Alright folks, it was long overdue and he had been neglected for the longest. This time I bring to you Ernesto, Ethanâs younger sibling, having bulked up after becoming a seasoned predator with the help of his older brother. It would appear as though that two prey isnât quite enough for the growing man anymore, so he has his sights set on hunting for more. đ
Stay tuned for his upcoming drawings as there will be a 3 part for the entire thing! His next one will feature an even more massive belly, so I hope you look forward to it once again!
Content: M/M Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Digestion, Same-Size Vore.
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Jackson leaned against the cramped airplane bathroom counter, a sly smirk playing across his lips. The gentle hum of the plane engines was punctuated by the soft gurgling coming from his belly, which bulged noticeably under his fitted hoodie. The chiseled contours of his abdomen were only exaggerated by the unusual distention, every ridge and dip of his muscles more pronounced.
With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. In the dimly lit space, he adjusted himself to get the best angle. Lifting the hem of his hoodie, he revealed his distended abdomen. The shape was undeniable; there, just above his navel and slightly to the right, was a pronounced bulge, the unmistakable outline of a head pressing softly against the taut skin. You could almost see the despair etched in the features compressed against his toned stomach.
"Guess you should've remembered to lock the door, huh?" Jackson whispered, addressing the subtle movements from within, the almost imperceptible shifts of discomfort. He trailed a finger down from the tip of the head bulge, tracing its path along the curve of his belly, feeling the shivers it induced inside.
He aimed his camera at the mirror, ensuring that his face and the distinct bulge were both in view. The tight confines of the bathroom only accentuated the size of his stomach, making it appear even more prominent. A flash pierced the dimness as he snapped the picture.
His fingers rapidly moving on the screen's keyboard, typing a caption for his new snapshot, "Note to self: always lock the door at 30,000 feet." With a chuckle, Jackson admired his handiwork for a moment before saving the image, a little keepsake for himself, and then posting it to his close circle.
Taking one last glance at the mirror, he gave his belly a more forceful pat, feeling the muffled protest from within. "Hang tight," he teased, pressing down right where the head-shaped bulge was, eliciting a frantic series of squirms and movements. "We've still got a few hours left in this flight."
Jackson, taking a deep breath, nudged the bathroom door open. Stepping out into the dimly lit aisle.
As he began to make his way back to his seat, he could feel every jolt and tremor of the plane resonate through the heavily distended belly under his hoodie. Each step sent a light ripple across the protruding form, the undeniable shape of a person compressed within the confines of his muscled abdomen. It was like walking with an overinflated beach ball strapped to him.
The fabric of his hoodie strained, attempting to accommodate the bulk beneath it. The pronounced shape of a head, arms, and even the bend of knees were visible, making him feel slightly self-conscious. He could sense eyes on him, fellow passengers probably attributing his appearance to overeating or some medical condition. But Jackson was in too deep now; there was no turning back.
He reached his row, pausing for a moment. The challenge of sitting with such a significant addition to his physique suddenly dawned on him. He angled himself, attempting to slide past the passenger next to the aisle. The tightness of the space forced his belly to brush up against the stranger, causing another series of frantic movements within. Jackson whispered a quick apology for the disturbance, his face coloring slightly.
Once at his seat, Jackson faced his next challenge: how to sit. He turned, angling his hips and trying to slowly lower himself into the tight airplane seat. His belly's girth, however, made the process a game of adjustment. The armrest dug into his side, prompting a small grunt of discomfort. The buckling of the seatbelt was another ordeal, the strap barely reaching around the expansive midsection.
Finally settled, Jackson leaned back, allowing his hoodie to ride up just a tad, revealing the bottommost part of his belly. The dim overhead light cast a shadow, highlighting the clearly defined silhouette of the person inside him. He placed a hand atop the most prominent bulge, feeling the heat emanating from it, the soft, muffled pleas for release.
Breathing heavily from the exertion and feeling the compressive force from the tight airplane seat, Jackson let out a sigh.
He reclined in his seat, feeling the gentle throb and pulse of the human within his belly. He placed an earbud into one ear, leaving the other free to enjoy the symphony of muffled pleas and the subtle sounds of his digestive system at work. Picking up his phone, he began scrolling through a playlist to listen to on his XM4.
Leaning his head close to his prominent belly, he whispered softly, "Hey there, you comfy? Probably not the flight experience you were expecting, huh?" A muted squirm replied to him, making him grin. "You know, I was going to watch a movie, but I think feeling you break down might be the best in-flight entertainment I've ever had."
Jackson began flicking through the in-flight entertainment system. Choosing a thriller. As the film progressed, Jackson ordered a fizzy drink from the passing cart, sipping it slowly. Each gulp sent more liquid down, making his belly gurgle in response. "There you go," he chuckled. "A little mixer for the main course. Hope you like cola."
An hour or so into the flight, feeling a bit peckish, Jackson decided to order some in-flight snacks. Munching on peanuts, he said, "You must be getting lonely in there. Don't worry, you'll have some company soon." Finishing his snack and sipping on his drink, he felt a gentle burp rising. "Excuse me," he murmured with a smirk, thinking of the added pressure the trapped air would cause inside.
Throughout the flight, between reading a bit, occasionally nodding off, and enjoying his music, Jackson continuously returned to the sensation in his gut. Each little squirm, each desperate push against his abdominal walls, just added to his satisfaction.
Jackson, feeling the descent of the airplane, adjusted his seat. The jostling from the change in altitude made his belly quiver, and he could feel an especially desperate set of wriggles from within, almost as if the person inside had some hope of escape as the plane touched down.
Leaning in, Jackson smirked as he whispered, "You feeling that? We're touching down in Ibiza. Ever been? Well, I guess this isn't the way you imagined visiting, huh?" He chuckled softly, feeling more pronounced movements as the realization hit his unwilling passenger.
"Beautiful beaches, amazing nightlife, and my favorite, the sizzling sun," Jackson continued, his voice dripping with mischief. "You and I, we're gonna spend a lot of time on those beaches. Just think about it. While I'm basking in the sun, catching a tan, you'll be in here," he tapped his swollen midriff, "experiencing a whole different kind of heat. The summer sun outside and the burning acids inside. A real tropical getaway for you."
He felt another series of frantic pushes against his belly wall, and he tightened his abdominal muscles in response, constraining his prey even further. "Oh, by the way, Ibiza might be your destination, but this," he patted his gut, "is your final stop. The last destination of your journey. I hope you're prepared for the coming days."
Jackson grinned, relishing the idea of parading around with his swollen belly, feeling every jolt, every pang of the digestive process. "It's gonna be a long, brutal few days for you," he added with a dark chuckle. "And by the time I'm ready to head back, well...you'll have become a permanent part of my vacation memories."
âMate, donât you think itâs a little too cold for you to be out here?â A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. âWould be hell of a lot nicer in here, donât you think?â
This was all you could remember before your world got dark. And warm. Pleasantly warm, even, but the deeper you went, the hotter and humid-er it got. Not to mention, the more of you that went in the compactor it got, and his belly certainly didnât leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.
âBUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!â The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal heâd made of you. If you had to tell the truth, your first few minutes inside of him were blissful. You were shivering, cold to the bone, and his stomach was still adjusting to your mass. However, long after those minutes passed, it became unbearably hot.
The longer you stewed in there, the more that hotness turned to burning. You skin began to stung, and you realized his stomach acids were starting to seep into your fragile skin. You werenât sure what to make of this, but you couldnât even kick or punch to retort. His stomach had a tight grip on you, and your voice was muffled beyond belief, although it could still be slightly heard, just unintelligble.
âDonât know what youâre saying there buddy, but no oneâs that come in had ever complained, so I assume youâre enjoying it in there!â The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.
You knew you fucked up, and you knew this mightâve been your last fuck up. It was starting to hurt, and there was still many, many hours if not days left of this. You just hoped your predator would let you out before you became unrecognizable.
I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch Iâd had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.
Thatâs when I heard it â the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. Iâd seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.
My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.
Fuck it. I was still hungry.
I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was â standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.
Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.
GLUUURK.
The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.
âMmmphâ?!â His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.
I didnât waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.
âFuck⊠you taste good,â I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. âSkinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.â
I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP⊠GLRRRKâŠ
My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.
One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.
I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.
âSettle the fuck down in there,â I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. âYouâre mine now. Just locker room meat.â
I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin â big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.
âDamn⊠you look way better on me than those clothes ever wouldâve.â
I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasnât going to last long.
I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasnât much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didnât care. Let people stare. Theyâd just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.
I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.
âBuuuuuurp⊠Thanks for the protein, kid.â
Time to head home. By the time I get there, youâll just be another thick layer on this gut.
Take a good look at my stomach. Behind these ripped abs lie most of your friends, co-workers and even your boyfriend, well⊠ex-boyfriend. All of them have been sacrifices so that in return you can see another sunrise, without being eaten. But you should hurry, because today you've only brought me two delicious snacks, and if you don't find a prey that satisfies me, you're going to be the next to join all your friends as part of my body. Deep down I know you'd love that, huh? Although the only catch is that you wouldn't see me devouring prey after prey as they cry out for help, only to digest them and turn them into pure protein for my muscles. So if you want to continue watching this show you know what to do, bring me a delicious treat before my voracious appetite takes you as its next victim.
Diego's veins bulged with nutirents. The matter that remained in his system flowed into his muscles. The young man he had swallowed last night had been deminished to mere proteins, compounds and sustenance for his glorious body. What name the prey had, simply shattered apart as Diego's various cells accepted the minute pieces of whom he consumed.
Marvin opened the door, bracing one of his huge tattooed arms against the frame as he looked down at the skinny, freckled youth beaming up at him. âOh. Hey, uh...?â
âJustin!â the boy piped up. His eyes were practically sparkling, roaming shamelessly over Marvinâs bare torso. âFrom next door.â
âOh yeah.â Marvin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking the kid up and down. âItâs been a while since Iâve seen you around the neighborhood, how old are you now?â
âAlmost 19,â Justin said proudly. He chewed nervously on his lower lip, taking a hesitant step forward. âListen...youâre into like...bodybuilding, right?â
Marvin chuckled awkwardly. âUh...heh. Yeah, man. You looking for tips? Want to get started lifting?â
âNot exactly,â Justin said, his cheeks flushing pink.
*******
30 minutes later, Marvin stood at his kitchen counter, digging into his breakfast, chuckling as he felt Justin squirming happily inside his belly.
âI still donât know why you wanted this, man, but I appreciate it. Gonna get some real nice gains from all this protein.â Marvin gave his gurgling stomach a playful smack, belching in satisfaction.
You really can't expect to put Servants with legendary grudges in the same place and things like this not happening...
Oh well, at least A/chilles is quick to schmooze up his Master so he can avoid being reprimanded for shortening their forces! And it'll probably be just as effective for whenever H/ector is resummoned...
