Get Big by Eating Big

@guysinmygut

18+ only you will be otherwise blocked. Vore preds and prey, big men both muscular and fat. Mostly oral vore, safe or otherwise.

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These big meals might be having an effect lately 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

My boyfriend keeps tricking me into eating people. The first time was a total accident. We were having a threesome and suddenly it became a twosome. I guess I kissed him too hard or something....

But seeing me pinned, helpless under my squirming gut just sets him off. He can barely control himself, making me wobble and slosh with the rhythm of his thrusting hips. Ever since that first time he's been finding ways for guys to 'accidentally' take a one way trip into my gut. I once even caught him stuffing me while I was asleep. I woke up with half a twink down my throat, boyfriend pushing him by his feet.

It's not like I go out and look for guys to tank. He just keeps bringing them to me. I don't even particularly like it. I mean sure, they feel good squirming around in my belly, really good actually. But all the begging and pleading makes me feel bad. Its really what happens after. Panting and sweating, immobilized under my gut, he'll use me for hours. Both hands on my belly, time after time. He wont stop until my belly goes soft.

But it's starting to catch up. None of my clothes fit. I'm constantly a burping jiggly mess. Basically just a personal boy-churner for my horny boyfriend. Speaking of, he said he's bringing someone by later. I hope he doesn't want them to stay...

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Yes, please

The first time I saw him do it I knew it was fate. My destiny stood before me in the form of 200 pounds of muscle. It wasn’t his shameless flexing before the mirrors, his habit of ripping off his shirt halfway through his workout, or the heavy grunts he let out as he pumped iron. It was the day I caught him in the locker room with the gym attendants feet sticking out of his mouth. Caught in the act the guy looked like a deer in the headlights. Frozen, abs stretched across his bulging gut we locked eyes. I knew it was my only chance.

As I walked over to him and wordlessly pushed the still kicking attendant’s feet down his throat, we were instantly connected. Recognizing a loyal follower, he took me home and made me worship him from head to foot. The bulge of the poor guy stuck in his gut slowly disappeared behind his thick abs. I woke up next to him and he looked ten pounds heavier. Worship wasnt enough. I made it my mission to join his muscles, to be a part of his size forever.

Despite all my convincing, he wouldn't eat me. He said I was too useful on the outside, luring meals in and helping them find their way down. Night after night I went to bed with his huge gut pressed against my back, thick arms wrapped around me, and wanted only to be inside of him. As he grew bigger and bigger my desires did too. I had to come up with something.

During his bulking phase he needs at least a twink a day, sometimes more. He trusted me to find them and bring them home. So for three days in a row I pretended there was someone on the way, only for them to cancel last minute. The first day I caught him sucking on my fingers in bed, half asleep. The second day I woke up from a wet dream to see he had sleep-eaten me up to my waist. And on the third day, when I looked in his ravenous eyes and told him that another one got away, I turned around and accepted my fate. 250 pounds of muscled, hungry, man-eating fate.

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I’ve heard of fast preds, guys who can fully digest someone in a matter of hours, but I guess I’m a slow one. I’ve been plateauing in the gym lately and figured a foray into vore would help me up my calories, but this isn’t what I expected.

After I tanked my first helpless gym snack he didn’t fight for very long, and my belly slushed him pretty quickly. What I didn’t expect was that two days later I’d still be a burping bloated mess with a gut full of heavy meat sludge. All my clothes are too tight and I slosh with every step. It’s been going down slowly though. I also didn’t think I’d make such good use of his meat- with every inch my belly recedes it’s like an inch is added to my arms and chest.

I guess I could’ve expected this. How many calories are in a twink anyway? I’m not complaining though. Other than the surprised stares of strangers at my barely concealed gut, and the frequent and awkward mid-sentence belches, this whole thing was amazing. I’m just getting impatient. It’s probably going to take a whole week for me to fully finish this guy. I mean, I’d like to clear some room for the next occupant soon.

It’s surprisingly easy to trick a pred into eating his own boyfriend, even if he says he would never. It doesn’t matter how small you are and how big he is, it works almost every time.

You just need to get them both in the bedroom. Show special interest in his boyfriend, that’s what gets him going. He might join for a second but he mostly likes to watch. But pred’s don’t like to lose out on a meal, no matter what. The moment you act like you’re going for his man, he’ll pounce faster.

Pure instinct and hunger takes over, and you get to see your gigantic target rake his lover down his throat. Neck bulging, mouth slobbering, heavy panting. Confused and scared they pass by his lips and fall hard into his belly. Suddenly two become one and he falls back on the bed pinned under his gut.

Conscience returns and the mix of shock and arousal is spread across his face, gazing down at his squirming gut. Unsure of whether he should get them out, or even if he can get them out, this gigantic man-stuffed man is suddenly helpless.

But a pred never loses out on a meal. And a full one is so easy to persuade. I’m right there to step in. To rub his belly, make him feel warm. I’ll help him talk to his soon to be ex-boyfriend about what’s going on. And what’s about to happen next. And finally there to feel the kicks die down, as his gut slowly gets rounder and softer. The boyfriend a sad memory slow to distance.

Funny thing about boyfriend-eating, grieving preds- I’ve never met one that wasn’t hard the whole time.

#this was cruel in a sense #but I’m thinking of writing some cruel-ish pred perspective next #if thats something people would want #just reread this and the sentence structure is boring sorry

“You really want him out?” said the massive man, stood in front of me half naked. Of course I want him out, he’s my boyfriend.

“But you caught him cheating on you with me” I didnt catch anything but his legs slipping past your lips. Who knows who undressed whom. What I know is I can see him squirming in your gut and I want him out!

“Ok if you want to keep him he’s all yours. But I need your help. Just push up on both sides of my belly with your hands. Hard. He’ll come right up.”

I walked up to his bulging gut, bigger than my own torso, and placed my hands on both sides. I felt movement inside.

“Ok. On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”

As soon as I pushed up he took my head in both hands and pulled me into a deep kiss. I felt a heavy mass shift up in his gut, and to my shock I felt it move quickly into my mouth. An overwhelming rushing sensation starting in my throat and moving down to my belly, heavy as a stone.

I tried to pull back in horror of what was happening but he kept his lips firmly locked to mine. I fell back, pinned under my own gut and the man that laid inside it. I could barely move while the stranger made for the exit.

“There,” he said, smugly “too tired to kick now isn’t he. You wanted him. Now he’s yours to keep. Forever.”

Kaya Yusuf via Cultured Bodies

This is the vore calendar to shoot right? Bodybuilder’s edition! So where’s my meal at? There’s at least a couple scrawny guys I could wrestle down and put away, but I assumed you’d have someone ready.

By the way, how slow should I go? I mean I can slurp anyone right down but I’m guessing you want to get a couple good shots in. I’ll go slow if I can focus. Inch him inside so you can get all my good angles.

What are we thinking about after-shot poses? I can lay on top of him, pretend I’m pinned under, stand up and flex. Anything really. Until he’s done kicking? Really? Great, I love to take them home.

And this is the one? Perfect size. Let’s get to work. Come here little man, you’re mine.

#dm to get added to the menu

The club can be a great place to practice hunting.

Loud, dark, cramped and full of tipsy guys, it’s practically a buffet. You can hide almost every sign of the boy you just stuffed down your throat too.

I mean who’s going to notice the two of you going off into some corner together? Happens all the time. And when I come back belly packed to the brim, wasn’t it always that big? You saw it squirming? Haha, no, I was just dancing. Is someone screaming? Yeah, of course, it’s a nightclub. You saw me burp up a jockstrap? It’s pretty dark in here, are you sure?

Hey, you can cut the questions. I’ve seen you staring at me all night. I know you just wanted to get close to me, or really just this belly. Go ahead, you can rub it. Lemme take you home and you can massage it all night. I’ll be sure to return the favor.

I don’t know what it is about me; I had never wanted to do this. But it keeps happening to me.

I’ll meet a cute boy, or a nice man, someone I could spend some time with. We’ll go out a couple times, hey maybe I’ll really like them. We could have a little fun- cause I do like a little fun- and then it’s like a flip switches.

Suddenly they’re obsessed with my belly. Before, they could pay attention to my arms and pecs (as anyone should) but now it’s all down there. Kissing, squeezing, licking, jiggling my belly I’m can barely peel them off of me. And it always ends the same way.

Days, weeks on end they beg for me to put them inside. Just to pleasure me from in there, one time and thats it. To push and pull and squeeze and heave and all of the things that they can’t do outside just for my pleasure.

At first I was reluctant about all that could go wrong. Could I even do that? But lips met face and suddenly I was pinned under a pulsing shifting mass inside my own belly. Overcome with waves of ecstasy radiating from my companion I realized something I should have said beforehand- this is a one way trip.

I had never wanted to do this- but now that I have, what’s stopping me?

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Love them sensitive

Helps keep them down.

My husband’s recently taken to bringing twinks home from the gym and breeding them half unconscious. He’s a stud so he finds them pretty easy.

You see, he’s trying to build up his muscle. And laying there exhausted, a little gym snack is the perfect thing to shove down his throat. They’re so tired by the time he’s finished plowing them that they hardly notice their legs slipping past his lips.

But once they’re inside it’s a different story. He’s still new to this so his stomach isn’t so strong. Once his meal realizes they’re trapped they really start kicking and bucking. So I have to rub his nipples to distract him and help keep his food down.

It’s kind of hot- feeling the last kicks as my husband’s deep breathing slowly settles. He’ll cuddle me in bed, gut squishing against my back. And I sleep happily knowing I’ll wake up to an even bigger man tomorrow

Who’s really really tryna stuff the gut?

A loyal feeder invited me over for dinner. But after eating everything in his fridge I was still hungry.

Such a good boy, he knew exactly what to do. Without even telling him, he started to strip his clothes. Lathered up with oil, he dove head first into my mouth. He made sure to squirm plenty as he went down.

Now he’s packing my gut with the best meal he could provide- himself. Good feeders know when it’s their time. Now who’s next? I’m almost hungry.

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Traveling abroad, my buddy and I tried to have our own solo adventures one night. But when it got late and he still wasn’t back I got worried.

I was wandering around town, looking for my friend. Turning a corner I suddenly ran into a brick wall of a man. Huge and shirtless he knocked me down without even stumbling

“Sorry, little guy. I didn’t even see you there.” He said.

I hardly heard what he said. All my attention was on his massive form- thick neck, huge biceps and bulging pecs, topped off with a bulging gut that moved with every word.

I told him I was looking for my friend.

“Maybe he’s close by” he said “I can help you find him.”

Barely able to take my eyes off his bulging gut, I nodded in agreement, eagerly accepting the help of the hulking man. As soon as I did he took a step forward, barely inches from me.

“Then again, maybe he’s closer than you think”, he said. Grabbing my wrist in a tight grip he held my hand up to his belly. I felt a huge mass, squirming behind a thick wall of muscle. I tried to take my hand away but his strong arm held it there.

“Found him” he said, with a hungry grin. Hand still pressing against his belly he started walking. “Let’s go back to my place and have some fun” he said “now be a good boy and you won’t end up like your friend” I stumbled behind him, powerless to his grip, watching his gut wobble with every step.

#btw still looking for followers to eat #dms open

Full tank

My friend was asking me how I was getting so much size so quick.

I told him it was a little difficult to explain but I’d show him sometime. Just then his little brother walked in the room. Before I could think twice I pounced on him. It only took a few seconds to get him down, little guy.

I sat back down, belly full and wriggling, and let out a satisfied belch. My friend, stunned, just stared at my bulging gut and his brother trapped inside.

Eventually he reached out a hand and gave my squirming heft a shake. “So yeah, it’s a little like that. Kinda weird but you pack on size pretty quick”, I said, relishing his brother’s furious attempts at escape.

“Damn bro,” he said, “do what you gotta to size up. Sorry bud”. He gave my gut a slap as his little bro’s movements weakened.

What started out as a harmless joke took a serious turn when I digested my own best friend. He’d heard somewhere that there are guys who can pack away a whole person in their belly, and even like to. So he dared me to try it out on him. I thought it was silly, and probably impossible, but once his skin touched my lips it was like a switch went off.

Almost effortlessly I sent him down into my belly, cramped and squirming, and quickly realized I couldn’t get him out. Maybe I could have tried harder, but his panicked kicks and begging voice was somehow a huge turn on for me. I let my own friend pass out while grinding my boner against my giant stomach.

Now I’m just here, bloated and sloshing, with a brand new pudgy belly my friend gave me, secretly wondering about who I can send down next.

Love is Love! 🏳️‍🌈

I like to get a good taste before I put them away for good. This one here’s delicious, I think I’ll savor him when I send him home. I can’t wait to feel him squirming around in my hungry gut. He’s such a daddy’s boy too I bet he’ll love to be a permanent part of me.

God, my stomach’s already growling.

I don’t think I can break up with him. It started a while ago, although not like you’d expect. I found him on an app for preds, and we connected almost instantly. After a heavy workout, he’d message me to come over. I would fill his gut while he worshipped his own gigantic size. Then he’d let me go, and I’d wait for my hunk to call me again.

But soon he started getting used to the feeling of a twink stretching out his gut. He started to want that mass for himself more than ever. A twinky gym snack here and there was pretty common, but soon it was every day. He’d tank me, tell me to kick and squirm to stretch him out, then spit me up and send me out to find another one to take my place.

As he got bigger and bigger his appetite only grew. Before I knew it, we were having threesomes, and the two of us were being sent to his belly. Letting us both out, he’d easily wrestle down the panicked third and swallow him for good, demanding I come rub his roiling gut. He said they’re better scared- more testosterone and they kick even harder.

Now every time I try and leave him he puts me in his massive body. It takes no time at all, his python arms easily lifting me overhead. Only when I kick and scream and agree to whatever he wants will he let me out and then quickly bend me over. I’m starting to think one day he’s planning on keeping me…

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Who wants to experience a headlock? 😏💪🏽💪🏽

It’s a lot of fun, I promise. It goes something like this: I wrap you up in my huge arms and hold you tight. You get to pass out with the full weight of my strength against you.

Then you wake up still wrapped up in my muscles, but this time it’s my gut. It’s much easier to down you when you’re, well, down. Let’s be honest, what little muscle you have would still look better on my body. How do you think I got so big in the first place?

So we have a deal? Cause I’m not against wrestling you down awake and screaming.

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Fuck. Don’t stop kicking man. You feel so good squirming around inside me. I mean, you’re helpless- there’s no way you’re getting out. But your desperate struggles are hitting just the right spot. For real, don’t stop. I can probably finish hands free if you keep doing that for a few more minutes. Don’t worry little guy I’ll shorten your stay once you’ve given me one more pleasure. God, I would’ve swallowed you sooner if I knew how good you’d feel!

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