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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.
When Sir sent the pups outside to find something to do, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. ;-)
Im seeing more and more "red pilled" tf blogs popping up or "red pilled" muscle worship blogs popping up.
Ive reported and blocked 3 today, I want to make something some clear here, maga / right wingers fuck off. Do not follow me do not engage with me or dm me.
Sexualising masculinity is one thing, its fine, its healthy, sexualising actual nazis and nazi linked behaviour is another,
> oh but its just a fetish
> oh but its just role play
> i just think the aesthetics are hot
> i just have a slave / humiliation kink
> Im gay but im not part of the lgbt community
Let me be clear, these are people who actively want queer people DEAD, this includes you maga dick chasing fags. These men that you idealise literally joke about torturing people like you behind closed doors, fuck not even behind closed doors. If you think that being masc, a gym bro and a more traditional man is gonna shield you from their judgement it wont, if they gained power tomorrow theyd bring back the gay panic law and would shoot you dead without a thought.
Queer people (not just gay men ALL QUEER PEOPLE) have had to fight for their rights, they have literally died at the hands of men like theses so you can be open about who you are. I dont know if its that a lot of younger gay men in america have gotten the luxary of the world set up for them by queer elders that makes them act like this, but as a guy who comes from a country where gay marriage wasnt legal when i was a teenager and queer people had a lot of issues when living together and I marched for my rights, I was part of the campaigns...
YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING EMBARRASSED TO SAY YOU FIND ANYTHING MAGA IS HOT.
Maga gays think only white men should have rights (<- actual words of a reported post)
Well ill one up em and say I think nazi cunts should be fucking scared to go outside!!
NAZI / MAGA CUNTS FUCK OFF
Josh behaves exactly how a man snack should.
See how he’s taking his pred’s cock deep into his throat? And how his eyes are so fixed on his pred’s abs? He knows that in a matter of minutes, he’ll be curled up in that stomach, soaking wet, shooting out his third load of thick cum. He’s accepted that this is his last moment outside that gut, and he’s figured out that the best thing he can do now is to make sure he’ll be the best thing to ever get fucked and swallowed alive by that man.
Josh’s behavior alone is so fucking hot, but he’s also got the kind of fit body that any pred would kill to feel on their tongue as they gulp.
Shit, that’s one lucky fucking pred.
POV you got ate
I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.
I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.
The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.
The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.
While the thinning air inside his stomach caused me to slowly drift off, I felt a strange sense of achievement from successfully feeding myself to him, almost entirely by my own effort. It’s a good thing he was lazy, as the weight of his stuffed belly had him pinned down until it could melt me down.
🥵🤤 Jeeeezzzzz, I need a man in a mask 🎭
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Sweaty, nasty, guttural fucking. Just as men should do it.
That cum is getting pumped deep inside him. But by the time the sun rises, there'll be no sign of him except for the dirty bed sheets and the bulge on the other guy's abs
That time I lost a bet and had to be my bud’s bitch for the night. He had me on a leash with a dildo tail up my ass. He had me on all fours pretending to be a dog, while I sucked his dick. After my hole was loosened up a bit, he fucked me with his fat cock. “Take it, bitch”, he whispered in my ear as he plowed and slapped my ass. All I could do was moan in pain and pleasure while cum shoots deep inside my ass. After he pulled out, he stuck the dildo tail back in my ass and made me stay there like a good bitch for the rest of the night. Holy fuck that was a good night.
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The pool party was a hit-- the backyard was packed with men of various ages and sizes, loud conversations, and good music. Everyone was having a good time.
A younger man, Matt, walked over to the drink table to help himself to another beer. He had to wait, though, since another man clearly had the same idea.
"Oh, hey, Ian!"
Ian turned to face Matt, and the two exchanged greetings.
Matt leaned against the table. "How long have you been here, man? I didn't know you went to these things."
Ian sighed, taking his place next to Matt. "I don't, usually. Just wanted to get out and do something different." He cracked open his beer and took a sip.
A long stretch of silence passed. The two weren't very close friends, and neither was a gifted conversationalist. They sat in the awkwardness, watching the party go on around them as they sipped their drinks.
The first one to break the silence was Ian. "Hey, you might wanna watch out for that guy. Looks like he's on the prowl."
Matt looked around. "Huh? Who?"
"Big guy in the red. He's lookin' for a meal, for sure." Ian did his best to point without being obvious.
Right at the pool's edge stood a man. Clad in lifeguard-red shorts, the big man looked like he was inspecting the pool, or the people in it. The man seemed pretty ordinary, but one thing did catch Matt's attention--his belly.
The man's gut wasn't huge, but he carried it with a confidence that Matt never really saw in bigger guys. The man almost looked powerful, confident and certain of something Matt couldn't understand.
He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Dude, no way. Doesn't that only happen in movies and weird pornos?"
A serious expression took place on Ian's face, to Matt's surprise. "Nah. It's as real as the sky is blue." He took another sip of his beer, staring ahead.
"Well, I'll believe it when I see it." Matt sighed, picking up his drink. "Hey, I'm gonna go find my friend. Talk to you later." Leaving no time for a response, he exited the conversation.
He did his best to enjoy the party, but just couldn't stop thinking about what Ian said. Vore is real? No, it's just a fucked fetish. Like furries and all that.
He was between conversations when a sudden slap on his shoulder caught his attention.
He turned to face Ian once again, but his friend's serious expression was gone, replaced with a sly smirk.
"Looks like I was right. Check it out." He hooked a thumb behind him, toward the pool.
The man from before was submerged in the water up to his belly button. His head was pointed straight up, and Matt was shocked to see a pair of feet poking out of the man's mouth. His neck was bulged out hugely, as well, like nothing Matt had ever seen.
He was frozen, entranced. All the guy could do was mumble a quiet, "What the fuck?" and continue to watch.
Slowly, the man pushed the feet into his mouth, out of either laziness or savoring his meal. Matt watched, jaw hanging open, as he swallowed, and the bulged-out neck quickly returned to a normal size.
The man's belly looked at least twice as large as it had before, and it had a bulged out shape that was, unquestionably, a person. It even shifted a little bit, as the person inside must have been trying to move around. All Matt could do was blink.
The big man patted his belly and leaned against the ledge of the pool. If Matt couldn't see the huge gut the man had, he'd probably think nothing had happened.
"...What the fuck just happened?"
"You were proven wrong, that's what happened." Ian shrugged. "Hey, maybe we can ask him if he's an actor."
Matt gave Ian a deadpan look. "Funny. But seriously, did that guy really just eat someone? And no one here cares?"
"Dude, vore is much more normal than you think it is. Especially at parties like these."
Matt sighed and looked away. "Shit."
"Yea, it's pretty shocking. That's just how life is, though."
Ian went on, talking about his first time seeing a guy get eaten. Matt was distracted, though, his gaze darting back to the predator lounging in the pool. There was just something about how casual and calm the man was that interested Matt, and he couldn't keep away.
As a lull fell in the pair's conversation, Matt glanced to the stranger in the pool again.
The big man had stepped out of the pool at some point, now using a towel to dry off his 3XL-sized body. He noticed the man giving his belly extra attention with the towel, rubbing it over and over when it was definitely already dry. Then, the man put his towel down and disappeared into the house.
"Hey...I gotta go piss. I'm gonna run inside."
Ian glanced back at the pool, then turned back to Matt. "Really?"
"Dude, stop. It's not like that. I gotta piss."
Ian raised up his hands in defense. "Ok. I didn't say anything, dude. Have fun."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Ok. Talk to you later." And with that, he rushed off, following the same path as the man before to enter into the house.
Ian leaned up against the wall and sighed. He took a sip of his beer and laughed quietly to himself.
"Guess I can say goodbye to that horny motherfucker."
That one bro who massively out-eats the others
Sometimes by literally eating the others. By the end of this vacation, at least one of those dudes will be hanging off his waist.
Okay, they both will. But one’s going to be part of his body, and the other’s just going to be moaning while taking his dick, but still
Backseat Ride
My heart was hammering as I knelt in the back seat of his Jeep, completely naked, staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. He was on all fours in front of me, shirtless, wearing nothing but that backwards NY cap. His broad, muscular back glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and those two massive, round cheeks were spread just enough for me to see his tight pink hole twitching in anticipation.
He glanced back over his shoulder, smirking.
“You still want this?” he asked, voice low and cocky.
I swallowed hard and nodded eagerly. “Yeah… I want it. All of it.”
I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks — about sliding into a hot, hungry stud like him and becoming nothing but ass fat. And now here I was.
He chuckled and pushed his hips back toward me. “Then come and get it, snack.”
I leaned in, pressing my face between those thick, heavy cheeks. The musky, manly scent was overwhelming and addictive. I kissed his hole once, twice, then pushed my tongue against it. He moaned deeply and flexed. That was all the invitation I needed.
His hole suddenly opened wide with a wet, fleshy sound. I barely had time to gasp before my entire head slipped inside the scorching, velvety heat of his ass. The pressure was insane — tight, rippling walls squeezing around my skull as he pushed back harder.
“Mmmph… fuck yes,” I heard him groan from outside.
I was so turned on I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed forward willingly, feeding my shoulders into him. The stretch felt incredible as his powerful ring slid over my upper body. Every time he flexed his glutes, another few inches of me disappeared between those massive cheeks with a wet schlorp. The inside of his ass was slick, boiling hot, and constantly massaging me deeper.
I was rock hard the entire time.
Deeper and deeper I went, willingly feeding myself into this muscular stud. My chest slid in, then my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat thumping all around me as his guts pulled me further inside. When my hips reached his hole, he let out a long, satisfied moan and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder.
“Come on… all the way, dude. I want to feel you curled up in my gut.”
GLRRRP.
My cock and hips popped inside in one slick motion. My legs kicked excitedly outside for a moment as the rest of me was sucked deeper into his colon. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I was so turned on I was leaking the whole time I slid in.
Finally, my feet slipped past his greedy hole with a final, wet shllluuuurp. I was completely inside him now — curled up tight in the sweltering, pulsating tunnel of his guts. His muscular walls squeezed and kneaded me from every direction as I settled deep in his belly.
I could feel him shifting around in the back seat, sitting back with a heavy grunt. His hand rubbed slow circles over the huge, squirming bulge I was making in his stomach.
“God damn… you feel so fucking good in there,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Most guys fight it… but you? You practically begged to be my ass food.”
I smiled inside the darkness and pushed outward gently with my hands, letting him feel me moving. I was exactly where I wanted to be — turning into nothing but nutrients for this hot, muscular stud.
He started the car, the low rumble vibrating through his body and into me. Every bump in the road made his guts squeeze me tighter. I could already feel the thick slime coating my skin as his body began preparing to digest me.
As he drove off, I heard him chuckle and pat his heavy, prey-filled gut.
“Hope you’re comfortable back there… because you’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load in my toilet and some extra padding on my ass.”
I moaned softly, completely willing, completely his.
This was the best decision I’d ever made.
What they don't tell you about your mom remarrying when you're in your 30s is that you might get a step-brother just a couple years younger than you who's the hottest fucking guy you've ever met. And he might be coated in the most perfect hair. And he might realize how attracted you are to him and start ordering you around.
It starts with sniffing his pits. Then his socks. Then he's letting you massage his legs or suck on his nipples. He'll relax in bed while you lick his sack and he jerks off. He gets you to know the pleasures of worshiping his body.
And then your step-bro will start withholding his sexy form from you. "You've got to earn my dick," he'd say.
And so you'd give him permission to eat your boyfriend. It wasn't a great loss. After all, you were cheating on the guy with your own brother. Clearly he wasn't as important to you. And as he digested your ex, he let you suck his dick again. He'll fuck you. He'll belch in your face. He'll hold your head against his gurgling gut and promise if you're an excellent bitch for him, one day he'll stick you in there too. After all, he liked being an only child.
You start hunting for him. You bring him your friends, your co-workers, guys off Grindr. And you watch them all disappear into his body never to return again, desperately hoping that the next person he flushes down his pred toilet is you...
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It was undeniable, my college roommate was one of the most attractive men I’d ever laid my eyes on.
When we were paired at the start of my sophomore year, I was worried. My roommate was a college jock on a full-ride scholarship, and he only went to college because it’s what he was supposed to do if he planned to become a professional player. I only received a little bit of financial assistance, and was trying to work towards becoming an engineer, having grown up in a poor family I was determined to do better for myself.
The first few weeks we roomed together, I’d find myself staring at him, and more specifically at his ass. I guess when your main focus is being the best football player you can be, your body is bound to be in incredible shape. It was odd though, considering I’d never been an “ass man,” and was a total bottom when it came to sex. After the first month passed, he’d started being more comfortable in the dorm and would walk around in only his underwear, either a jockstrap or compression shorts. Both of them accenting his ass and his bulge, some days I swear I was salivating at the sight of him. However, we didn’t really talk to one another much, there was this unspoken agreement that we were nothing more than roommates because of decisions we didn’t get a say in.
Around the time mid-terms started to roll around, I would stay up all hours of the night studying while he’d either be out partying, practicing, or fucking. What I didn’t expect was that we would both be gay, but more than once I’d overhear him on the phone talking about his latest conquest, how the twink or daddy didn’t stand a chance at resisting him and his charm. Not that I was keeping track, but just from what I’d heard or what he’d told me in passing, he was getting laid 3 or 4 times each week, AT LEAST.
One Sunday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk, headphones in my ears drowning out the noises of dorm life while I had my nose buried in a textbook trying to get formulas and theories to stick, yet the more I read the more it felt like they simply leaked from my mind. While I studied, my roommate was laid out on his bed, on his stomach, his ass exposed while he scrolled on his phone.
“Lucky fucking jerk,” I thought to myself, hating that I knew I’d have to study until my mind was numb while he was able to coast by in his classes.
As I kept trying to study, it felt like they air started to change in the dorm. For one, I could suddenly smell my roommate more than I’d smelt him before, even after his longest and sweatiest practices. It’s like he was right next to me, but when I glanced over, he was still there, scrolling, ignoring me. Then the air around me started to feel warmer than it did, but neither of us had changed the thermostat in the dorm room we shared.
Between the scent of his musk in the air and the heat, I couldn’t concentrate. I decided to take my shirt off, hoping maybe I could at least cool down and focus a little bit better on the task at hand. As I stripped off my shirt, I remained just a background object to my roomie, and I stayed just as warm, if not warmer, and it was as if his musk had gotten even more potent. I could feel his musk or something start to wrap itself around my mind, keeping me from focusing on my books.
As I fought the urge to stop studying, I somehow ended up stripped down to nothing but my socks, studying almost completely naked. I’d never been naked in front of my roommate before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Staring at my laptop screen, I found myself mindlessly staring at what might as well have been nothing, my left hand going to my cock and mindlessly playing with myself. Suddenly, the mindless source of pleasure became fueled by thoughts of what my roommates ass must taste like, how it would feel to bury my face between his cheeks and worship him. I glanced over at him, playing with myself, and noticed he’d started sweating and had a sheen of sweat across his body.
I stood from my desk, and felt my feet walking me towards my roommates bed, staring at his ass, mindlessly playing with my hard cock as I kept imagining what it would be like. Just one taste. That’s all. I’d let him report me to the dean, I’d let him beat the shit out of me if he wanted, I just needed one taste of him.
I stood at the edge of his bed, his musk hanging so thick in the air I couldn’t think of anything other than him.
“If you do what you’re thinking, there’s no coming back from it, at least not for you. Make sure it’s exactly what you want.” My roommate broke the silence, keeping his eyes on his phone.
I was caught off guard by his words, by his permission. Of course that’s what I wanted, I wanted one taste, that’s all. Hell, I didn’t even know what he meant by “no coming back from it,” but I hoped it meant that I’d get to make out with his sweaty and musky hole every single day for the rest of the semester, and if I was lucky it’d be the rest of the school year.
I knelt at the foot of his bed, his ass easily reachable, I took one cheek in each of my hands, and slowly parted them. I could feel the muscle beneath the thin layer of fat, and his musk intensified even more as his hole was exposed to the air around us. I felt my skin flush red with anticipation, my cock throbbing and dripping precum as I lowered my face between his cheeks.
My lips kissed the outside of each cheek, working my way closer and closer to his hole. Eventually, my lips brushed against his hole, and I started to kiss it. I didn’t kiss it because I wanted to eat him out, I was doing this because I needed to literally kiss his ass, to lower myself in relation to him, and what better way to do that than to kiss his actual asshole? As I started to make out with his hole, i flicked my tongue against his hole, tasting the sweet and earthy taste of a college jock who hadn’t showered since yesterday. Without thinking, I started to lick and devour his hole, moaning and grinding against his mattress.
After a couple of minutes, I tried to pull myself away to take a full breath of air, but found my lips almost glued to his hole, and they were being pulled towards him. Suddenly, his hole opened, slowly forcing my face into it. As my face entered his hole, it started to swallow my head, pressing me further into his ass and leaving me in a warm, wet, dark space. I was struck with fear, terror at what was happening, but I couldn’t stop being horny either. The more his ass swallowed my body, the hornier I got, slowly drowning out the fear. His hole swallowed my shoulders, then I could feel him working down my torso, and then a sudden wave of pleasure as my erect cock was forced into his hole.
As he swallowed my cock with his ass, the pleasure became unbearable as I shot load after load of cum, coating his insides, causing me to slide further into him with ease.
That’s when it happened, when I stopped being so horny and realized he was somehow eating me with his hole! What the fuck!
I started to try and yell, to scream, to punch my way out but I only found his insides squeezing me tighter and tighter, muffling my words, pulling me further into him. Eventually, I felt his hands on the soles of my feet as he shoved them into his hole.
“Heh, told you that you won’t be able to come back from it if you did it. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent, yet.” I heard my roommate’s words as they reverberated through him. Suddenly, I felt us both rolling over and he laid on his back, and I felt myself getting pulled somewhere.
Without much thinking, I knew exactly what was happening. His prostate was starting to throb and I felt myself being pulled towards his balls, and I got dropped into a pool of white and sticky fluid, his cum. As he started to jerk off, I felt his balls tighten, and the fluid around my sloshing about as his balls bounced.
“Fuck man, you feel so good being in me. Once I shoot my load, you’re never going to be who you were. What part of you doesn’t shoot out of me as a load of hot cum will be turned into size for my ass and my cock. How’s that sound? Not like I care, neither of us have a choice. This is just the way it is.” My roommate said as he was stroking with more eagerness to cum.
As much as I wanted to beg to be released and let back out and be who I was, the winning desire in my mind was the need for him to make me a part of him forever. What better life is there than the life of being used exactly as a predator wants for his own body?