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Eric, your college photography professor, invites you to his place after class for a photoshoot. Of course you oblige, extra credit, right?
You walk into his house, and are confronted with a slight smell of... body odor...? No- musk. For some reason he's taking off his shirt...
"Alright! Ready for our photos?"
Before you can agree or disagree, stunned by the sudden overwhelming scent and sight- you're going headfirst into his gullet! Suddenly you're between the fleshy walls of his now massive stomach, being worked away at by the surprisingly strong muscles within...
"Ahh, you really hit the spot bud- now lets get this new profile picture up on Gurglr..."
Nothing makes my uncle so happy as feeling me cover his body in little kisses
Except maybe when his stomach growls and we talk about how one day I'll be satisfying his hunger and adding to that body I love so much
We both know it'll happen one day. He'll be hungry and instead of us grabbing something to eat, he'll pull me in for a kiss that'll lead to his lips spreading over my face and my legs flailing as he slurps me down like a noodle. We both know that one day I'll be melting into a goopy mess in his gut. We both know it's only a matter of time until I'm a few more pounds on his waist.
What we don't know if when we'll choose that life
But it'll happen one of these days
It will
An Orphan's Family Meal Plan
I’ve always been too nervous to admit my vore kink to any of the guys I’ve hooked up with. I just assumed that they would find it weird, so I try to get them to cater to my fantasies without realising it. Stuff like getting them to use their tongue around my body as much as they wanted, or say I looked delicious. Most of the time they didn’t give it a second thought, but the last guy I met was different.
Perhaps I hadn’t made it as subtle by asking him to lick my face, but without any more guidance he managed to give me exactly what I wanted. He moaned along with me as he slobbered all over my face, acting as though he was desperate to taste every bit of flavour I had to offer. After a passionate kiss to finish, I gasped for air when he pulled away, smiling and panting as he stared into my eyes with an intense desire for more.
“I bet the rest of you tastes just as good too, plus you’d be nice and filling!” As if hearing him say that wasn’t surprising enough, I was overwhelmed with excitement as his maw descended over my face, a hand sneaking around the back of my head so he could push it past his lips and into the dark, dripping cavern. With a powerful gulp, my head was squeezed into the grip of his throat, slowly massaging me down towards his stomach as he kept swallowing.
Just being eaten was already pleasurable for me, yet things kept getting better when he went out of his way to jerk me off as I made my way deeper inside him, stroking slowly so he could keep me on the edge for as long as possible. Once he felt me tense up as I reached my limit, he quickly slipped my cock past his lips and began swallowing quickly, letting me cum to the feeling of my legs sliding down his gullet before they were fully sealed away with the rest of me.
The walls of his stomach throbbed as they cradled me in my post-orgasm bliss, squelching gently as a mixture of sweat, cum and saliva was rubbed all over my skin. I was properly mixed up with the liquid as he played around with his full belly, clearly having enjoyed the process just as much as I did. “You enjoy your night in there, tasty. In the morning you can decide if you’d rather make me breakfast or BE it…”
Another weekend of eating well.
I am getting bigger.
This is absolutely breathtaking. Such pride and passion and enjoyment. A beautiful testament to living and loving in the body you are in.
"That's... me?" I asked my dad. We were hanging out the day after my sister's wedding, and he wanted to reminisce. We looked their childhood photo albums for her and me. But then he started showing me pictures I didn't remember. They were obviously of me. My face, my body, my birthmark. And I've seen dad try to use photoshop. He has to watch a youtube tutorial just to add a new layer.
"Those are from 25 years ago," he said. But that didn't make sense because he looked the same age and I was only 24.
"The great jokester," I said. "You got me."
"I did, yeah." He flipped the page, and there was a series of photos of him unhinging his jaw and shoveling me into his throat. "This is me getting you." After a few minutes of silence, he flipped the page again, and there was a massive photo of his massive gut resting on the sink. "And this is when I had you." He whispered that directly into my ear.
A shiver ran up my spine. I wasn't afraid. I should have been, but I wasn't. I couldn't tell what the shiver was from. "That's... me?"
"Want to see what happens when meat gets caught by the big bad dad?" Without waiting, he turned the page in the photo album again, and there was the toilet, filled to the brim. A pair of glasses stuck out a pile, the same type I'd worn all my life.
"Gross," I said. "Very funny."
But Dad grabbed me by the jaw. "I don't joke about food," he said. "That's your future. And your past. Sometimes I send you to the sewer. Sometimes I piss you out in the yard. Sometimes I nut you over a twink's face. Then it's time to start all over again. But it's always you. You're the only family I eat."
"Always?" I ask. Despite myself, the weirdness, the depravity, I'm hard. Leaking. Needy.
"302 years and counting," Dad said. "Figure your sister getting married is a good a time as any to eat my favorite meal."
He wasn't lying, I would find out, as over the course of the next eight hours, I went from his son to getting flushed away...
