Not bad. Afraid you'd be nothing but fat, but your mass incorporated quite nicely into muscle. *grumble* ... oy, no use getting defensive now, chub. Only a bit more of you to cut and I'll be ready for the season, heh.
You fags are so quick to jump on a daddy it's pathetic. All I have to do is take of my shirt to show my hairy gut and let you sniff my pits and you're putty in my hands. Or rather in my gut, haha! Sad, you're so desperate to feel the embrace of a real man, you'd feed yourself to one. Not that I'm complaining. I get a meal out of it and extra mass to trap in more fags like you.
I was honored to take this picture of my buddy Trent happily tucked away inside Pete’s belly. All Trent wanted was to end up on the wall of Champions, reserved for those who offer themselves to their pred brothers in the frat (sometimes including other preds themselves). I pinned this pic up between Trent’s little brother, who was also eaten by Pete, and his first boyfriend, who was lovingly devoured by yours truly..
Do you like what you see? If you accept you can enter here. It will become for you the chamber of pleasure, or the chamber of death, as you prefer to call it. It will be great to be my food. I will feel and hear everything you do, your movements, your moans of pleasure and pain, the noises your body will make as it lost its solid consistency to become a pulp to absorb. So, have you decided? Come here I'll treat you as you deserve
As you can imagine I will not be able to talk to you because my mouth will be busy so I would like us to discuss how you want to end up inside me. So where do you want to be when I swallow you. Where shalI start and how do you want me to take care of you, I mean, do you want me to take off the air or do you want to enjoy the whole digestion? You have chosen your predator well and you are a nice tidbit. Now lie down here and start worshiping my abs that will soon squeeze you inside. Thanks, I will have much fun with you inside me, I hope you will do the same. Come on, good boy
I had never been able to find the right predator to feed me. But my friend Roger said he knew a guy who suited me for whom he got guys to swallow. We went to his house to introduce him to me. I was a little hesitant. What could I have pulled back if I didn't like it? But as soon as he opened the door undressed my doubts disappeared. He was a huge, stout, hairy and masculine man. As soon as I saw him, I was fascinated by the thought of slipping into his stomach and being melted to mush inside him. "And so you like to have a gurgling end tonight," he said in his deep voice. I blushed and looked down. "Let's lie on the sofa and fulfill your destiny, you'll enjoy" the pred said. "You'll love to slip in like a noodle" . Roger sat aside, he wanted to see that everything went to completion. The pred lay down and I sat on him to suck his member. "Are you ready?" he asked me. "whenever you want. I'm already yours, "I said. At that point I felt my feet slide past his warm lips as his tongue massaged and lubricated me. I continued sucking until my body was pulled in. The feeling of heat gradually progressed as I was he swallowed, from the legs to the pelvis, to the chest. Having entered almost entirely, I looked forward to his cock. I told him that I wanted to suck him a little longer, but it was now impossible. In order not to leave me unsatisfied, he pointed his cock towards my face, the only one part of me still outside, and he shoot a load that hit my eyes and dripped into my mouth. The taste of that cream made me ecstatic. Roger kept masturbating himself watching me going away. I slipped inside completing my journey. Roger at that point walked to the pred to hear my wiggle which soon ceased and turned into gurgles. Roger took his cash reward for providing the pred his food and left. "Call me when you need more, I have other friends to offer you ". Well, said the pred, as you can see this one is already gone.
Heyyy welcome to the party. It’s an eat or be eaten party we have a bunch of willing snacks laying around so help yourself. And well if you’re on the prey side come hang with me I’m feeling hungry.
“You want daddy’s musk filling your lungs, don’t you lad?”
I’d been brought home by this rugged, muscular stud from the bar, who stood at just the right height to have my face naturally rest underneath his arms as he held me close. He was really leaning into the whole ‘daddy’ thing, feeling both drunk on alcohol and his powerful scent, I didn’t mind. It just reinforces how much of a bigger, better man he was compared to me.
I inhaled his musk while slipping one of my hands into his waistband, reaching down to massage his hairy sack before working on his growing shaft. With his closest hand occupied behind his head to give me full access to his sweaty armpit, he used the other to explore as much of my body as he could, squeezing hard while he stared at me with desire. “Good boy, you’d do anything to make daddy happy, huh? Even feed yourself to him?”
At this point, I was so obsessed with him that I was completely up for becoming his next meal, continuing to serve him by teasing his pits with my tongue and slowly edging him. Once he was close, he made me lie down while he stood at the end of the bed, finishing himself off and shooting ropes of warm cum along the full length of my body. “Time for daddy to have his dinner. Offer yourself to me.”
Submitting to his demand, I raised my feet into the air for him, which he grabbed and shoved into his hungry mouth without hesitation. He lapped up the salty flavour he’d sprayed across my skin, his throat muscles firmly kneading at my soft flesh and dragging me deeper inside of him. I tried to thank him with my final words, but they were cut short as he pushed my head down and gagged me with his thick, wet tongue as it searched for any remaining flavour. He didn’t care what I had to say: I was just his food now.
The man let out a boozy belch after swallowing my head, quickly making me pass out before I began to be churned up by his stomach.
"So, as many of you know, my buddy Tim decided to become a part of something bigger..." Ken paused. "I'm talking about myself, of course."
"After I posted the clip of me gulping him down on Twitter last week, a lot of you were asking for an update. So..." Ken leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Here he is."
He hooked a finger on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to expose his hairy belly. He rested a hand on top of the bulge, which jiggled in response.
"He was a good meal," he gave the gut a pat, "And he's all settled into his new home, now." He rubbed the belly affectionately.
"After I ate him on the stream last week, he settled in and accepted his fate pretty quickly. I think he stopped moving about an hour after I ended it. A couple days of working on him, and..."
Ken leaned closer to the camera, shaking his belly. "This is what's left of him."
A superchat popped up on Ken's screen, reading itself aloud.
$5.00 belliluvr: u look good lol! any leftovers from him?
Ken pulled a polite smile. "Thank you. And yea, actually. Did anyone notice what he was wearing when I ate him? Check this out..."
He groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His belly bounced as he disappeared from the frame for a couple seconds. Before too long, he was back, easing himself back into his chair with one hand balled into a fist.
He held something up to the camera -- a silver ring. He spun it, and the camera captured small engravings of waves and flowers. There were also some irregularities in the design, blemishes and grooves marking up the otherwise shiny ring.
"I coughed it up the morning after. It's still pretty nice-looking, but you can see some marks..." He pointed to a larger pit. "From my stomach acids. The human body is a wonder, right?"
He set the ring on the desk next to him. "It's gonna go right in my collection. You guys know about my box." He grinned and leaned back in his chair.
"Anyway...urp" He was interrupted as a little belch surprised him. He shook his belly. "Heh, got somethin' to say, Timmy?" He looked to the camera. "Guess that's his last words to the stream."
Another superchat covered the screen, calling Ken's attention
$30.00 MenDoItRight: Super hot to hear you talk digestion. Any favorite moments from melting this guy down?
Ken chuckled. "Thanks for the donation, and glad to hear you like it."
"I think my favorite part of digesting him was the afternoon of the second day. He was still solid, sort of, so my gut was still huge." He held his hands up, hovering a couple inches from his skin. "I knew he was gone, so I decided to break him down into something a little more manageable."
Ken sat up in his chair. "I just wrapped my arms around my gut, and hugged myself while flexing my abs. Like this." He demonstrated the stance for the audience.
"I pushed, and there was this big crack," He popped his lips, "A bunch of him broke apart. I just had to do a little massaging, and I had a gut I could actually fit under a hoodie.” He chuckled. “From then on, it was just smooth digestion." He sat back again, satisfied with himself.
"I'll miss the guy, and I know you guys will miss his guest appearances on stream. But, hey, he'll stay with us for a while longer right here." He pointed to his belly. "The seat of honor."
Ken pulled down his shirt. "Alright, let's play some games."
pred who eats only willing prey but banks on them having that Realisation inside of them like hey . i dont actually want to be in here anymore this is a lot scarier than i thought. and then enjoys the ensuing squirms and struggles
A short vore story about the relatable task of trying to figure out what to have for dinner. I wrote it to pair with this drawing I made of @collinbulker!
“What do you want to eat for dinner?”
“I don’t know, what do you want?”
“I want a decision.”
“I don’t care, let’s just make whatever you want.”
“Okay, pasta?”
“We had pasta yesterday.”
“Yeah, let’s eat the leftovers.”
“I don’t feel like pasta.”
“What do you feel like, then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, do you want take out then?”
“We need to save money.”
“Okay, let’s just make some salad.”
“Salad’s so light though.”
“Not if we add to it.”
“I don’t know what we could add.”
“I don’t care what you add, I’m just hungry.”
“I don’t want salad.”
“Okay, then let’s make quesadillas.”
“The cheese is old.”
“Cheese is always old.”
“We don’t have sour cream.”
“You don’t like sour cream.”
“Yeah, but you do.”
“I don’t care if we have sour cream, I just want to eat something.
“I don’t know what to eat.”
“If you don’t make a decision, I am literally going to eat you.”
“Maybe we should get takeout.”
“You said you didn’t want to get take out.”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s it, I’m eating the pasta.”
“I don’t want pasta.”
“Then don’t eat pasta.”
“But we should make food together.”
“Okay, then what do you want to eat?”
“I don’t know.”
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“Get up and take off your clothes.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“I thought you were hungry. You want to do stuff now?”
“Just get up.”
“Okay, fine.”
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“Hey, where did you get that sour cream? Hey! That’s so cold. Why are you putting sour cream all over me?”
“I told you, if you didn’t make a decision I would just eat you for dinner.”
“Haha, very funny. But we could make quesadillas now, you found some sour cream.”
“The cheese is old though.”
“But I thought you were hungry.”
“I am. Now, shut up and get in my stomach.”
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“Urrrrrrp.”
“How did you do that? Wow, it’s so cramped in here.”
“You tasted better than I expected.”
“I thought you said you were starving. There’s not much room in here for food to fit.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re the food and you're filling the space.”
“Oh.”
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“Wait, does this mean you’re going to digest me.”
“You are dinner, so I would assume so.”
“We still need to decide what I’m gonna have for dinner.”
“You don’t get dinner, you are dinner.”
“You got dinner; me. But I didn’t eat anything. So you have to make a decision and swallow it so I can eat it.”
“I thought you said there wasn’t much more room in my gut.”
“I don’t care, I’m hungry.”
“I’m already gonna have to burn off the love handles you’re gonna pack onto me, I don’t think I should eat for the rest of the night.”
“That’s true, you’ll probably get your heartburn. Don’t forget your heartburn medication.”
“I won’t.”
“Go make me a cheese and onion omelet.”
“What?”
“C’mon, I’m hungry.”
“No, you’re weighing me down, my feet will get tired standing over the stove.”
“Okay, then swallow down some toast for me.”
“It’ll be all scratchy.”
“Then what can you swallow for me to eat?”
“I don’t know. I just ate the biggest meal of my life, give me a break.”
“If you don’t make a decision on what to eat for me, I will kick you in the diaphragm.”
“You wouldn’t - “
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“Okay fine, I’ll make you an omelet.”
“Hurry, the stomach acid is already tingling my skin.”
“Yeah, no dip. I told you I was hungry.”
“You should have made a decision on what to eat earlier.”
“Don’t you start with me, man. You’re the one getting digested for his indecision.”
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“It’s pretty hot in here.”
“It’s a human stomach, what do you expect?”
“Nothing really, I never thought about it.”
“That seems to be a pattern with you.”
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“Hey, I think about things.”
“Well, all you gotta think about now is omelet and then fade away into my belly.”
“Sounds good. I like that I won’t have to make decisions after getting digested.”
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I was so glad to know that my uncle wanted to eat me. I had always been giving him looks ever since he moved in with me last week.
I think he knew something was up when I started feeding him more often and even had the audacity to rub his gut after he had a big meal one night.
After that, he himself started to be more bold as he started walking around my place shirtless. He would always eat big and yet complain how he was ‘never full’.
Finally on one night, I heard my uncle rummaging throughout my kitchen.
I rolled out of bed to see what he was up to when I saw him swallowing up what was left out of my fridge. I knew he wasn’t even chewing as I watched his food slide down his throat and into his large belly.
My uncle must of noticed me peeking on him as he finished off a large tub of ice cream as it dropped to the floor.
“Like what you see? I’m still hungry…” I heard him say. As he rubbed his belly in deep circles.
I stepped out from the hallway and stood across from him, acting like I was surprised.
“Uncle Matt, I’ve watched you eat so much food since you’ve been here, but you’re never really full. I have no idea what I can feed you.”
The air was as thick as my uncle. I knew what he was going to say as he walked over to me and smudged his gut against me as my hands instinctively ran across it.
“I knew you’d like that, but I think I see someone who will fill me up. Please my nephew, will you let me eat you? I have plenty room for you and we’ll be closer together than ever before.”
Who could deny such a request as I looked deep into his eyes. I knew he could do as he said as he opened his mouth far and wide for emphasis.
“Uncle, I have been waiting for this moment, eat me. I can’t wait to see how much bigger you get when you’re done with me.”
He closed his mouth and grinned as he suddenly grabbed me from both sides and opened wide as he pushed me into his mouth.
I felt the warm waves and thick tongue slide over me as I did nothing to struggle as my body. I was so happy to be eaten by him.
As I traveled further down his throat, I could only hope I was as delicious as he implied during the time he stayed here.
I watched him plenty of times as he walked around my place. He’d play with his gut in front of me. I’d always overhear how hungry he was.
This was it though, this was for real. My uncle was swallowing me whole.
All that thinking and I had blissfully become unaware of my surroundings as he finished stuffing my feet into his mouth.
I was soon pushed all the way into his gut, completely sealed inside his tank. At first, I tried to push around, not to escape, but to tease him for not struggling during my descent.
He responded by rubbing his large hands over me and I moaned in bliss as we both knew my role in the food chain.
As the air grew thin, I thanked my uncle as I soon gave into his powerful stomach and slowly became part of the man who ate me.
I’d always been enamoured by my friend’s massive belly, amazed by the amount of food he could stuff inside him before finally being satisfied. Which is why it should have been less of a surprise when he admitted to being a predator, capable of swallowing men whole and having done just that on many occasions when he got too hungry. He promised he’d never do that to one of his close friends, but I was already fantasising about what it must feel like to slowly sink into his stomach, getting immensely turned on every time I watched him eat after that confession.
A few weeks later, he crashed at my place after a night out, passing out on my sofa as soon as he walked through the door. Watching him lie there with his gorgeously smooth belly on show and his snoring mouth wide open, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. I desperately had to know what it was like to be consumed by him, and with him being asleep I figured I could easily pull myself out once I’d gotten enough enjoyment out of it.
I ran my fingers over his moist, squishy tongue and pushed my hands into his throat, feeling it wrap tightly around my wrists as I went deeper. His body reacted instinctively to something entering his mouth, making him drool all over my arms as I slid them inside him. Even without him being awake and purposely swallowing me, the way my arms were being clamped together by the natural resistance of his throat muscles made me feel restrained. Like I was his unwilling prey, unable to escape his hunger.
I could have stopped there, but the feeling of his hot breath against my face as it reached the entrance to his gaping cavern of a mouth lured me further in. I readjusted my position to straddle his giant gut, pushing my feet against the sofa to force my head down his gullet. Now in addition to the feeling of his insides slowly engulfing my body, I could hear the low-pitched rumbling of his stomach beckoning me to go deeper.
“Just a little further,” I thought to myself, carefully wriggling around gently enough not to wake my friend as my torso was encased in his warm, slimy throat. The sensation against my skin felt incredible, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of my rock hard member sliding past his lips. The pleasure brought by grinding against his tongue distracted me from the stench of the bubbling liquid that half my body had sank into, leaving me blissfully unaware of the danger I had gotten myself into by taking this so far.
After finally having an orgasm from the thought of being half devoured by my fat friend, I tried to shuffle around and find something to hook my feet onto to start pulling out. But given how wet all the drool had made my hips, my movements caused them to slip further down his throat until my legs were left dangling helplessly in the air. I had no choice but to allow gravity to do its work in bringing my legs and feet to join the rest of me.
Fully curled up within his tank, I started to panic and struggle with much more energy, trying my best to wake him up. No amount of squirming and pounding against the thick walls of his stomach seemed to work, his continued snoring rumbling through his entire body. I could feel myself growing weaker, the hot stomach acid causing my skin to tingle more and more intensely as I gradually drifted off.
I was stupid to think I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy without his knowledge. He woke up the next day feeling strangely full, unaware that it was my melted down remains sloshing around inside his bloated belly.
Shit, not again. Hey you in there, can you hear me? Yeah that was an accident, my bad. I thought I could control myself but then you told me to lick the whipped cream off your fingers and, well, here we are. You should’ve known there’s a thin line between feeder and food, and you crossed it buddy.
Let you out? Yeah, I could. But why would I turn down a free meal? Feeders are a dime a dozen I’ll have a new one by next week. Shhh, shhh, calm down bud. It’ll be over soon.
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