got to your boots. Those would not be fun to digest, but it was on him for not thinking a few steps ahead in this plan. He’ll admit that, he has some humility. It wasn’t unusual for him to have things end a bit messy, with an inconsistent schedule and piling responsibilities, but at least one of the things occupying such a big spot in the mental list of his head would become a pile of shit. He didn’t need a plan to know that he would dump you in the snow, shoveling more slush over it to hide his own dirty brown sludge and any remnants of your clothes.
Nathan Drake is in the middle of robbing your house when you return early and Nathan is hanging from above and ends up falling on your head with his ass
a/n — sorry for the week between posting! obviously finals and traveling got in the way of writing but I'm back to it! hopefully this is good, kinda went a little overboard in the beginning and end lmao. written to be read as game!nate and movie!nate, but I pictured tom's drake while writing it
“He’s gone… let’s go,” a whispering voice echoes from behind the cover of freshly-trimmed shrubs. Two figures stand at the back of your house, watching you leave through the grand French doors in the front. Nathan gave a nod to his accomplice, and they snuck their way inside…
Inside, that’s all you could think about as your car rolled past the gates of your country house. Big, bold, stunning, all of that described the man you had seemingly struck gold with. He was perfect, inside and out. A gentleman, he offered to drive you to and from the restaurant since you would be the one paying. Now, he was planning to take you to eat out in a different way. There was a silent agreement over dinner about who was who—you, the ass man, him, whatever you needed him to be.
The engine shut off as he turned the key and pulled it out. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he eagerly pulled you in for a kiss, refusing to let you even unbuckle your seatbelt in the time it took him between those two actions. The passion was fierce, so much so that you could have left the pleasures of the Californian King in your bedroom to have sex right here, right now in your car. You’d take the leather seats becoming slick with sweat as he drilled into you, but there was also this fear of feeling like a fish in a glass bowl. Anyone could be beyond the tree line surrounding your house, watching you at your most intimate. Hidden in the dark, they encircle you like something hungry. You needed to go inside, to feel safer. To put anything other than the man in front of you in the rearview mirror.
Each step to your double-front-door felt light, like the next step would send you into orbit. But you were already close to the sun, the light of your life and affected by the man who gave you a smile so bright that even a sunset couldn’t dim the gleam on your teeth. He snaked a hand around your waist, smoothly slipping his hand into your pocket and fishing out the keys while he distracted you with a kiss. He retrieved them and pulled away to unlock the door, but stopped short when there were just one too many keys on the ring for him to remember which undid the lock on your front door. You laughed and took the set of keys from him, positioning yourself in front of him to get the damned thing stopping you from having sex out of the way. The only issue was that your door seemed to already be unlocked.
“What the hell?” You remarked as the door swung open. The lock didn’t seem to be busted, and the handle was still on tight, only moving in the ways that mattered. You made sure of it by jiggling it back and forth while your palm was still wrapped around it.
Using it to shove the rest of the door out of the way, you slowly stepped inside. It felt like a ghost haunting. You took a look around the corner and behind the door, waiting for some kind of surprise. There was a moment of hesitance as you thought about searching the rest of your house, because someone was definitely in here. Unfamiliar, the layout of your house feeling foreign. Then, a noise came from upstairs. A drumming thud from the floor above you—right about where your bedroom would be, you surmised.Must have been on heavy ghost to make a noise like that.
In lieu of speaking, you nodded to the kitchen. Your date seemed to be a step ahead because he made a motion with his hand that mimicked some sort of stabbing, like he planned to defend himself with a kitchen knife. You gave him a thumbs up, almost smiling at the fact that this was one hell of a way to push your adrenaline even higher. Wishful thinking lead you to believe that you made this all up—you forgot to lock the door, and, by chance, your body was playing into the creepiness of it to heighten the inevitable sex you would be having. Just a quick sweep of the house, and if there was a thief hiding away in a closet, they were bound to hear and see the best sex of their life.
“Nate! They’re pulling in. Get your ass out here!” A voice spoke into the piece in Nate’s ear, packed with layers of smoke and a faint noise sounded like he was already lighting a cigar on his end.
Nate spoke with ignorant assuredness, “Sully, it’s almost done. I’ll grab everything inside and make a run for it.”
“Kid, you’ll have no time to make a run for it. They’re already here.” Sully said it in that voice Nate couldn’t stand. He was more than just a kid—he had packed away multiple men, some twice his size. If Sully kept on talking like this, he’d be joining them. “I tried to leave the front unlocked for ya in case they noticed the damage we did around back, but that looks like a shitty way out now.”
Nate sighed to himself and muted his receiver, effectively cutting off Sully’s angry whispers and warnings. If he had kept his partner-in-crime on the line, he would have heard his warnings that the people they were robbing had come home and were eager to head to the bedroom—right where Nate was in the middle of committing a few felonies and maybe a misdemeanor if the court sentencing them was feeling generous.
Just one turn to the left and—fuck yes! The safe Nate had been working on for the past hour finally popped open, revealing a wealth of jewelry and priceless heirlooms, all made of varying karats alike. Diamond, silver, gold… Nate hit the jackpot. He scooped up the treasures in his arms, having run out of pockets from stashing some sterling silver utensils from the glass cabinet downstairs and a few necklaces from your jewelry box in the bathroom. Some of it would be useful in finding an old family fortune, the rest would be taken to the nearest pawn shop to cover his own needs. He could already see the prestigious hotels he had lined up in his mind to stay at as he traveled around looking for an old world’s estate, all with endless buffets of locals and the sort. Sully by his side to dump his loads in, it all sounded like a perfect dream…
“Shit!” And that’s all it would ever be. Nate slipped out a few profanities as his hand fumbled the gold pendant in his hands. His reflections in the myriad of Colombian emeralds embezzled in it taunted him from below as he just stared at it in complete silence. His face scrunched up and he mouthed a few silent profanities since he couldn’t do much else. It had made a noise just slightly too loud to feel good about the outcome of whatever was about to unfold. Nate hoped that, after a second of silence, you hadn’t heard hit crucial mistake. But then he heard the slow steps of someone ascending the stairs.
Your first thought was to check the bedroom. Not only did the sound come from what you thought was your room, but you had also hidden a few extra valuables in your safe just in case your date turned out to be a crook. A predator that planned to dine and dash from your house, that’s what he could have been. At least, if you were going to get eaten, it stopped him from reaping most of the benefits. That meant that everything priceless you owned was practically all in one place for someone to steal, and the better chance you had to corner them if they got to your bedroom before you did.
You passed through the tall doorway and into the much taller room, flicking on the light to let anyone in the room know that they were caught red-handed. The plafond was quite high up, rafters spanning the walls just under it for some decoration. It made just the perfect thing for Nate to cling on to and shimmy across in hopes of making it to the door while you were distracted. You were quick with your movements, though, and Nate left more of a mess than he thought in his frustration to crack your safe open. Clothes were lazily thrown onto your bed, clearing the way for the safe tucked in the very back of your closet—that was your first clue that the thief, or thieves, were gone to the wind. So you dashed over to the phone. The more people out here searching the surrounding area, the more likely you would lose less of the artifacts your family entrusted you with. Nate’s eyes were faster than your movement, and he could see the house phone sitting on the desk opposite to the side of the room that leveed itself for your clothes.
At that moment, he had to make a choice. A plan of action. Each breath taken was another one where he risked you looking up just enough to see him hanging there, but if he made a break for the window, he also risked putting himself in plain sight. The way out into the hall felt like less and less of a viable option every second because Sully pointed out that you came in with someone else. He didn’t hear anyone else’s footsteps on the stairs so that only made the entire first floor an unknown risk. Nate couldn’t choose to put up a fight—he couldn’t! He’d lose the bigger things he was trying to rob you of, and if he got away, you would never forget a charming face like his.
Nate slowly dropped each of the big ticket valuables in his arm onto your bed, a soft thud disrupting the silence and pace of your footsteps. You turned and watched another one fall, then another, and another. Your stomach fell faster than the items falling from the ceiling—the thief was right above you. Looking up, your world immediately became much darker as a mass from the ceiling came hurling down at you. It was like the entire ceiling had crumbled in, without the dust and itchiness of fiberglass and inevitable rubble. The weight felt crushing but smooth, a little warm, even. It was enough to make your balance feel off, like you wanted to stumble but the thing above you kept your legs motionless. Somehow, you were still standing, so the thought of your house falling to pieces was a thought far away as something more immediate came to fruition. He must have been eating you.
Grunts of satisfaction—almost relief were faintly heard from above you. It definitely wasn’t his mouth that was doing the swallowing, that’s for sure. You replayed the moment in your head, knowing that there was little to do in the way of struggling. Gravity was quick to fill in the rest of Nate’s slowed momentum after his descent onto you. What must come down must keep going down—Nate had learned that the hard way a few times himself, but he was giving you an upfront lecture on the topic. That meant that your head—from crown to chin—was in him in seconds as well as everything to the line of your clavicle shortly after.
You could feel him resting on your shoulders like some fucked up piggyback ride, his legs dangling over your chest. Nate was impressed with himself, smirking and biting his lip at the pleasure of his accurate aim. Wielding pistols gave him a pretty good line of sight for almost everything else—from the beer pong he played with Sully to now, where he needed it to save his own ass. And he was doing more than just saving it here, he was rewarding it for the weapon that it was.
It was easy to think about the people Nate held at gunpoint—fuck, why didn’t he do it like this? To get everything he ever wanted and more with a delicious dinner as a cherry on top. Maybe it’s because you went down so easily. When he kicked people off planes in the past, he couldn’t actually make sure that they wouldn’t be a problem in the future. Nate was a testament to surviving the impossible, so maybe he could run a new heist method by Sully, and if he said no…
Nate’s head returned back to his train of thought, his ass chugging you down with ease as he slipped further down your body. He hated that he couldn’t relieve himself while doing this. His dick sprung up but Nate had to refrain from enjoying any of this. He couldn’t just leave DNA evidence behind, that would just be sloppy!
He tried to let his mind run wild with thoughts he couldn’t act on. If he could channel it out somehow, long enough to swallow you up and flee, he would be leaving the cops and your date amiss for answers. He thought about how he was stealing every inch of you away, to never be seen by anyone or anything again. Nate could think about every way he’s massively impacting just one guy by digesting you until you were nothing like how you went in, but at the end of the day, he was robbing you of everything you aspired to be. All the potential people you could help with your wealth meant nothing. Money couldn’t save you. You’re date naively searching the floor below couldn’t save you with a kitchen knife. This was the kind of force and movement that signaled Nate needed to get a job done, not sit around and think about sparing your life.
The last bit—your legs, narrowing towards your feet—slid in suddenly. Nate was too heavy as is, and with your weight piling inside him, he practically fell down the rest of his way. He fell on his ass, sending a wave of pain through him as his cheeks clapped against the stone-cold tile.
“Pain in the ass,” Nate said a little disappointed that eating a great meal like you ended on a bad note. He stood up, taking a moment to balance himself along your big bed. His swelling gut sent him forward against it, squishing the portions of you that had made it to his stomach already.
Nate lifted his head, the light in the center of the room creating a glare on the goods he was so desperate to leave your house with. He quickly realized that he would have a hell of a lot harder of a time getting down from a second-story with a belly full of life, squirming prey that wouldn’t rest a moment for him to scale down efficiently, and a handful of priceless, probably breakable, goods. He would need both hands to make it down without drawing attention to himself, or falling down and breaking an arm or a leg. He needed something with lots and lots of padding.
If he already committed to eating the man of the house he was robbing, then he could eat his valuables too. A way to reunite you with your possessions one last time before it all became meaningless. He hoped that his hole wouldn’t squeeze too tight on some of the more delicate objects.
Nate slapped his gut, “Make some—oaurrppp—room in there. And don’t break anything, or I’ll gut-crush you. Hard.”
He couldn’t afford you moving or getting revenge on him by crushing your old possessions with half-digested hands. He reached forward, finding it hard to stretch himself across your Californian King to draw the various objects towards him with sweeping arms.
The first object was an ornate, tree-shaped object made of what he guessed to be ruthenium. Just a chip off this thing was worth a couple thousand, so he had to be careful when inserting it.
Nate moved to the floor, placing himself on one hand and two knees, already feeling the weight of his stomach become nonexistent as you were enough to fill the gap between him and the floor. His other hand was reserved for teasing his hole with the tip of the priceless collectible. He tried to arch his back, but you were still in his end trails, moving closer to his stomach but at a slower speed than when he swallowed you. Enough of your body was filling his gut, and both made it just a bit too difficult to really make his hole stretch enough. Yeah, doing doggy-style by yourself with something that isn’t meant to go in your ass is never fun.
Reluctantly, Nate tried a different approach. He set the tree upright on the floor and squatted down until he felt the tip of it tease his hole. He used both of his hands to peel apart his cheeks and try and get himself to open up and take it. A second later, he was sliding it in just as he had forced you in twenty-or-so minutes ago. The notably smaller size didn’t do much to Nate’s arousal, so he felt it slide in without much pleasure subsiding from it.
Once it was nearly in, he stood up, taking it with him and feeling the last bit of the metal sink beyond his hole. He grabbed the next object, hurriedly sending it around back and stuffing it in with some force. The last object left on the bed was almost a buttplug of sorts—gold and shaped like an oval with some kind of base attached to the bottom to help it stand. He repeated the motion, wrapping his arm around and positioning the rounded-off tip right to his pink hole. It was loose enough to open right back up for the next thing it thought was a meal. He sent the last one up his ass but stopped just short of its base. The gold trinket stretched him out nicely and blocked you from even thinking about getting out. It ensured that you couldn’t plot your own escape from within him. No, he was going to make sure that you were inside. He planned to keep you until you turn to shit.
Then, he heard the steps finally start to creak. The weight of someone traveling between small inclines and up to the second floor resounded through the hall. Your date must have checked every inch of the first floor, and he would go on to check every inch of the second and never find you. Nate had pulled up his dark-colored pants and dashed to the window that seemed fruitless earlier. With a bit of finesse, he jiggled the window back and forth and shot it up as high as it could go. He had to stuff himself and his ball-shaped gut through a rectangular window that didn’t want him to fit through. He made himself fit and scaled his way down the side of your house, disappearing into the tree line. The only thing that remained of you after that was a few branch-shaking belches against the trees and a clogged toilet at a hotel the next day.
Hey all, I wrote some AV for the first time! Let me know if I should change or add anything! Thanks:)
^^^this story is based on the cosplayer in the photo.
and, this story contains vore, so if that’s not for you, keep scrolling!
Check under the cut for the story!
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A light whir of fabric running over skin came with a slow zip to the colored metal meticulously shaded to match the fabric's own. The following sound of a soft rasp accompanied each step the predator took to reach the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his bedroom.
Jordan, a five-foot-seven, fairly well-built male with coffee-colored curls, checked himself with the help of his reflection, attempting to ensure that the suit didn't sag at any area of his body. He wanted it to fit perfectly; he desired to deliver the best cosplay possible for the more engrossed fans of his, the ones who yearned to see more than just the family-friendly posts on social media.
And since they were the ones to pay top dollar for the extremities that he was willing to post for their enjoyment, Jordan at least tried to deliver the best quality for those viewers. He checked what most were excited to see from each cosplay, his round, muscly mounds of ass, only to see that the suit he had ordered sug just enough to make it look flat and bland.
If his ass was just a bit wider and plumper, he could fill out the suit perfectly.
"Guess it's another return..." He murmured to himself, stripping off the suit before tossing it into the boxed packaging it had arrived in. Next to the packaging sat Jordan's phone, idly waiting for any interaction.
Reluctantly, the predator took ahold of his phone, unlocking it and landing himself straight on the same site that bogarted his perfectionistic judgment towards each spandex-styled suit he donned for his viewers.
He scrolled through the timeline of posts, eventually reaching his latest post. A few comments unified his viewer's complaints in the fact that he hadn't posted a single piece of content in weeks, and it was true, as the date at the corner of his most recent post read of a day that had long passed. Man, his OnlyPreds subscribers weren't taking kindly to his latest hiatus.
Placing down his phone, Jordan started to pace around his bedroom, trying to conjure up an idea that would solve both of his problems. If he were to use exercise as a solution, it could range anywhere from days to weeks before he might see an improvement on the lacking areas of his cosplay. Meaning that there was bound to be another period of time that would go by with virtually no posts that his viewers actually wanted to see.
It was called OnlyPreds for a reason—because what would prey do? Upload only one video before digesting from the face of the Earth? That's what YouTube is for!
After running through a few ideas in his head, he settled on one that could effortlessly solve both of his hardships; he could consume someone using the voracious hunger of his ass. It was an easy fix, his ass would enjoy the added fat and muscle, and he'd get a video for his fans out of it!
The real question was, who would be falling victim to it tonight?
Jordan retrieved his phone and flopped back onto his bed, navigating to the contacts app with his thumb. While he would usually head straight to Grindr for a meek meal, that took time and planning—something he didn't feel like doing. After a few flicks with the tip of his thumb, your name came up in the seemingly never-ending list of names in his phone.
You had never gotten to learn about the predatory secret that Jordan had, partly because anyone who was let in on the fact was usually headed straight through his human processor of a stomach and partly because he didn't want to scare you away. After all, you were a casual hookup—simply someone Jordan invited over for sexual relief and not much else.
Well, that would change tonight. And with one quick phone call, you were standing on the predator's doorstep, having come fresh out of the shower as you got the invite to come over.
Immediately, hands went flying. Jordan brought his hands around your shoulders while yours snaked down to his ass, to which he surprisingly didn’t push away this time. A combination of groping and heated kisses showed the ravenous desire coming from both you and Jordan, but they came from different motivations—yours spurred from lust and his born out of hunger.
Regardless of the different motivations of the both of you, the reasons for your and Jordan's behaviors led you to his bedroom, where the motivations of the both of you came to a head.
“Do you think you could top this time?” Jordan asked, laying back so that his head rested on the pillows at the head of his bed.
You climbed onto his bed, resting towards the foot of it as you took in his question, “Holy shit, dude. I’ve been asking for months!”
Jordan played off your excitement, lifting either of his legs with his hands to have his ass on full display, "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. Just give it some love first."
You lowered your face to his ass, taking in the sight as you took either mound in your hands. Jordan's ass managed to make your hands look small. He wasn't incredibly hairy, but a light smattering of hair trailed the inner side of his cheeks as it circled his hole.
And there it was—his hole, the one that has been a restricted area of his body to you since you first hooked up with the predator. Now, it was out in the open in all of its pink and tempting glory, and your first move was to pierce the tight ring with your tongue.
Weirdly, you felt the insides of his ass flexed around your tongue, and it felt as if it had sunk deeper into it. He must have really wanted this.
You tongued Jordan's pucker as best as you could given that it only wanted to go in, not come out. You noticed something in the reflection of the mirror that caught your attention from the corner of your eye. There was a small, blinking red light that was usually seen on a...camera. Was Jordan recording this?
You were going to pull away and ask, but you couldn’t move your head. His hand rested on the back of it, and with a wet pop, your head was trapped in something slimy and dark. A muffled moan came from Jordan as a wet squelch came alongside whatever had wrapped around your head to reach your neck.
A daunting wave of actuality came over you as you tried to move your head in the tight end of what you came to know as the ass that was always off-limits to you. And yet, Jordan let you play with his ass, and now it's full-on embracing you, literally. You could only hope that wherever these contracting muscles of his ass were taking you would lead to somewhere safe.
On the other end, Jordan's face contorted with each inch of you that slid in. He lifted his head to marvel at the sight, his gut quickly obstructing his view once it had bloated with enough of your body.
Further below, his hole had already stretched wide enough to take the entirety of your shoulders, limiting any movement you would have done with your arms to fight against this. The walls of his ass continued to drag you in deeper, the predatorial hole reaching up to your lower back with just a few instinctual movements of his muscles.
Your entire upper half felt warm as the ring of his anus enveloped your hips, and soon his lower half started consuming yours. The second half of his voracious venture went down smoothly, partly because your legs were far slimmer than your shoulders and chest and partly because you were already on the fast track to his gut.
By the time your feet were the only thing left untouched by him, you were already passing through the tight sphincter at the lower entrance of his stomach. But that didn't last long, as your feet were pulled in. His hole responded by shrinking back to a small, pink ring to be stretched out again by his next meal. It only took a few moments for his innards to bring your lower half into the same cramped and acidic chamber as the rest of your body.
On the outside, Jordan felt your weight pool in his midsection. His stomach was stretched painfully wide, and your oncoming struggling didn't do much to help.
Once his gut had stilled, Jordan heaved himself—and the remains of you—to his feet. The predator paced around his room, setting up his phone on a stand with an electronic ring light accented his beach-ball belly with the shadows it cast. It swayed with each turn he took, posing with his engorged belly as he relished in the idea of the numbers this would bring to his account.
Then, he pulled out his cosplay, and what once had slipped over him easily now struggled to wrap around his new form. And as the night went on, each picture he took showed the slow process of his stomach flattening, and he found the urge to dispose of his hookup-turned-meal, prompting him to stop taking pictures for his account.
Exhausted from the long night, he staggered to the bathroom with his phone in one hand and planted himself on his toilet, the cosplay that started this heavenly night sitting folded over itself in some corner of his room.
Jordan opened the app and immediately started plastering the best photos all over his account; one became his new profile picture, and the others were sent through the private messaging section of his account to his subscribers, teasing them with the caption that they could be next.
