Harry Potter vore

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All-Inclusive

A personal story where I indulge in some of the things I like, needed to write a lil thing after the comms.

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Casual Vore, Teasing, Prey POV, Head-First Swallowing, Belly Bulge, Belly Rubs, Burping, Dom/Prey Dynamics, Tight Stomach, Digestion Implied, Foodplay Themes, Public Vore, Pred/Prey, Power Dynamics, Size Difference, Belly Play

You weren’t supposed to be here.

The invitation came at the last minute—your co-worker, Steve, bailing on the cruise the day before it set sail. You figured it’d be a nice break from the usual grind, maybe even a chance to unwind for once. But now, standing awkwardly in the corner of the cruise buffet with a half-eaten bread roll in hand, you’re wondering if this was a mistake. The other guests are all annoyingly tanned and carefree, laughing too loud, drinking too much, while you hover on the outskirts, hoping to blend in.

And then he walks in.

He looks like every guy who’s way too comfortable on vacation—open Hawaiian shirt barely clinging to his broad shoulders, linen shorts sitting low on his hips, and a pair of aviators perched on his nose even though you’re indoors. His bare chest glistens slightly, either from the heat or leftover pool water, and his stomach... well, it’s impossible to ignore. A soft roundness presses against his waistband—bigger than just a food baby but not quite a beer belly—making it clear that he’s spent more time at the buffet than the gym lately.

You keep staring. You can’t help it. The lazy, swollen curve of his belly, the way it subtly bounces with each step, it’s weirdly... captivating. You pretend to look away every time his head turns, but after a while, it’s obvious you’ve been caught.

“The fuck you lookin' at, man?” His voice cuts through the noise of the buffet, sharp but casual, his tone more annoyed than curious. He raises an eyebrow, tugging his shirt open a little more and tilting his head. “You got a problem or somethin’? Keepin’ an eye on me like I stole somethin’.”

You blink, startled. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Bullshit,” he cuts you off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pats his belly lazily, making it jiggle just enough to draw attention. “You been eye-fuckin’ this gut since I walked in. What, jealous or somethin'?”

Heat crawls up your neck. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, brushing past you to load up his plate with more food. You think that’s the end of it—just another awkward interaction to forget about. But when he comes back, plopping down at the table next to yours, he’s not done.

“Got you curious, huh?” he says through a mouthful of shrimp. He leans back in his chair, letting his gut poke out even further. “What, this?” He pats his stomach again, louder this time, grinning as he catches you glancing at it. “Yeah, buffet did me in real good. You like it or somethin’, weirdo?”

You sputter, unsure how to respond. “I-I wasn’t—”

He snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Nah, you were. Don’t even lie about it.” He leans forward, resting one arm on the table, the other lazily rubbing circles over his belly. “What’s the deal, huh? Ain’t never seen a dude enjoy himself before?”

You try to laugh it off, but the sound dies in your throat when he shifts in his seat, scooting closer. His knee bumps yours under the table, and he smirks, catching the way you stiffen.

“Y’know,” he says, voice dropping a little lower, “if you like it so much, you could always get a closer look.” His grin is sharp, playful, but there’s something dangerous lurking beneath it. “Or... hell, maybe you wanna get inside, yeah? Make yourself useful.”

You blink, heart thudding against your ribs. “What?”

He burps—loud, unapologetic, the sound rumbling out of him like a challenge. He grins afterward, swiping a thumb across his lips. “Ahh, sorry, man. That shrimp’s fightin’ back.” He gives his belly a rough pat, making it jiggle again. “Might need somethin’ heavier to settle it, though. What d’you think?”

You try to back away, but he leans in, crowding you against the table. His stomach presses against your side, soft and warm, trapping you in place. “C’mon now, don’t be shy,” he teases, grinning down at you. “You been starin’ all night. Might as well make it worth your while.”

You try to stammer out a response, but he’s already moving—grabbing the chair beside yours and spinning it around to straddle it, his gut practically resting on your arm now. “What, you think I’m jokin’?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, man. I reckon you’d fit just right in here.”

He burps again, this time blowing it right in your face with a laugh. “Whew, you smell that? That’s what’s waitin’ for ya.” He grins as you cough, waving his hand dramatically. “Bet it’ll be nice n’ cozy in there, though. You look like the type that’d enjoy it.”

You try to shift away, but his hand lands on your thigh, heavy and warm, keeping you in place. “Nah, don’t run now,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “Bet you’re wonderin’ what it feels like, huh? Bein’ all snug in there... squished up tight.”

You swallow hard, pulse pounding in your ears. He smirks, clearly seeing the panic in your eyes, and leans back a little, giving his belly a satisfied rub. “You know you want to, man. Might as well admit it.”

Before you can respond, he hooks an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your face is nearly pressed into his gut. “There ya go,” he chuckles, giving you a playful shake. “Feel that? That’s where you’re goin’, dude. Right in here.”

His hand slides to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “C’mon now, don’t fight it,” he whispers, voice low and teasing. “Gonna swallow you whole, nice n’ easy. Just gotta relax.”

He opens his mouth slightly, letting his tongue flick out as if already tasting you. “Bet you’ll taste better than the shrimp, too.”

He doesn’t waste time. One moment, you’re staring at his smug grin, and the next, his hand is gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled roughly in your hair. He’s not gentle about it—there’s no hesitation. His lips stretch wide, and suddenly, your face is pressed into the slick, wet heat of his mouth.

It’s overwhelming. His tongue slathers across your cheeks, slick and hot, tasting you with broad, lazy strokes. A deep, muffled groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating through your entire skull. You try to squirm, but his hands are firm, holding you steady as he takes his time with each slow, deliberate lick. Every moan feels like satisfaction rolling off him in waves, like he’s savoring you.

Your shoulders bump against his lips next, and his jaw works over you greedily, tugging you in deeper with each wet, heavy gulp. The heat is suffocating—humid and thick, making it hard to breathe as his throat tightens around your face. All you can hear are the squelching sounds of his tongue and the soft, satisfied noises escaping from his chest as he pulls you in inch by inch.

He tries to speak—just once. A garbled, muffled attempt that sounds something like “mmmff…ffuck”—but the words get lost around your body, swallowed up by the slick confines of his mouth. He gives up after that, focusing on the task at hand, each gulp dragging you deeper into the dark, wet tunnel of his throat.

The pressure is intense, your head squeezing further into him with every swallow. His throat ripples around you, muscles working to pull you down, relentless and greedy. You can feel his pulse hammering against your skin, the thrum of it steady and strong as his throat flexes around your shoulders. It’s tight—unbearably tight—and every inch of progress feels like you’re being forced deeper into something inescapable.

His belly gurgles loudly, as if in anticipation, the sound vibrating through you as your head begins to slide past the opening into his gut.

And then, suddenly, you’re in.

The transition is abrupt—one second, your head is squeezed in the tight heat of his throat, and the next, you’re sliding into the slick, churning pit of his stomach. It’s hotter here, wetter too. The walls of his gut press in from every side, slick with juices that coat your skin, thick and warm. You feel something soft brush against your cheek—the remnants of the shrimp he’d devoured earlier, half-digested and floating in the sour broth of his stomach.

The air is thick, sour with the smell of food and digestive acids, and it clings to every breath you manage to steal. His stomach groans deeply, the sound vibrating through the tight space, as if welcoming its newest occupant. It squeezes around your head, kneading you into place like you already belong there.

Outside, the pred grunts with effort, his throat still working to swallow more of you down. The world narrows to the relentless pull of his gut and the humid press of his belly against your body. Your chest is next, sliding past his lips with a wet shlop as he takes another gulp, dragging you deeper.

His moans are louder now, reverberating through your entire body. Each noise is a mix of satisfaction and exertion, a primal sound that makes it clear he’s not just enjoying this—he’s thriving on it. His gut stretches to accommodate you, the skin bulging as more of your body disappears inside. You can feel it growing tighter, pressing you into the mess of half-digested shrimp and thick gastric juices already sloshing around inside.

You try to push back, just on instinct, but it’s no use. His throat is too tight, too determined to let anything go but down. Another wet gulp drags your waist past his lips, and you feel the rest of your body shift, sliding further into the sweltering heat of his gut.

By the time he gets to your thighs, his pace has quickened, each swallow coming more eagerly than the last. He’s lost in it now—every moan, every rumble of his belly a clear sign that he’s fully given in to the pleasure of swallowing you. His throat pulls you down greedily, his hands gripping your legs to guide them in, shoving the last of you inside.

Your legs kick weakly as they slide past his lips, but he just groans, one final, satisfied sound, and tilts his head back with a deep, powerful swallow.

Schlop.

The last of you slips down his throat, and with a loud, contented gulp, you’re gone.

Inside his belly, everything is tight, wet, and sweltering. The stomach walls squeeze you from all sides, pressing you deeper into the mess of food and digestive juices. Every shift of his body sends ripples through the tight space, sloshing you around like just another meal. The air is so thick it’s hard to breathe, each shallow inhale filling your lungs with the sour scent of digestion.

And then, outside, you hear it—a loud, rumbling burp that echoes through the confined space of his stomach, shaking you to your core.

“Oooof,” he groans, rubbing a hand lazily over the massive swell of his gut. “Man, you settled in good. Felt ya fightin’ for a second there—thought I might have to spit ya out. But nah... you fit just right.”

He leans back in his chair, letting his gut hang heavy between his thighs, bulging out with the clear outline of your body inside. “Shit,” he mutters, giving his belly a satisfied slap. “You’re bigger than you looked. Got me feelin’ all stretched out n’ shit.”

His fingers trace slow circles over the bulging curve of his stomach, feeling the way you shift slightly beneath the surface. Another burp rumbles out of him, this one even louder than the last, and he grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Whew. Yeah, that’s what I needed.” He grins, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Bet you thought you’d freak me out or somethin’, huh? Like I’d be all weirded out by this shit. Nah, man. I think I’m gonna keep ya in here a while.”

He stretches lazily, letting out a contented sigh. “Shit, maybe I’ll even take ya out for a walk. Show ya off a bit. Let everybody see what a good fuckin' job I did stuffin’ ya down in there.”

His hand presses down harder on his gut, squishing you deeper into the mess inside. You hear him chuckle low in his throat, the sound vibrating through every inch of his belly.

“Bet they’ll get a kick outta seein' this,” he says, patting his gut one more time. “Big ol’ belly full of some weirdo who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself.”

With that, he leans back, letting his belly settle heavy and round against his lap, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yeah... think I’m gonna like havin’ ya in there. Hope you’re comfy, dude. ‘Cause you ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

And with one last, lazy burp, he pats his gut again, closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

“You’re mine now.”

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Blue Collar Belly

Hey all! Sorry for being MIA for a bit, but I'm back and certainly haven't forgotten about any of you. I wrote this short story for a close friend, but I ended up wanting to post it here, too. As always, requests and asks are welcome! Enjoy~

With the job of “safety-man,” Jacob didn’t have a lot to do, but that didn’t mean his task wasn’t important. Him and the crew had been working on this construction site amidst the breezy spring months, and the time was finally upon them where they could listen to the first notes of the cicadas buzzing in the outstretched hand of summer. As all of the guys shifted positions each day, Jacob was stuck with potentially the most boring of them all—holding the ladder steady while someone else did the foundations and construction part of the job.

The position wasn’t all bad, though, as Jacob was able to daydream in Wonderland whilst he coworkers did all of the hard, albeit interesting, work.It was about midday and his senior by about twelve years—John—was at the top of the ladder, working on some lighting issue in the house they were contracted in. As a fresh guy out of high school, the relaxed and carefree Jacob hadn’t been paying much attention to the task at hand, rather looking out a nearby window and thinking about an upcoming vacation he had with his family. 

His mind had in fact drifted so far from the ladder that he didn’t notice his grip slowly lessen on the ladder. What’s worse, John started losing his balance without the stability Jacob provided. So, one thing led to another, and a tiny slip caused John to come crashing down—right on top of Jacob

The loud noise snapped Jacob back to attention; he looked up and opened his mouth to shout at John, when both guys went toppling onto the hardwood floor. Somewhat dazed, Jacob tried getting up, but the bulky weight of John prevented that. Then, another feeling clouded the forefront of his brain—something was in his mouth. As a blue-collar boy, Jacob had been raised to eat what was given to him, no matter the flavor. So, an involuntary reaction caused him to swallow hard. When the thing in his mouth wan’t all the way down his throat, Jacob swallowed again, feeling John shift slightly above him.

“Woah, woah! The fuck are you doin’, kid?” John tried to get up, but he seemed to be stopped by something.

Jacob wanted to speak, but the meaty flavor in his mouth was getting in the way, so his body started gulping faster, trying to devour whatever he had managed to fit in his maw so he could answer his superior. One final gulp sent the entirety of John’s hairy arm down his throat, and Jacob finally realized what he had been doing. Someway, somehow, Jacob had engulfed the entirety of John’s forearm and hefty bicep and shoulder into his mouth. What’s worse, he couldn’t stop himself. Be it his body’s involuntary reaction or the habits he had grown up with, Jacob’s lips stretched apart inhumanly far, allowing John’s head to fall into his gullet, caressed by his spongy and desperate tongue. Instinctually, Jacob put both hands on his coworker-turned-meal and began to push him deeper down his throat. For some reason, John tasted delicious, and he didn’t want to stop. His body’s urges took control, and he slurped down the senior’s shoulders and chest with alarming haste and frightening ease. Jacob felt his stomach slowly expand to encompass John’s arm into his stomach chamber, followed by his head and shoulders. He didn’t know how he was doing this, but he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. His body gulped and slurped and swallowed and sucked without any of Jacob’s own input. John’s legs were slurped down like noodles, without any apparent difficulty on Jacob’s part. His belly, which had ripped his shirt open when he was at John’s waist, wobbled and made disgusting, grotesque gurgling noises as John settled inside his gut.

“Oh my—UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP—fuck. I’m—BBBBBWWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP—so sorry bro—sir! I don’t even,” Jacob marveled at what had just happened. He didn’t even think about doing…this. His body just swallowed his coworker for him, and what’s worse, it felt really good. Jacob rubbed a calloused hand over his spherical belly and felt it jostle with the living person trapped inside.

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A neon green construction vest and orange hard hat ejected out of Jacob’s mouth like a canon. Where John was, he wouldn’t really be needing these any more. Gingerly, Jacob stood up (which was still quite difficult, as he had to carry around the extra weight of his coworker) and gingerly made his way over to the company truck, opting to take his lunch break, even though he had just had quite a big lunch. He wanted to apologize to John, but hey, now that John’s spot was open, Jacob might get a pretty nice promotion. Plus, Jacob was the youngest on the crew, so it was about time that someone threw him a bone—he just didn’t expect it to be a whole skeleton. 

Inside the gurgling belly, John could faintly hear the unzipping of Jacob’s lunch box. How the hell could this kid think to eat at a time like this? He could already feel the digestive juices pouring into the stomach chamber, and his skin started tingling. Worse yet, his breathable oxygen was already faint with the worker’s immense and crass belches he let out. For Jacob to be enjoying his lunch like nothing ever happened felt like the ultimate insult. With what little strength John could muster, he began pounding at the fleshy walls of Jacob’s belly, trying fervently to escape.

“Easy now, big guy. UUUURRRPPPPP,” Jacob belched out the side of his mouth, leaking even more oxygen for John. “Look man, I was taught never to turn down a free meal, and it sucks, but that’s just the way life goes. Just let my belly take care of you, and I’ll handle the rest,” Jacob smirked before biting into a peanut butter jelly sandwich his mom had made him that morning. Something told him that this John wasn’t going to be the only guy squirming around in his belly that day.

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P.S. if you made it this far--Freddie's Feat pt. 3 is going to be my next story, so keep your eyes peeled for that coming soon! ;)

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Shower Snack

Hey! Here's a much shorter story than usual, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Flood my inbox with what you'd like to see next! Until next time

Having just finished his final lecture for his busiest day, Gavin was pretty lethargic as he tumbled onto his bed, backpack and all. As an RA for the freshman-only dorm on campus, he thankfully was allowed a single room, and to make it even better, he wasn’t on duty today, meaning he could get to sleep early and relax after a heavy-duty day filled with homework and classes. As a junior in college, Gavin had to almost exclusively take major requirements, which were interesting for sure, but they were extremely unforgiving and intense. It was all he could do to get back to his room and shower each night.

Speaking of, Gavin yanked off his backpack and grabbed his shower caddy and a pair of pajama pants, ready to go take a shower. Walking down the hall, the RA groaned, hearing water running before he even got to the bathroom door. He hated taking showers with other guys right next to him. Sure, there was a big concrete wall and a flimsy cream curtain to protect each guy’s privacy, but that hardly ever seemed like enough, especially when you could hear your neighbors lathering up with their body wash. Still though, Gavin grimaced and opened the door.

Turning the corner into the shower area of the tiny and grungy dorm-bathroom, Gavin rolled his eyes. All four of the showers (a laughably small amount, even when considering the tiny population of the dorm) were being used. The RA grumbled something under his breath before turning around walking away, ready to come back in twenty minutes when hopefully another shower opened up. Just as he was about to exit the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Specifically, he noted how flat his stomach looked. Gavin hadn’t had dinner yet.

The hunk’s eyebags were concerning, and his patience was honestly quite thin. That, coupled with a sudden spark of hunger Gavin felt made for a predictable formula for disaster for one of the showering residents. Marching right back around, Gavin strutted towards his favorite shower at the far end of the room and began to strip, unbeknownst to the freshman currently showering behind the curtain. Setting his shower caddy down quietly, Gavin peeked into the stall and saw Carter: a handsome and tiny redhead slathering body wash over his slim, lithe body. Gavin licked his lips.

With a growling stomach and a propensity for being bold, the RA yanked aside the shower curtain and clamped his hand over Carter’s mouth, silencing the student in a preemptive manner against his protest. The junior easily eclipsed the freshman, making him the perfect meal for the hungry RA—Carter would slip easily down his throat like a snake swallowing a mouse. A mixture of fear and concern enveloped Carter’s big, green eyes, making Gavin’s stomach growl once more, this time loud enough for everyone in the bathroom to hear it.

With the water rushing, Gavin wasted no time in unhinging his jaw, opening up wide enough to engulf Carter’s head. Gavin tried to suppress a groan, sliding his tongue along Carter’s face and neck in salacious voracity. The blonde hunk wrapped his arms and legs around Carter, mimicking the way a constrictor would apprehend its prey. A pair of plump and plush lips sucked over the prey, guzzling up his narrow shoulders with dizzying greed.

Gavin’s throat bulged out with Carter’s head getting squished inside by its tight, wet walls. The four simultaneous showers overshadowed the gulping noises Gavin made as Carter’s chest got shoveled up into the greedy gullet. He could hear Carter crying out for help from within his throat, but his muscular body muffled the noise as Gavin forced Carter deeper into esophagus. 

The trickling water helped lubricate his meal, and Gavin was able to efficiently slurp up the rest of Carter’s torso with alarming rapidity and horrifying greed. Gavin’s stomach started bulging out, making him look bloated at first, then his skin continued stretching, accommodating what looked like a third trimester pregnancy. Still though, Gavin hungrily slurped up Carter’s dick and ass, noting with a sinister pleasure that Carter’s cock was at full mast. The tiny freshman seemed to be unwillingly aroused by this, which was definitely a first. Using his tongue to pump and suck on Carter’s dick, the salty taste of premature cum flooded his mouth, making Gavin swallow with deep, deliberate enjoyment in Carter’s humiliation.

The man’s skinny legs were the only things Gavin had left to slurp up, and unceremoniously, the junior used his throat to coax the last remaining bit of Carter to his now obscenely bloated belly. Tilting his head back, Gavin let Carter’s feet slip down his throat and round out the swell of his belly into an almost perfect spherical shape, aside from the occasional punch or thrash that Carter made whilst struggling in there. Looking down between the pillows of his hairy chest, Gavin let out a manly groan and rubbed big circles around his fuzzy gut. He couldn’t make too much noise, as the other showering residents would’ve definitely known something was up, but his belly started happily gurgling, making plenty of contented sounds as it began to knead and tenderize Carter’s body, preparing him for digestion.

As he felt the youth settle down in the core of his belly, Gavin began showering as if nothing had happened. His mountain of a belly gave him practically zero room to move around the shower stall, so he remained in a fixed position, rubbing in his cedar-scented shampoo and conditioner through his hair. Big sudsy globs of soap fell onto Gavin’s belly, to which the junior happily rubbed in, letting his stomach get some much needed attention as Carter shouted for mercy and help from within. In response, the RA just patted his resident-filled gut and continued lathering up his body in soap, washing away the stress and tiredness that the day had built up around him.

One difficulty the predator faced was suppressing the belches that his belly begged to be released. Gavin couldn’t really let them out with other guys so close to him, as his stomach constantly gurgling and churning was already suspicious enough, so he held them in as best he could. The problem arose, however, that the gas and pressure of those unreleased burps he built up made his gut painfully tight. Grimacing, the college hunk rubbed his taut belly in a feeble attempt to quiet it. For such a little guy, Carter really could put up a fight.

Eventually, the urge to belch subsided as Gavin took deep breaths and finished cleaning up. The creaky handle turned, shutting the water off, and Gavin grabbed his towel from outside the curtain, drying himself off, taking extra care to rub his gut in the process. Going through the motions, Gavin equipped his pajama pants, forgoing a shirt, as nothing would be able to fit over his Carter-filled belly, and he walked back to his room. Nobody in the showers seemed to have caught a glimpse of him as far as he could tell, and only one guy out in the hallway saw his enormous gut swaying back and forth and gurgling like it had never eaten a meal in its life. Gavin gave a small smirk at the guy, and he quickly backed away and retreated into his room, not wanting to engage with Gavin and his apparently insatiable appetite. That was fine by him, as Carter had been a pretty satisfying meal anyway.

Falling onto the plush covers of his bed, Gavin’s belly sloshed violently. The college student rubbed slow circles over the tight swell and moaned in appreciation, “Fuck, Carter—URRRRRPPPPP—you filled me up so good. Who would’ve thought you were so delicious. And you feel so good in there—UUURRRRPPPPPP.”

Now the belches were coming out in deep, lazy barrages of gluttony. Somewhere along the lines, Carter had stopped moving, and Gavin was taken aback by how quickly his stomach got to work on him. He knew the little guy wouldn’t have that much fight in him, but his belly had knocked him out so fast he barely even got the opportunity to struggle. As digestive juices filled his stomach chamber and his stomach lining started kneading Carter into nutrients, Gavin laid back with his hands behind his head, watching his belly slowly work Carter down into nothing but a soup of bones and fuel.

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Gavin’s last belch brought up a bright white skull, gleaming with the evidence of a digested Carter. Gavin chuckled, picking it up and wiping away the juices it was soaked in. “Wow, little bro. You didn’t even try to escape your fate. Respect.”

Hefting himself up off his bed, Gavin deposited the skull on a shelf that he kept to commemorate his meals. Six other skulls already sat there, too recently placed to have collected any dust. With Carter’s skull taking its place among Gavin’s other victims, the predator stood back to admire the work his gut had done on all of these guys he’s swallowed up.

“Shit,” Gavin chortled, “we gotta get a handle on our appetite,” he spoke to his gut, which growled in response. “It’s only the second week of school, and look how much damage we’ve done. Ah well,” the nonchalant pred yawned, “that’s a problem for future me.”

Gavin stretched, yawned, patted his belly, and plopped himself back onto his bed, watching his stomach hypnotically as Carter slowly melted away, getting absorbed by Gavin’s body. As the ball-belly shrank, Gavin slowly drifted to sleep, letting the gurgles and churns lull the predatory man into a contented slumber, restoring his energy for hopefully another meal tomorrow.

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Eating the Boyfriend

I love you all. This was a fun request I did! Let me know what I should do next!

Three knocks graced the wooden door like a timid gorilla. James wasn’t quite sure if this plan would work, but his brain was flooded with reassuring dopamine because he had just come from the gym. His compression shirt clung tightly to his upper body as he shifted his weight and waited for Henry to open the door. Anxiously, James leaned in with his ear to the door, the wood crushing his ear in anticipation. Small shufflings and groans could be heard, then footsteps getting closer prompted the gym rat to step back and do his best to act natural. Slowly, the door creaked open and Henry’s blonde, messy bedhead made its appearance. 

Tucking the folds of his bathrobe against his sides, the taller man squinted through sleep and glanced at the door across the hall. In a sultry morning voice, Henry started, “James? What are you doing here? Didn’t you and McKenna break up a while ago?”

James scrunched his face and drooped his puffed-out chest, saying “Yeah. Uh, didn’t he tell you that I’d be stopping by to pick up some stuff? He’s out right now… He said you have a key?” He hoped he was a good enough liar to convince Henry, McKenna’s new closest friend. James tried to put on his best “mutual-breakup-not-at-all-broken-ex-boyfriend” face and tilted his head like a puppy in an attempt to convince Henry.

Fortunately, be it sleep-ridden haze or genuine belief, Henry reached over to a key holder and plucked McKenna’s apartment key that unlocked the imposing door right across the hall. That was one conflict solved. James dapped Henry up and told him that he was a good friend for McKenna. Still confused and sleep-deprived, Henry nodded and went back to sleep.

James twirled the bronze key by its ring around his index finger, plotting how to proceed. His pump was still in full effect, bulging his biceps outward significantly. McKenna used to love it when James flexed his bicep under McKenna’s chin, locking him in a jail of muscles and affection. The desperate bodybuilder felt his face flush as he recalled how wonderful being with McKenna was. Putting on a brave face, James approached his ex-boyfriend’s door and took a deep breath. Pushing in the key, he turned the lock.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. He had almost forgotten what McKenna’s apartment smelled like. The faint scent of cedar and pine lingered in the air. James quietly stepped in, discarding his gym bag on the couch where he and McKenna used to have their weekly movie night. A child-like giddy swelled in his heart as he remembered that the couple would be able to do that again… as soon as James dealt with the elephant in the room.

Checking his phone, the gym bro read 8:00 AM. McKenna loved to sleep in, so James had plenty of time to execute his plan. His stomach growled—he had neglected his pre-gym protein shake and post-gym meal for the sake of his attempt to win McKenna back. His abs were flat and defined, but he was ready and excited for that to change.

Keeping his footsteps light, James crept into the bedroom. McKenna was peacefully curled up and sleeping. His face was at ease and his brown fluffy hair framed him like a crown would a king. The ex-boyfriend had to hold himself back from walking over and kissing him. That would be for later—James always used to wake McKenna up with breakfast and kisses. For now, the most important thing was the man sleeping next to McKenna—Dominick. Dominick had gotten together with McKenna about a month after James and he had broken up, and nothing incited a fiery rage in James like this broad-shouldered, blonde, tall, tan guy that McKenna had been fooled by. The home-intruding hunk salivated at Dom’s sleeping form. He was much taller than James—6’2 to his 5’10, but that only made what he was about to do all the more sweet.

As he stepped closer, McKenna shifted in his sleep, making James falter. Looking over at his love, he pondered for a moment if what he was doing was right. The whole reason that McKenna broke up with James in the first place was because James had eaten McKenna’s entire friend group when they helped move them into their new apartment. He had stepped through the door with groceries in his hands only to find James splayed out on the couch with an engorged belly making visible bulges as his friends struggled inside. It wasn’t out of malice, though; James was just really hungry. McKenna had gotten so mad, and James struggled to take him seriously because of how pleasurable having three guys thrashing around in his belly was. As he belched in McKenna’s face, the young man broke up with James, which hardly felt real or appropriate, given James’ needs as a predator. From then on, James fantasized about this exact moment, crawling into bed with McKenna to apologize and make love to him. Unfortunately, Dom was in the way, so he needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Bending down at the foot of the bed, James tested the waters by sniffing Dominick’s feet. His stomach growled in a reactionary need. Smelling like sweet revenge and tenderized meat, James dared to lick up the length of his sole, sending shivers down his spine and up Dominick’s. This would feel incredible, and McKenna would surely take him back if there was no more Dominick to turn to. So, James wetted his lips and opened his mouth around Dom’s big toe, sucking on it like a lollipop. His soft skin’s unique flavor bloomed on the body-builder’s tongue, spreading to his brain and filling the young predator with an excessive amount of dopamine. Wanting to chase after this feeling, James opened up his mouth, slowly bowing his head down to envelop more of Dominick’s foot past his lips. The roof and floor of his mouth encased the tall prey’s foot like a silicone mold, adhering to his every vein and contour. A feeling of pride overwhelmed the hungry ex-boyfriend as he imagined what it would be like to force the rest of this stud behind his abs. With excitement, James inserted, ever so carefully, Dominick’s other foot into his mouth, sucking on both of them and coaxing out the flavor. His prey shifted ever so slightly, but James made sure he couldn’t remove his feet from his drooling gullet.

With his bright blue eyes staring intensely at the sleeping home-wrecker, James swallowed, feeling Dom’s feet push his throat outward with their girth. The motion pulled the prey down the bed, and James’ lips were wrapped around Dominick’s calves like a blanket. The predator worked slowly and methodically, as he knew that if either one of these guys woke up, that would put an end to James ever getting back with McKenna. This needed to go exactly how James wanted it. Brushing a curly lock from his eyes, James allowed more of Dom to enter his throat, feeling his esophagus slick his skin with saliva, lubricating his descent to the palace of James’ belly. The hunk rubbed his still-flat stomach and gulped down once more, feeling his hand stretch out in unison with his belly. His 6-pack was bloated now as if he had just consumed a bulk meal. However, James knew it could get bigger. Loud gurgles sounded out in the bedroom as Dominick slowly entered the broiling stomach chamber. James began to slowly and deliberately dry hump the edge of the bed as he continued swallowing up McKenna’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. The eroticism of swallowing another man whole was far too overwhelming to ignore. Dominick’s thick, savory thighs were coaxed down by an eager throat, the velvety walls begging to taste more and grow larger with a living meal. Dominick’s quads were incredible—he and McKenna clearly haven’t been skipping the gym once since the breakup.

As James pulled Dom further down the bed and closer to his desperate gut, which had now rounded out to the size of a mix between a volleyball and a basketball, he stopped for a moment when he arrived at Dom’s cock. He didn’t exactly know how to proceed, as Dominick’s thick penis was twitching to life, growing larger and more virile with each passing second. Instinctually, James swallowed that up too, angrily connecting that the two must’ve had sex last night if Dom was naked. The semi-hard cock in his mouth only grew harder once it was introduced to James’ mouth, even if it wasn’t for the right reasons. Just as James was about to swallow Dom’s bubbly ass and huge dick, he stirred.

“Mmm, Good morning, baby. Is that you?” The tan prey fluttered his eyes open and reached towards his dick, stroking James’ curly hair delicately.

Shit, James thought, quickly coming up with a plan to put Dominick back to sleep. He idly licked his meal inside his mouth, forgetting that that was the exact thing that made Dominick stir in the first place. Dom opened up his eyes and looked down, with a warm smile, expecting to see McKenna servicing his enormous, throbbing cock with eager love. Instead, he was met with McKenna’s ex with his entire lower body curled up in his stomach, which looked obscenely unnatural and overwhelmingly hot. One would be stupid not to recognize how attractive James was, and even Dominick knew this. However, that didn’t grapple with the fact that James, no matter how hot he may be, was swallowing him whole and alive.

Just as Dominick’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, James clamped his hand over his mouth and hoisted the two of them up in the air, practically capturing Dominick and holding him as a hostage. As James stood up to get better control over his prey, large sloshing sounds emanated from his belly which currently housed half of his ex’s new boyfriend. With haste, James (and Dominick’s upper half) rushed himself out of the room and into the living room. In the worst-case scenario, Dominick could wake up, but if McKenna had woken up, there would be no chance he could get back together with the jock, putting an end to James’ happily ever after.

The bodybuilder pushed himself belly-down on the couch, making Dominick look at him face up. Instantly, the prey began to fight back, swatting at James and trying to jam his fingers in the pred’s eyes. James was stuck, as he needed to keep one hand on Dom’s mouth so he wouldn’t cry for help, and, while this wasn’t nearly as noble, James couldn’t help but start pleasuring himself as he ate McKenna’s new boyfriend. The whole scene was so erotic to him, and as his gut slowly grew and bulged outwards, he reminded himself why he was the perfect boyfriend for McKenna. As his bicep flexed over and over with his piston-like movement along his much larger cock (James was much more well endowed than Dominick—another reason he was a better boyfriend for McKenna), pure peristalsis kicked in, making James devour Dominick in immense greed. The blonde prey watched his torso slowly sink past James’ lips, feeling his tight throat walls massage him and prepare the man for digestion. James stared at him with his intense, icy-blue eyes. Adrenaline was running like a river through both men, so fear was nonexistent—the only thing guiding the two was pure need: need for survival, and need for food.

As James' slimy tongue paraded over the ridges of Dom’s abs, the prey felt his lower half start contorting in a very odd way. James’ stomach was pushed against the couch cushion, and there was no longer any room to grow outward. He was sure the feeling must be uncomfortable for James too, yet his eyes had a look of pure anger, with a furrowed brow and unblinking, dilated pupils; however, what looked like anger to Dom was actually just laser focus for James—he knew he needed to get Dominick down quickly for this plan to proceed accordingly.

As James gobbled up Dom’s shoulders, he removed his hand from his prey’s mouth, opting to instead place it at the crown of Dom’s blond hair, pushing him down into his belly like the prey he was. James’ stomach gurgled intensely as it began coating Dominick in an obscene amount of digestive enzymes and juices. With very little fanfare, James swallowed several more times, choking down the rest of the big stud with determination. The heavy swallows echoed throughout the sunlit living room as McKenna’s boyfriend disappeared. James' belly grew out on all sides, rounding out into a massive sphere. His abs were still visible, though they were stretched across the roundness of his stomach, which was still impressive, given the fuss Dominick was making. The body-builder tilted his head up and languidly reveled in the feeling of McKenna’s now ex-boyfriend making his journey through James’ digestive tract. His diaphragm widened as his prey was suctioned down into the stomach chamber, giving the pred a sense of relief and accomplishment as his body began to prepare itself for digestion.

James glanced sideways at a mirror mounted on the wall. He tousled his hair and gingerly massaged his belly. Giving a little flex to the mirror, the eager-to-please boyfriend reassured himself that he looked great, and McKenna would be happy to have him back. He suppressed a belch whilst doing so, and his gut made an angry churning noise out loud. Rubbing his behemoth belly, James spoke to it, saying, “I know, I know. We just can’t wake up Kenny yet. In a bit, oka—MMPPH—okay?” A smack to the gut was necessary to contain all of the gas Dominick’s squirming stirred up.

Inside James’ beautiful ball belly, Dominick had very little light, but what he could see was a grotesque amount of liquid slicking the walls of James’ belly, making it impossible to get any grip or hold inside the hot chamber. The lining was kneading at Dom’s half-naked body, giving him something not too dissimilar to a deep-tissue massage. The squishy noises that were produced anytime anything moved made the prey want to vomit, and the fact that he was alone in this belly was even more nauseating. James had planned this out, and he had been leaving room in this gut expressly to wrap his lips around Dominick and digest him. Dom felt James rub over him obsessively, and every time he managed to shift and squirm over to one of James’ stomach openings, either to his throat or intestines, his belly jostled, nullifying all of his progress. This was sickening, and James seemed to take immense pleasure in feeling Dom struggle in his big, hungry belly. The glutton was going to take his life and his boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

To that end, James struts his bulging belly over to the bedroom and quietly takes Dom’s place next to McKenna, lying face up with a squirming belly making plenty of loud noises. In a daze, McKenna reactively turns over and drapes an arm around what he thought to be Dominick, muttering something about how warm he was. In actuality, James’ body was heating up to prepare to digest Dominick into a soup of bones and protein, but, if McKenna was comforted by it, then the pred wouldn’t complain. James caressed McKenna’s hand on his right pec, bouncing it anxiously because he didn’t want to disturb the sleeping angel in bed with him. After several tense minutes of making sure Kenny didn’t wake up, James relaxed, letting out a small belch into his fist—BBBUUUURRRRPPPP.

After an hour of easing tension and fully relaxing into one another, James was wrestled from his dozing by some forceful shaking. McKenna spat, “Wake up! Wake up, James,” with palpable venom laced on his tongue.

Shifting lazily, his gut made a loud bubbling noise as the pred stretched his arms out and rested a hand on McKenna’s nape. The boyfriend was looking down at James with a shifting, fearful look in his eyes. James smacked his lips several times and lazily gave a crooked smile at McKenna, remembering how lovely it was to wake up to the man who looked like a painting. James groaned in a deep, bassy morning voice in his posh British accent, “Good morning, my love. It’s nice to see you again.” James tried sitting up for a kiss, but McKenna moved away.

Shifting his emerald eyes to James’ bloated stomach, the smaller boyfriend asked, with a hint of fear wavering in his voice, “Is he…?” McKenna lightly placed his palm on James’ gurgling gut, feeling subtle movements within.

Before James could break the news gently to McKenna, his brain instantly produced the words that truly reflected how he felt: “Oh, yeah. He’s in here, alright. He belongs to my belly, and he feels incredible in there. I can feel him squirming around as he’s slowly getting digested, baby. Here, feel it. Feel how he’s breaking down to be my protein? My food?” James placed McKenna’s face right on the hot skin of his stomach. Then, with a jolt, he realized how he had just shot himself in the foot. He had meant to break the news lightly over kisses and breakfast, and now, here he was, bragging to McKenna how he had just swallowed his new boyfriend whole and enjoyed it. Sheepishly, James added, “Oh, uh,” he noted that McKenna was pushing his face harder into his stomach and rubbing his belly with both hands, “I’m sorry? And—” it was difficult to focus when McKenna was showing his belly attention. “And, ah, I was hoping we could give this—us—another chance? McKenna?” James involuntarily started bucking his hips as his boyfriend began to make out with his stomach, leaving glistening patches of saliva over the round sphere that contained Dominick. Once James jostled the smaller man’s shoulder, McKenna leaned back and looked up to the heavens.

“Thank God he’s gone. Oh, thank you, James. Thank you.”

The predator shifted awkwardly in the queen-sized bed, looking out the window of the Manchester flat, he saw the rest of the world beginning to wake up. James was many things, but being confused was rarely one of them. This had been so far from his expectations that he just sat there and looked from his belly to McKenna.

James’ boyfriend’s posh British accent cheered, “He was a nightmare. He never let me go out on my own, eat what I wanted, and hang out with people other than Henry. Seriously James, thank you. He was a controlling dickhead, and even when I asked him to, he would never leave.”

In a frown, the gears turned in James’ head, realizing that he had just done McKenna an incredible favor instead of a disservice. It seemed getting back together with him wouldn’t be that difficult after all. “So, uh—OOOUUUURRRRPPPPP—am I forgiven?”

McKenna just nodded and leaned in to kiss James, getting a full taste of his tongue. The two passionately made out as they did their best to rub James’ belly as much as they could. Eventually, their intimacy evolved to McKenna rubbing the underside of James’ belly and slowly licking up the shaft of James’ massive penis. The two tried narrating what they were doing just so Dominick would get irate inside the belly and struggle even more. It seemed to be working, but they could hardly tell under James’ immense amount of muscle that muffled the grown man trapped behind it all.

McKenna, having only been used to Dominick’s sizable yet much smaller cock, struggled to fit any of James into his mouth. James, however, still was so engrossed in pleasure that he didn’t even notice. After a hard jaw pop, McKenna managed to stuff James’ tip into his mouth, already feeling his throat tingle. James had purposefully remained abstinent so as to remain loyal to his boyfriend, and that acted as a double-edged sword. As soon as McKenna licked his tip after forcing it into his mouth, James came instantaneously, blasting a torrent of cum everywhere. His balls tightened and he unleashed an inhuman amount of sperm. The volume of baby-batter was too much to fit down McKenna’s throat, so he was shot away as the fire-hose stream of cum painted his face and the walls. After the initial shock of the hot white liquid hitting his face, McKenna repositioned himself and gulped down the gallons and gallons of cum James had stored up. The noise was methodical and rhythmic as James thrust his hips upward and felt McKenna’s small hands get dwarfed by his immense girth and length. Several minutes went by as James emptied into his boyfriend, showering his lover with “You’re doing great” and “You’re so beautiful like that.” Eventually, after McKenna managed to swallow about 90% of his load, he crawled back up to the head of the bed with James, wiping cum off of his face.

James licked him clean, calling him a good boy whilst doing so. McKenna blushed and burped lightly in his lover’s face from the Olympic-pool sized load he had just drank. Hearing that flipped a switch in the predator, turning into something similar to a proud dad. James smiled deeply, showing off his brilliant white teeth. Rubbing McKenna’s belly, the predator kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Now there’s a good boy. You know I’ve been waiting for you to do that for almost two months.”

“I can fuckin’ tell,” McKenna burped again, “I’ve never felt this full. I’m like a balloon the way you filled me up with cum,” McKenna joked, which only hardened James cock again. He still had plenty more loads left for McKenna, but right now, it seemed like this was all he could take.

To show his appreciation, James burped in McKenna’s face in kind, letting the spittle coat his lover’s face like a wedding veil.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Then, the two went on as normal. James swallowed lots of air so the digestion process was slow and brutal for Dominick because he would stay conscious for the duration of it. McKenna rubbed his belly and updated James on everything new happening in his life. The two fell back almost instantly to their old life, habits, and relationship. However, this time, they were much stronger than before, and James wouldn’t let anything come between him and McKenna from here on out.

P.S. This is James Beardwell, McKenna Crisp, and Dominick O'Callaghan on all social media platforms. You should definitely check out McKenna and Dominick's content--they're super cute together, and this story is purely the reflection of me being perverted. I just think James is a super great predator, and I hope you do too! Let me know if I should write more about him. :)

[funny-cat-noms]

Mind Flayer Snack

I got this as an commission, I hope you enjoyed.

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Jonathan scratched his neck, feeling off. He didn’t know he was possessed by the Mind flayer. Will could feel something is wrong, he looked up from the DND campaign he was making. Eleven didn’t have any idea what is happening, she was too invested in the pieces of the board.

Jonathan felt hungry, too hungry. He looked at his siblings, seeing food.

“Jonathan, are you feeling ok?” Will asked, his voice wavering in fear and worry.

Jonathan snapped out of it, not knowing what is coming over him, responding, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He was trying to figure out what is wrong with him, and why he wanted to eat them. He tried to shake it off. He just got hunger and hunger by the minute.

El picked up one of the dice and kept rolling it, adding the number she rolled to the last sum or number she got. Will didn’t mind, as long she didn’t lose it.

“Twenty-six” she mumbles, rolling it once more. It fell into a crack in the floor.

“Sorry!” She exclaimed, trying to get the dice with her powers.

Will sighed, “Don’t worry I got more.” He got up, and left for his room, giving the possessed teen a chance to get a snack.

He when and stands right in front of her.

“Hi, Jonny!” She said, looking up at him.

He didn’t respond.

“Jonny?” She asked, not liking the silence.

He grabbed her shoulder.

“Jonathan, please say something!” She mumbled.

He licked her face in response. Before she could register what was happening, he shoved her in his mouth.

It was all happening too fast for El, and not knowing what was going on, she began to struggle.

The Mind Flayer enjoyed the girl's struggles, keeping her head in the possessed boy's maw.

After a while he tilted his head up, swallowing the girl down to his stomach. He felt his neck, feeling the girl struggling on the way down. He pants in relief as the girl finally reached his stomach.

El finally understands what is going on and started to struggle more and more.

“LET ME OUT!” She screamed, crying now.

She was scared that he was going to digest her, she didn’t want to die. She kept struggling.

The possessed boy squeezed his oversized stomach, happy that the girl was out of the way of his plans, maybe he could score Will as a bonus snack.

Little did he know is Will saw the whole thing. The younger boy realized immediately what was going on and ran to his room, looking for a lighter.

It didn’t take long to find it but he didn’t have something to heat up with it. He looked around, finding a misplaced metal DND piece. He picked it up, starting to heat it, as he left his room.

He winces in pain as the small metal piece heated it. He was pretty sure he would have no fingerprints after heating it.

He walked up behind his brother, pressing the burning piece into his neck.

The other boy screamed in pain, trying to grab the piece out of Will’s hand.

The Mind Flayer quickly left Jonathan’s body.

He fainted, El still in his stomach. Will panicked not knowing what to do.

“Will?” El asked, pressing her hand to the stomach she was snuck in.

“Yeah it’s me”

“Am I going to die?!”

“No”

“Why did he eat me?”

“He was possessed, by the Mind Flayer”

“Oh…” she said, hugging herself.

“You should get comfortable, you might be there in a while.” He said, putting his head on his stomach. He knew his sister has calmed down.

She just nods, snuggling herself.

She liked the warmth of her brother’s stomach. She snuggles into it.

She and Will eventually falling asleep, snuggle into Jonathan, one more than the other one.

When Jonathan woke up he immediately lets her out and apologizes deeply, and promise it won’t ever happen again.

El forgave him easily, kinda sad she was out of the warm stomach, but smiled, knowing that he would never hurt her.

[spookurbeanz]

Can we get more pred and prey Steve HCs for your Vampire Eddie stuff?

Sure!

Also feel free to send your own hcs too!

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Eddie:

• He can hold up to ten people in his stomach, so if everyone is in danger he stuffs them all down into his belly(yes everyone, even Hopper and Murray) gently pressing on his slightly rounded belly, trying to calm everyone down.

• He will sometimes carry Steve around in his maw, occasionally letting his jaws hang open, so Steve knows what's going on.

• This also inspires him to do the same with the kids as if he was a mama alligator (Robin definitely points this out to him.)

• He playfully will nibble on people, but he is very very very gentle, I mean what do you expect, he's a sweetheart.

• Eats people during DnD games, especially Will or Dustin, putting them in 'tummy jail'. Which was actually Will's idea.

• Can literally reach down his throat, and does this to spook Steve, whether he's in his belly or not.(because wouldn't yoy be frightened if a hand appeared in a stomach above you lol)

• Is a very loving and cuddly pred, acts similar to a cat, example: licking people, play-fighting(is careful bc of his teeth and claws), and carrying them in between his teeth by the back of the shirt.

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Steve:

• When he gets used to the whole 'Eddie likes to eat people' thing(which takes almost a year if not longer)he will sometimes participate in DnD just to spend some time in Eddie's mouth or belly.

• Sometimes Eddie goes to the upside down, and Steve tags along in his belly, but hates the weird trippy gravity stuff.

•Mostly sleeps in Eddie's belly, it has become basically his second bedroom(and yes, he takes pillows, blankets, and other items in there too)

•Has definitely wrestled Eddie's tongue, because Eddie was being annoying and kept poking, licking, and flopping it around Steve

•If he is upset with anyone or anything sometimes he will just walk up to Eddie, wriggling between his lips and curl up in the vampire's mouth, because of the darkness and the sound of Eddie's breathing calms him.

•Doesn't like being referred to as food, but on rare occasions will tolerate it.

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[popvore]

Pumpkin Pie

Enjoy this Thanksgiving themed story. In which Scott has a lot to be grateful for. Derek... Not so much.

Scott had a nice, warm smile as he looked around the table. This was where he wanted to be for Thanksgiving. All of his friends and family were laughing, grateful for what they had, and reminiscing about the year. There were even some talks about Christmas plans, which Scott was very excited about. Apparently, they all wanted to go skiing before the big holiday. As Scott took another bite of his turkey, he rolled the idea around in his head. It was certainly an audacious plan, brought up by Jackson no less. Although Scott couldn't decide whether or not he thought it was a good idea. Despite having two plates, he was still quite peckish. As he was about to excuse himself to get another, he noticed Derek walk outside to catch some fresh Thanksgiving air. Scott excused himself and followed Derek out onto the porch deck.

“Need to get away?” Scott stood beside Derek. The sun hadn't dipped below the horizon yet. The entire backyard and Beacon Hills were bathed in a lovely autumn glow.

Derek sighs. “For a little bit. Doesn't help that I can still hear everything that's going on. But the weather is nice, this evening was great, I'm just reflecting on it is all.”

Scott went to say something profound, but all that came out was a small burp.

“Ahaha, sorry. I think I am thankful for the food. It's terrific. Mason and Corey are good cooks.” Scott would have to thank them later. They had done most of that heavy cooking. And even though Scott's belly was still begging for food, anybody who cooked on Thanksgiving was worthy of second and third helpings of gratitude.

“Yeah, they are good cooks. Happy you brought them in the pack, Scott.” Derek says quietly, but his voice is still filled with gratitude. They stood there for a long bit, just taking in the moment. Not that it lasted long, because Scott's belly ends up growling again.

“Not that I don't mind the company,” Derek said as he looked at Scott. He was wearing a nice Brown sweater that was jutting out just a little bit, thanks to all the food Scott had helped himself to. The True Alpha had himself a lovely little food baby.” But if you're hungry, you can head back inside, you don't need to stay out here with me.”

Scott went to object, but his belly growled again. He rubbed over his little pot belly before he gave Derek a cheeky smile.” You know you're probably right, but I think I know why I came out here. Aside from checking on you.”

Derek raises an eyebrow.” Oh yeah, and what is that?”

Derek doesn't get an answer to his question. Instead, he gets gripped by Scott with alarming and hungry strength. Derek knew that being the true Alpha gave him a slight edge in power, but this was something more primal. Derek is so caught off guard that he doesn't try to get out at first, which is a big mistake. Because before too long, he is staring down into Scott's mouth and squished inside!

The hungry Wolf tastes all over Derek's face and determines that he was exactly what he was looking for. He tugs Derek and more towards the back of his mouth. Derek's stubble, hair, and face are all slathered with Scott's saliva before he gets gulped down. Scott steadily took in Derek's neck and shoulders. Those rounded shoulders should have been an issue, but Scott's status makes short work of those boulders. Scott pushes them on down as it creates a bulge in his neck.

It was then that Derek started to struggle and tried to use his beefy biceps to break free. However, Scott still had them clamped to Derek's side. All the while Scott nibbled on Derek's hefty chest. The wolf drooled all over it as he was shoved inside, no differently than the many Thanksgiving staples Scott had eaten tonight. Before too long, those arms had also been stuffed down alongside Derek's abs. Scott's throat continues to bulge as he devours more of the studly wolf. Those lips of his, clothes around Derek's hands as Scott completely consumes the entirety of Derek's upper half.

Derek's journey is hot and slimy. The Wolf passes by that excitable heartbeat on his way down. Derek was only able to grumble and kick his legs, realizing it was utterly hopeless. Soon, he passes through the ring into Scott's belly. Although his head was first, the rest of his body would soon follow. Especially as Scott chomps and tastes over Derek's ass. Happily drawing out all of the flavors that he can as Derek kicks his legs feebly. The wolf only gets a temporary relief when Scott swallows his massive buttocks. Only to realize that more of him was joining Scott's belly.

Gulp after gulp sends more of Derek down. Scott's Brown sweater is completely exposed, showing Scott's tanned belly. It rapidly fills Derek's belly to a grateful state. Derek squishes up against turkey, mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese, Ham, green beans, corn, etc. Becoming the latest dish to be served to Scott. All while his legs are slurped up and dropped within. No longer needing to use his hands, Scott runs his hands over that full belly. It was getting hot with Derek being dropped inside, but it felt nice against the cool air. Scott takes in those long, muscular legs, thighs, and calves, until nothing but Derek's shoes remain.

The true Alpha takes a moment to remove Derek's sneakers and leave him, just with his socks. They clatter to the ground and leave Derek's socked feet wiggling. The true Alpha takes a moment just to rub over Derek's squirming gut of Derek. It felt so good to stuff himself like this. Mason and Corey's cooking was good, but having a belly filled with live wolf meat was nothing compared to that. Felt like Derek was meant to fill his belly and make it heavy and round. Scott took a couple of moments longer to appreciate it, then pushed those feet in and tipped his head back. Derek's legs went down Scott's throat and joined Derek at the bottom.

There is a visible bounce as Scott's belly sags and attempts to become round with its delicious new content. Scott is no longer a hungry Wolf, but a fat and satisfied one. He runs his hands all over the massive bulge as Scott blows out of his mouth. Now he was genuinely feeling the aftereffects of Thanksgiving. The happy wolf plays with his belly button and can feel Derek squirming from the other side. Scott chuckles as he holds his belly from the underside.

“To answer your question, the reason I came out here was to eat you! You are my dessert, Derek! Better than any pumpkin pie that's for sure!” Scott gloated. He didn't want to be mean to Derek, but it was true. He tasted better than any pumpkin pie ever could. Derek seemed to disagree with that idea as he began to struggle quite a bit. Scott watched as his belly bounced and grumbled. It went on for quite some time before Scott slaps the side of it, before inevitably letting up a huge belch.

BWAAAAAOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPP!

“Whew…” Scott listened as he had apparently set off the car alarms. He threw back his head with laughter as he rubbed over the top of his belly gently. He could tell that Derek was still struggling within, but the burp had tightened up the belly. His outline could be seen as Scott stretched his arms above his head, taking that immense sphere with him. With the aftereffects of the burp, the heaviness of Derek and all the other food, Scott felt a little queasy. Scott let out a big yawn before turning to walk back into the house. His belly filled with Derek, who entered before he did.

The festivities were moved to the living room, and Scott didn't want to disturb. So instead, he turns down the hall and heads towards one of the bedrooms. His Derek filled gut bounces with every step. Scott opens the door to one of them and then falls into the bed, starfish style. His massive belly wiggles and moves on top of them, but there was nothing Derek could do. He was a prisoner, a passenger, Scott's little pumpkin pie. And his belly reminded him of that by squeezing him as Scott placed one hand possessively on the top. The top of the dome is slapped happily. The True Alpha burps to the side and chuckles.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Derek.” Scott said as he drifted off to sleep. Derek grumbled as he was forced to curl up inside that snoozing wolf. Scott's hand never left the top of his belly as Derek could feel it. As if it alone kept Derek from breaking free. In the end, Derek would end up passing out before Scott's belly digests him. When morning came the next day, Scott would find his belly to be nice and round, while the rest of him was a bit more husky. Scott stretched, scratched the underside of his belly, and would have no idea that a little tattoo of Derek was plastered underneath. A reminder to Scott of where Derek was and an advertisement to others that Scott had claimed Derek Hale as nothing more than belly fat.

Scott becoming just a little bit more husky after consuming Derek...

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Mike wiped his forehead as he set the last load from the daily delivery truck onto his dolly and waved at the driver, letting him know he was clear to back out. As the man backed down the bakery alley, he waved back to Mike, who was pushing an entire load of flour up a short ramp by the door alone. As he pushed the door open, he heard a familiar voice behind him and sighed deeply in frustration.

"Well, well, they really did get the right guy to move the heavy stuff."

"Not today, Alan."

"Oh, right, I forgot someone gets cranky when people compliment him."

"Not people, you." Mike rolled the dolly to the closet where they kept the dry ingredients and started unloading them, his thick arms bulging as he set the hefty flour bags onto the shelf.

He turned around and saw Alan standing in the doorway, looking him up and down like a cut of meat.

"You can't be back here Alan, what the fuck, get out!" he shouted.

"Oooh, feisty. You gonna slap me, daddy? Choke me a little, spit in my mouth?"

Mike grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the supply room as Alan laughed.

"What are you gonna do big boy, call the cops on me? I'm sure they'd looooove to hear what I have to say."

Mike stopped dead, still holding Alan by the collar.

"Yes officer, that's him! I saw him do it! He said he'd eat me too if I told, boo hoo!" Alan said in a mocking tone.

Mike released his collar and looked down at him, fuming but knowing he was powerless to do anything else.

"Now that's a good boy," Alan said as he straightened his shirt, "how about you follow me in here and keep being good?" He tugged Mike's shirt in the direction of the supply room, but he didn't budge.

"Alan please, I-"

"I own you," Alan said in a much more aggressive tone, "I caught you red handed eating that stupid slut from grindr and I got it on video." He stuck his finger in the middle of Mike's chest and smiled, "so how about you and be go back in that closet, you be a good boy, and give me what I came here for?"

Mike looked down, feeling defeated. "Everyone else is gonna be here in half an hour, can't we-"

"Then you better stop bitchin' and get on your knees." Alan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the supply closet, this time with Mike right behind him. The door closed behind them and Alan started to undo his pants. "What a good boy. Come on, on your knees," he said in the most degrading tone he could muster.

Mike stopped in the middle of the room and started at him. "Is this just how it is now?"

"You're mine now, handsome. This is what you do."

Mike looked at the floor for a moment. Fuck it, he thought to himself. He closed the gap between them in two steps and shoved Alan against the shelf. Hard.

Alan fell to the ground, the breath knocked out of him and his pants around his ankles. "Wh... what... the fuck?" he wheezed. He pulled up his pants as he stood, backing away from Mike and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Mike grabbed his hand firmly, squeezing the tendons in his wrist until he yelped in pain and dropped the phone. They both looked down at hit as Mike put his full weight on it with the heel of his boot, the screen letting out a crunching sound as it splintered and popped apart.

As Mike loosened his grip, Alan met his eyes and his blood ran cold. "M-Mikey, c'mon man. I won't bug you anymore, I swear."

"No, you will."

"No, no man I swear I won't ever come near you again, just lemme go."

"I don't believe you."

"Mikey please-"

"Don't call me Mikey. You lost that right a long time ago."

"Baby-"

"Shut up!" Mike yelled as he gripped Alan by the shoulders, "I can't fucking stand you anymore. I should've done this a long time ago!"

"No, no!" Alan said as Mike opened his mouth wide. Stuffing Alan's head into his throat, he gripped him like a vice as he squirmed, slowly engulfing his shoulders as his head slid deeper into his gullet.

Alan's screams were muffled by the Mike's throat, but no one was around to hear them even if they hadn't been. Mike swallowed him down quickly, his thin, small frame easily slide into Mike's tall, broad body. As his waist passed Mike's mouth, he felt warm breath on his cock before it slid across his tongue, and down Mike's hungry throat with the rest of him.

On the outside, Mike was surprised how easy he was going down. He had been a small guy, but he was slipping into his stomach far easier than any other guy he'd ever eaten. As Alan's thighs started to go down, he leaned up and let gravity slide him the rest of the way in. His mostly-flat belly was bowed out and squirming, growing larger as the rest of Alan tumbled into his stomach. Giving one last gulp, he felt his body expand as his meal finished settling in.

He picked the phone up off the floor and started out the door towards his car. His white work shirt was riding up his belly significantly, but he kept an extra large in his trunk in case of an unexpected meal. Despite being muffled, Mike's yelling could be heard from inside of him, so he hurried, his belly swaying as he jogged across the back alley.

Alan kicked violently as he slipped his shirt over his head and pulled out the large button-up that looked like his usual wear.

"Please! Please don't do this!" Alan pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"

Mike flexed his abs as he put on the shirt, squeezing Alan painfully as he cried out. Once the final button was done, he tossed the apron onto himself and slipped back in. Checking himself in the mirror, he was definitely rounder, but as long as he stayed out of the way, no one would notice.

"Mikey, please, let me out!"

Ah, right. That, he thought to himself. Time to start the electric mixer I guess.

The surface of his stomach shifted and squirmed as he looked over that days pickup orders, deciding which ones to pick out first. His stomach groaned and gurgled as he scooped out ingredients into the mixer, Alan's panicked form making bulges and movements under his clothes as he worked. Just as his coworkers were coming in, he flipped the switch and the loud mixer drowned out any sounds Alan was making.

As they entered, he kept his back to them, giving a friendly wave over his shoulder but otherwise pretending to work at the counter on the far wall. When they walked into the front to begin opening up, he quickly slipped into the walk-in and grabbed all the ingredients he needed to start working on the filling for the pastries, avoiding everyone's gaze while his stomach worked overtime trying to shut up his meal.

Pouring the various fruits and liquids into the pot to start making a fruit filling, he winced in pain as Alan started kicking against him frantically. Turning the heat down, he looked around the room and started for the employee bathroom when he nearly walked directly into his coworker Marshall.

"Oh, hey Mike, you get started on those orders?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got the first one going, just gotta step to the bathroom real quick, waiting on the water to boil."

"Cool, cool." Marshall walked away and Mike let out a sigh of relief that he'd completely missed the movement in his midsection.

Locking the door behind him, Mike hung up his apron and leaned on the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his fuzzy, bloated belly.

"God, you're almost more annoying like this," he said to Alan, who squirmed in response. "What's wrong, not having fun in there?" he taunted, "is my belly gross and uncomfortable?"

Alan's muffled voice was barely audible, "please, let me out, I won't say nothin' to anyone, please!"

Mike grinned and rubbed his belly, "I don't know, after months of this bullshit it's nice to have the upper hand for a little while. Besides," he said letting out a little moan, "it feels good."

Alan let out a sob and kicked as Mike rubbed the firm surface of his belly.

"Mmm, just like that. I can't wait to feel you sliding around in my guts tomorrow."

"You're a fucking monster!"

"I thought that's what you loved about me," Mike cooed as he rubbed his belly firmly, "that and my biceps. I bet I'm gonna get some good gains out of you, been a while since I've eaten a man."

Alan made no noise in response other than a muffled yell as he punched and kicked in vain.

"Mmm, keep doing that. Feels so good, almost makes me wish my stomach wasn't gonna pulverize you." Mike's stomach let out a low grumble and he chuckled, "almost."

He buttoned his shirt and threw his apron back on, washing his hands quickly and heading back out the door and to the kitchen where his pot was starting to boil. He went back to his job, the squirming in his stomach slowing down considerably as he worked. The time passed quickly as he rolled, shaped, baked, filled, and packaged the pastries for the afternoon pickup. Leaning back on the table, he wiped his forehead on the back of his wrist as Marshall walked by.

"Damn bud, big lunch?" he said as he walked by.

Mike's eyes widened and he scrambled for a reply. "Oh, yeah, I'm on a bulk right now," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey man, clearly whatever you do works," Marshall laughed back. He gave Mike's belly a pat as he walked past, "just keep off the customer orders and we're all good."

Mike laughed and started filling up the mixer again, feeling his heart slow down to a normal rate again. The pat disturbed Alan enough he started to shift around again and Mike gave his belly a gentle rub while he was alone. "Shh, just relax," he whispered, "no more fighting."

As if answering for Alan, his stomach let out a low grumble.

"There you go," he whispered as he gave his belly a pat.

He switched the mixer on and went back to work, the kicking and thrashing replaced by shifting, squeezing aches as his stomach worked on Alan's body. As he popped open a set of boxes to fill up, his evening coworker showed up and put on his apron.

"Woah, dude," Tyler said looking at his belly.

"Oh, uh. I'm uh... bulking," Mike said nervously.

"Oh. Okay," Tyler said, "one hell of a bulk, what'd you eat?"

"Just a big lunch. Buffet spot."

"Cool man. We got any more orders left?"

"Just this one, gotta fill the boxes and put the stickers on 'em."

"Neat, Marshall is good up front so I'll help."

"You don't-" Mike tried to say as Tyler read the sheet and went back for the pastries.

He returned quickly and set the tray down on an empty spot on the table. Mike handed him one of the first boxes he had ready and he started to fill it, taking his time to make sure the warm pastries were arranged neatly.

Every minute they had to stand close to each other Mike got more nervous, trying his best to focus on assembling the boxes. As he handed Tyler the next one his stomach let out a low groan and he caught Tyler's eyes wandering towards his belly.

As he popped open another box, his stomach let out smaller groans and wet digestive sounds. Tyler could clearly hear them, but was feigning ignorance and ignoring it. The timer on the mixer buzzed and it slowed to a halt, the background noise slowly fading out. When the room was completely quiet, the low grumbles of his stomach echoed on the walls.

Tyler kept glancing at his belly and Mike kept looking away nervously as he put the final box together and started to fill them himself. Unlike Tyler's precise placement, Mike simply filled the box and moved to the next one, desperate to get away from the table.

"Hey man, no need to rush, last order of the day right? We just gotta clean up and wait for closing time."

"Yeah, yeah, just eager to sit down is all."

Tyler nodded and kept working, the two of them finishing quickly. "Alright, you sit back, I got cleanup."

"I can-"

"I got it, I got it," Tyler insisted, "you did all the other orders without me, I'll at least clean up."

Mike was in no mood to argue over it and sat down on a chair in the back of the kitchen. "Thanks, man." As Tyler swept up and wiped the counters down, Mike leaned back, his stomach starting to really pick up in intensity, groaning and gurgling loud enough Tyler could hear it across the room.

Just as Tyler was finishing up, Marshall walked in, wiping his hands and shutting off the lights up front. "Alright boys, closing time. I got the front locked up. Mike, try not to throw your back out on this bulk, we need a baker and your ancient mixer scares the shit out of me."

All three of them laughed as Marshall grabbed his keys and slipped out the back.

Mike stood up and started towards the employee office to grab his own keys as Tyler came in behind him.

"So... what'd you actually eat?"

Mike froze. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you do."

Mike turned and looked at Tyler. He was short and scrawny, Mike could probably lift him with one hand. He took a step towards Tyler, cornering him and nearly pressing his belly against him. "I think I'm not sure what you're tryin' to say."

Tyler's face turned red as Mike's belly was directly in front of him. "I-I, uh."

God I hate double-entrees, Mike thought to himself as he steeled himself to force Tyler down too. "You what?"

"I... think you look good... like this," Tyler said, a mixture of fear and arousal in his voice as the reality of the situation started to hit him.

"Like what?"

Tyler swallowed. "Please don't eat me, I've known a while, I think it's hot," he said quickly and nervously.

Mike was caught off guard by how forward he was and furrowed his brow. "I uh. Oh."

"Yeah, uh. Can I... touch?"

Mike blinked a few times. "Sure, go ahead."

Tyler's eyes widened as he touched Mike's belly. "Fuck, it's so firm."

Mike took off his apron and started unbuttoning his shirt before Tyler took over. He backed away from the corner and leaned back on the table in the middle of the room as Tyler slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gently touched his belly. Opening it slowly, Tyler looked Mike in the eyes as he gently rubbed the sides of his belly. "When?"

"This morning, just before we opened."

"Holy shit, is he still moving?"

"No, he stopped a little while ago."

"Fuck... that's so hot."

Mike snorted, "you like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Do... do you like it like that, or is it just eating?"

"Oh, I like it like that too," Mike said with a wink.

Tyler bent down and kissed the top of Mike's belly and looked up at him. He kissed down the surface slowly, lowering onto his knees as he reached the underside of Mike's belly. As he undid Mike's pants, he ran his tongue around his bellybutton, sticking it deep in and nibbling the surface of his firm, round belly.

"Fuck, keep going," Mike moaned softly.

Tyler slid his pants down and was greeted by Mike's hard, thick cock in his face. He slid his lips over the tip slowly, getting it nice and wet as he bobbed further and further down. The head of his cock pressed hard against Tyler's throat as he reached the bottom, his firm, fuzzy underbelly pressed against Tyler's face.

He bobbed up and down on Mike's cock as Mike gently tugged his hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Mike moaned.

Tyler let out a soft moan as Mike started to thrust hard into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and using him like a fleshlight.

"I'm... oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned as he started to shoot. He gripped Tyler's hair tightly and let out a low, husky moan as Tyler eagerly swallowed the load he pumped down his throat. He licked Mike's cock clean and sat back on his knees, panting and fixing his hair.

"Are you... still.. gonna eat me?" Tyler panted.

"Did you want me to?" Mike said with a grin.

"No, no but I wanna watch."

"I think I can arrange that."

Tyler smiled, "I'd like that."

"Do that with your mouth again, and I'll give you anything you like," Mike said as he buttoned his shirt.

Tyler stood and ran his hand along Mike's bloated stomach, "oh, I'll do that any time you want." He leaned in for a kiss and Mike followed through, kissing him gently on the lips.

"How about my place, this weekend?"

"Need me to bring a friend?" Tyler asked with a sly grin.

"Oh I have a dinner guest in mind," Mike chuckled, "just bring yourself."

The headed towards the door together, and before splitting off to their respective cars Mike paused, "oh, and bring some lube, too."

Tyler smiled and nodded, "see you then."

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How about predator who’s having huge indigestion/belly ache from the person he ate, and he’s struggling very much with hiding his belly because prey is melting much longer than he expected?

this got very long, so I'm gonna have to write a second part another time. I liked this idea, and I thought it would be kind of a hot twist for the pred to get caught and have to eat the person who figured them out. I hope you like it!

Derek sighed and stretched, the warm water of the shower running down his distended, shaking belly. A hot shower after choking down a hookup always felt amazing, and this one was putting up a huge fight.

He sighed and patted the sides of his belly, "hey, shhh, it's okay, you're gonna hurt yourself fighting like that."

The man in his stomach yelled something he couldn't make out, but sounded very angry.

He turned the water off and stepped out, drying off with a towel as he stepped up to the mirror to fix his hair. The smooth surface of the counter was cold as his belly brushed it while he leaned in close to the fogged up glass, making sure to get the part even. He wiped the glass with a towel and stepped back, getting a good look at his stomach.

Derek was 6'11" and built like a brick wall, and his latest lucky meal was a 5'2" twiggy twink he had picked up online. He let out a long burp and gave his belly a rub while he thought to himself, I give him a few hours and no one will know.

He wandered towards the kitchen, his stomach shaking and kicking, and searched the fridge for a beer. When there was nothing in the door he took a deep breath and bent down to check the lower shelves, his meal thrashing as the contents of his stomach went sloshing forward.

Ah FUCK, I forgot to get the beer first!

Absently rubbing the bottom of his gut while leaning on the fridge door, he questioned whether it would be worth an in-and-out at the gas station down the street. The cashier is usually high and it's a weekday... maybe if I wear the baggy hoodie... he was kind sm-

Derek let out a pained moan, his meal had just given him a pretty solid kick. He flexed his abs back hard in response, squeezing his entire core on the man trapped inside until he started to shout.

"Don'tchu fuckin kick me like that again. I can squeeze harder than that, I'll break your fuckin arm. I'm not lettin you out, but I can make this hurt," he said as he gave another mild squeeze with his abs.

He heard a whimper in reply and went to get his big hoodie. Now he needed a beer.

The biggest hoodie in the house barely covered his belly, but it was bulky enough he just looked like he'd had a huge meal if he leaned forward a little. He slipped out, hood up, and tried to quietly slip to his car.

Two steps out, he almost walked directly into his neighbor.

"Oh hey man!"

"Oh, uh, hey Kenny," Derek said, trying not to lose his balance stepping out of the way.

"Really great day out today, it's finally warming up," Kenny said smiling as he turned the key in his apartment door.

"Oh, yeah, yeah it's great. Gotta, uh, go do some stuff."

"You alright man?" Kenny said, pausing before going in.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just woke up late," Derek lied. He felt his meal shift, pushing into the front of his stomach. He moved his hand to cover the spot and turned around quick, unsure how much Kenny had seen, "I gotta get goin, good to see you man."

"Yeah, you too," Kenny said in a slightly different tone.

Fuck I hope he didn't see that.

Derek put his hands in his pockets and walked across the lot to his car, the heavy weight in his stomach starting to weigh him down. He practically fell down into the seat of his car and leaned back for a moment, rubbing his sore belly. It felt like the guy in there had been doing backflips the whole walk, and his stomach was starting to wake up.

He tried to sit the seat up, but was immediately stopped when his gut pressed hard into the steering wheel. Derek sighed, repositioned the seat, and cranked the car. At least my feet reach the pedals, he thought to himself as his stomach gave an uncomfortable groan.

The entire way to the store, his stomach bubbled and churned as the man inside struggled against his waking digestive system. He parked and leaned back in the seat again, patting his gut as it let out a low, unhappy groan. "Buddy you have got to stop moving so much."

Derek got out and walked inside the almost-empty gas station and headed straight for the beer cooler in the back. He picked up a single 24 pack and felt another rough bump from inside. After a long sigh, he reached down and picked up another and headed for the door, only to be see that the previously empty store was now packed with about a dozen people.

He steeled himself and pushed forward. Two people blocking the first aisle, one person in the second but standing in the dead center... ah, I see a path, he said to himself as he slipped around a kid spreading out candy bars on the bottom shelf and counting them. He stepped into the next aisle through a gap between them and had to take a quick step back when two kids running through the store almost ran right into him.

His meal gave a solid nudge against one of his organs and he lurched to the side, bumping belly-first into a display rack filled with individually wrapped muffins. As it tipped Derek tried to catch it, but his newly-weighted stomach knocked him off balance and he lost his footing, hitting the ground alongside it, plastic wrapped sweets sliding across the floor.

Derek was dazed and blinked a few times to get his bearings as he tried to stand, but couldn't quite do a full sit-up.

"You alright, mate?"

Derek looked to the side and saw a hand reached out. The man reaching out was tall, decently built, and had a thick aussie accent.

Oh fuck, he's hot

He took the man's hand and stood up, picking up the stand with his other hand and setting it back where it went.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," Derek managed to put together.

"Yeah you took a hard fall there mate," the man said as he picked up a few muffins off the ground.

Derek realized everyone in the store had just watched him wipe the fuck out, including this incredibly hot man who was now helping him clean up.

Oh no, he's hot

"Y-yeah, just lost my balance there," Derek said as he picked up a few muffins too and set them back on the display.

Unthinkingly, Derek stood up to full height as the man turned around and looked up at him. He froze while putting a muffin back, his mouth slightly open.

"You uh. Glad you're good. Good you're uh, on your feet," the stranger said with a very familiar look.

Derek smiled, suddenly a lot less embarrassed. The man had a handsome face, a thick blonde mustache with dark brown eyes, and the tanktop he was wearing showed off nice arms and a cute beer belly. He seemed so tall from the ground, but now Derek could see he was at least a foot taller than the man.

"I'm uh Joshua. Josh. I'm Josh."

Derek's stomach gave a low grumble as his meal shifted again, rippling the surface of his hoodie.

Josh's eyes widened and Derek grabbed both cases of beer. "I gotta go," Derek said, taking a step forward.

"W-wait!" Josh said, taking a step in front of him, "I uh.. do you.." he started. He lifted his arm and scratched behind his head while he tried to form the words and Derek did everything he could to stop from darting his eyes right to his pit. His stomach let out another groan and the movement under his hoodie was obvious this time.

"Do you want to go to dinner? I uh. Can bring a friend," he said, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

It took a second for what he was asking to process, but when it did Derek's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'd like that."

His stomach let out another gurgle, like water flowing through a pipe, and someone looked over from the next aisle. "I gotta get going though."

Josh took out a pen and wrote a phone number on the side of Josh's beer box. "Just uh. Y'know, gimme a text."

Derek smiled and went over to the line, his stomach starting to pick up in intensity. He could feel it starting to squeeze and fill with juice by the way it sloshed when he walked. He leaned forward to hide the movements under the jacket as he waited for the person in front of him to pay, his stomach making increasingly loud, increasingly wet groans.

The person in front of him took his receipt and looked at Derek as he passed, clearly unhappy with the noise. He put up both cases on the counter and set his card against the chip reader, using his other hand to lean on the counter. The constant weight in his stomach was starting to turn from a dull ache to a steady pain as he heard the card reader beep.

"Keep the receipt," he said as he took the cases and slipped out the door.

...

When he got home, he set both cases down on the couch and kicked his shoes off to the side. His stomach ached and he was ready t-

The doorbell rang.

Oh my god please let me sit, he thought to himself.

He looked through the peephole and saw Kenny. Oh fuck, he saw.

After taking a deep breath, Derek opened the door.

"Hey man, what's up?" Derek said quickly.

"Hey man, can I come in for a sec?"

"Y-yeah, sure, why?"

Kenny stepped inside, "hey, y'know, we've been neighbors for a while, right? I uh, I see stuff. I see guys go in, I see... only you come out. I'm not dumb, I know what's goin on. I know where all the protein for that bulk comes from," he said laughing.

Derek was silently staring down at him.

Kenny stopped laughing and his smile dropped. "Look man, I got stuff in my apartment I don't want the cops going through. You can't be going out all..." Kenny mimed having a bloated stomach and Derek felt a bead of sweat running down his neck.

"All what, Kenny?"

Kenny froze, locking eyes with Derek. He reached for the doorknob but Derek was fast, grabbing him by the wrist so hard it hurt.

"A-Ah! Dude stop, stop! It doesn't have to be like this!"

Derek let go of his wrist and shoved Kenny down the hall. He turned the deadbolt and tossed his sweatshirt on the couch as Kenny stood up and tried to get his balance. He looked up and froze when he saw Derek approaching, the distinct shape of a man still shifting just underneath the muscles of his stomach.

"O-oh fuck. I-is... dude what the fuck."

The man struggled inside Derek's body, kicking and yelling. Derek could make out one word: "run."

Kenny crawled backwards until he hit the wall. When the meal in Derek's stomach gave another hard kick to his kidney, he flexed his abs hard, the vein in his forehead popping out. Kenny's blood ran cold when he heard a sickening crunch.

"Should have minded your own business, man."

Kenny tried to make a dash for the door, but Derek reached down and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him into a wall.

"Here man, since you're so curious," Derek said as he shoved Kenny to his knees and pushed his belly against the side of Kenny's head, "have a listen."

Kenny struggled and tried to push Derek back, but he was stronger than he could have imagined. He grabbed Kenny by the neck again and lifted him to his feet.

"I think his name started with an 'A'," Derek said as he made a strange face. His stomach gurgled and a few seconds later he coughed up a slimy, half-digested wallet. He opened it and looked at the license inside and showed Kenny, "I was right! His name was Aaron." He popped the wallet back into his mouth and swallowed it, forcing Kenny to watch as his throat bulged when it went down effortlessly.

"You know, it's so nice not to have to fuck my meal first for a change. You wanna know a secret?"

Kenny was too stunned to speak and just gasped.

Derek leaned in and whispered in his ear, "do you wanna know a secret?"

Kenny let out a sob and shook his head.

"Well I'll tell you anyway. Men taste so much better when they're afraid. Are you afraid?"

Kenny nodded and let out another sob.

"You should be. I'm going to digest you alive."

"P-please," Kenny said sobbing again.

"It's gonna hurt the whole time."

Kenny panicked and tried to fight back but barely shook Derek's arm.

Derek changed his grip and lifted Kenny by the back of the neck with one hand and grabbed one leg with the other. He put the first foot in his mouth - shoe and all, and swallowed while he grabbed the other foot. He bent Kenny over as he started to drag him in, his knees scraping Derek's teeth.

"No, no no no! NO!" Kenny screamed as he tried to swing a punch. He missed every swing as Derek turned him, forcing his legs to cross as he continued to descend down Derek's throat. He was at his waist and Derek straightened up, speeding up the processes as gravity started to do most of the work.

"You can't do this! You can't! DON'T DO THIS!"

He pushed against Derek's face, but his throat was too strong as the steady pull of his esophagus and hard pulses from forceful swallows dragged him deeper. When he felt teeth on his chest, Kenny pushed hard on Derek's shoulders but he wouldn't budge, and a hard gulp pulled him in so far his arms could no longer bend all the way down.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!" Kenny screamed as Derek gave another swallow, bringing Kenny's head into his jaws.

"SOMEONE PLEASE! HE'S EATING ME! PL-" Kenny's voice was suddenly muffled as Derek took another swallow, dragging his head into his throat. A few more gulps and all that remained outside were his hands. Derek walked over to the couch before the final swallow and plopped down. He gave one last very difficult gulp and felt Kenny's fingers disappear into his body.

As Kenny's body slipped under his rib cage and into the wider part of his stomach, Derek felt his entire center of gravity change. He pulled the lever on the couch to pop out the chair and leaned back as he felt Kenny's hand slip past the valve to his stomach, sealing him in permanently.

Kenny began to thrash as Derek turned on the TV and cracked open a beer. He chugged half the can and gave his enormous belly a rub. "Shouldn't've gotten involved bud."

Derek leaned his chair forward slightly so he could see over his gut, but after a few minutes of watching Kenny struggle and fight he leaned back again to watch.

He looked over at the box of beer cans and remembered Josh. He reached for his phone and punched in the number, hoping Josh wouldn't block him for calling.

"Hey it's Josh."

"Hey, it's Derek, from earlier."

"Oh, hey, didn't uh. Didn't expect you to call."

"Yeah uh. Well earlier you asked if I wanted to uh. Have dinner."

Derek blushed a little when he heard the voice on the other line laugh softly, "yeah, you feeling hungry mate?"

"Oh, well, I ate a pretty big meal."

"Yeah I remember you looked pretty full when I saw you earlier."

Derek grinned, "I mean I ate again just a minute ago."

Josh laughed, "Twice in one day?"

"Yeah, I didn't think I would be able to but I got it down. I was wondering if you want to come over for uh... dessert."

"Mate I'll level with you, I'm bad at the double-meaning thing, you askin if I want to come over for a good fuck?"

Derek laughed hard, "yeah, pretty much."

Josh laughed back, "alright yeah that sounds fucking great. Text me your address."

"Alright, see you in a bit then."

Derek texted Josh the address as Kenny thrashed in his stomach. He leaned back and finished off his beer, stretching as his stomach gurgled happily.

Part 2 Coming Soon!

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(I wish this site would let me use right- and left-aligned text for writing text exchanges)

Derek leaned back on the couch while he texted back and forth with Josh, throwing back a few beers with some show on in the background that he was only half-watching.

He was finishing off his third when he felt his phone buzz:

Gonna be there in a few ;)

Letting out a low belch that sent his meal squirming he grinned wide.

Not sure if he knows what I actually ate, but worth it for a piece of ass that good, he thought to himself as he opened another beer. Kenny kicked at him from inside as the cold beer poured onto his head and he laughed. "Kick all you want bud, you're not comin' up."

His phone buzzed again, and when he checked it was Josh saying he was outside. Derek leaned back in his recliner and undid the deadbolt on the door before texting back that the door was unlocked.

So I can just come in?

Yeah, im like mega full rn, doors unlocked

He gave his thrashing stomach a gentle pat as he heard the door knob shift.

"Hey mate, right apartment?"

"Yeah man, come have a beer," Derek said lifting a can over his head.

Josh looked at him and his eyes widened, "woah, holy shit," he said under his breath. He walked around the side of the couch, beer still in his hand and touched the surface of his belly gently. When it shifted aggressively under his fingers and he heard a muffled yell, his mouth fell open.

"I've always heard of guys like you but uh..." he started.

"Didn't believe the stories?" Derek said with one eyebrow raised.

"No uh, didn't think I'd... be lucky enough to meet one," Josh said, his eyes glued to Derek's belly.

"Well now that you have," Derek said, shifting his weight, "what do you want to do?"

Josh looked at Derek's face, his ears turning bright red as Derek gave winked at him.

"I uh..." Josh said as he ran his hand along the first surface of Derek's belly.

"Go on, anything," Derek said smoothly.

Josh set the beer down on the table and rubbed with both hands, the surface extremely tight despite the bumps and contours of the men trapped inside.

"Mmm, that feels good," Derek said as he leaned back, putting his arms up and his hands behind his head.

"How about this?" Josh asked as he shifted his hands lower, pressing on the sensitive sides of Derek's well-over-capacity stomach.

Derek let out a little moan at the unexpected shift, "mm, yeah man right there... fuck."

"Like this?" Josh said as he pressed harder. The meal squired and kicked back hard, but Josh ignored it and kept pressing.

Derek squirmed in his chair at the touch, "fuck man, I thought you said you hadn't seen somebody do this before, over here like a fuckin pro at it."

Josh gave his belly a playful squeeze, "guess it just comes natural to me." The meal inside Derek's belly struggled aggressively at Josh's tender touches, but Derek didn't seem to mind. "How long is he gonna be... uh..."

"Mmm, if I belch his air out like thirty seconds... but I kinda like to feel them squirm."

"How long can you make 'em squirm for?"

"Like a day, give or take. Feels cruel when my stomach really starts to get to work." Derek shot Josh a grin, "but that's when the real fun starts."

Josh bit his lip as he rubbed, feeling himself start to get hard.

Derek saw the look in his eye and chuckled, "you like that don't you?"

"Y-yeah, you got a hot belly, mate," Josh deflected.

"Not that," Derek teased, "all that about me digesting them. I saw that look, you were gettin hot thinkin about it."

"Heh, yeah maybe a 'lil," Josh said before getting quiet for a few moments. "So... what happened to the guy you had in your tank this morning?"

"Still in there, had to crush the little fucker cause he was trying to slow me down when I was after lunch."

"Must be feeling pretty slow right now," Josh said playfully as he gave his belly a squeeze.

"I've still got enough speed in me."

"For what?"

Derek started to lift out of the chair, his enormous belly sloshing as he moved and Josh taking a few steps back to give him room. "To do all the stuff I was thinkin' about when we met."

Josh looked up at him, easily a foot taller. "What kinda stuff were you thinkin' about?"

Derek cupped Josh's chin and leaned down, his stomach resting on the coffee table, the wood creaking at the weight. "How about we go back to the bedroom and I'll show you."

Josh leaned in and kissed him, and Derek kissed him back roughly, grabbing the back of his head and tugging his hair. They stumbled half-blind towards the bedroom as they kissed, knocking over everything in their path. Halfway down the hall Derek pulled off his shirt, and while pinned to the door by Derek's belly Josh dropped his pants.

Derek gave Josh a hard shove when they got to the bed and crawled on top of him, his stuffed belly holding him to the bed. Josh moaned as he rubbed the sides and thrust against Derek's firm gut. He looked to the right and picked up a bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his hand, reaching under Derek's stuffed belly and slicking him up.

"Mmm, hold still," Derek said as he positioned his hips and started to press in.

Josh gripped the sheets and let out a soft moan as he felt Derek push inside of him, "f-fuck that feels good."

"Wait till I get going," Derek said as he pulled back slow and pushed in again.

Josh put his hands on the sides of Derek's overstuffed belly and rubbed gently, arching his back at the feeling of Derek inside of him.

Derek started slow but built up speed fast, slamming Josh so hard he was grunting with each thrust. He slowed for a moment to let him catch his breath. "You know..." he panted, "...earlier when I ate lunch I was thinking about how nice it was to get to eat a meal without fucking him first. And now here I am, fucking someone else anyway."

Josh gripped his belly tight and moaned, "you gonna eat me?"

Derek picked up speed again and Josh gripped his belly tight, "maybe. Haven't... decided."

Josh moaned and ran his hands down Derek's huge belly, "fuck... I'm yours."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Derek said as he picked up in intensity, "you want me to eat you?"

"F-fuck, yes," Josh panted out as Derek railed him hard.

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll swallow you down after I fill up this tight little ass of yours."

"Please..." Josh gasped as he grabbed the pillow.

"Fuck you feel so good," Derek said panting, "I don't know how much longer... I can go..." he trailed off.

"Mm, do it," Josh moaned, "right inside me, do it."

Derek gripped the sheet hard and let out a low, breathy groan, "fuck man, fuck that feels so good."

Josh felt himself starting to shoot all on the underside of Derek's belly, "f-fuck... cum inside me."

Derek moaned low and started to shoot inside of Josh, thrusting long and slow as he emptied his balls inside of him.

As they both panted, Derek rolled onto his side, his massive belly still shifting as his stomach aggressively churned at its meal.

"Fuck that was good," Derek panted.

"You still wanna eat me?" Josh said with a smile on his face.

"Not... right now," Derek said as his stomach groaned. "No room, and I wouldn't mind a turn at that ass again when I'm not so full."

"I think we can do that," Josh said as he leaned in and kissed him on the lip, "I'll just have to stick around until you get hungry."

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Request: superhero getting digested by his supervillain boyfriend~

I had to think on how to do this, but I came up with an idea that I think you'll like!

[gayvorestories]

m/m vore, graphic digestion, explicit sex, perspective of both prey and pred

Captain Fantastic struggled against the tight, inescapable grasp of Doctor N's stomach. He was in the middle of fighting him for the hundredth time when his cape snagged on a metal beam, and his nemesis took his chance. The accident that transformed him from the man Captain Fantastic once loved had made his entire body like rubber, so all it took was an easy gulp.

He couldn't tell what was happening outside, but it sounded like Doctor N had prevented the meltdown of his latest doomsday weapon. Muffled voices and movement from outside were interrupted by a terrible laugh as Captain Fantastic felt his captor sit down.

Oh god, there's no one to stop him, he thought to himself. He struggled against the walls of his prison, trying to find the spot in the stomach lining where he had been forced in, when another more terrifying thought crept into his mind.

There's no one to save me.

As he struggled, he felt the walls of the stomach become even more slick as they filled the space around him with gastric acid. His skin was thick and strong against bullets... but acids aren't bullets, and even steel can dissolve. He tried to turn himself around, but the extra-wet stomach walls just slid beneath his fingers, rendering him unable to even turn himself around.

As the realization he was completely at the mercy of Doctor N's stomach set in, he had only one thought: FUCK.

"Daniel... can you hear me?" he cried out, trying to reach the man he once knew. "I know you're in there somewhere."

Doctor N let out a low growl and he felt a hand pressing on him from the outside. "That'ssss not my name anymore," he hissed back.

"Daniel please... let me out and we'll talk. We'll just talk, I promise."

A gutteral groan came from inside Doctor N that frightened him.

"Come on Danny, remember who you were. Let me out, let's just talk this through."

He felt the stomach walls around him start to push as an opening started to form, but stopped as he heard another groan from around him. He was sucked back down into the stomach faster than it had began to release him and the low voice of Doctor N sent ice through his veins: "No."

"Danny, come on, you gotta fight this. Don't you realize what's going to happen if I stay in here?"

He heard the rumbling around him again, and then a voice: "Chris, I... can't. I... won't."

Captain Fantastic struggled hard against the stomach walls, but gained no ground. "Daniel listen to yourself, look at what you're doing! You're going to-" his voice broke for a moment "-you're going to digest me. You have to let me out!"

The rumbling started, but only for a moment, and the voice of Daniel spoke clearly: "No."

He was speechless. Whenever Doctor N got the upper hand he could always rely on Danny to push through and give him a chance to stop him, but now he wasn't just unable to seize control, he was refusing to help.

"I'm sorry," he heard Danny say, "it's better this way."

Captain Fantastic went into a frenzy, punching and kicking, trying everything just to have enough control to rotate himself around, but the slick, rubbery substance of the stomach was impossible to work with.

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Danny leaned back in the chair, his stomach starting to let out low groans. His plan had worked, and hundreds of thousands of weaponized drones were activating around the world, hiding in plain sight as maintenance tools, traffic monitors, wildlife cameras, almost anywhere people might use one. The world was under his thumb, and the one man who could stop him had just taken a one-way trip down his throat.

His minions worked the control stations, taking quick glances at the writhing mass in his stomach and returning to work, terrified at the prospect he could even do this.

Weeks ago he had managed to suppress and maintain the split consciousness that took hold in his mind after his accident years ago. He could have easily absorbed it into his own consciousness then, but chose to wait until the right moment to assume control. Watching Chris snag himself and fall tumbling towards him was exactly the kind of moment he had been waiting for.

As his body consumed his now-ex-boyfriend, his mind consumed the psychic parasite that had ruined his life. Flashes of color and sound erupted over his senses, but the sensation of Chris thrashing in his stomach grounded him enough that he could fight it, feeling his mind expand back into full control. His skin prickled as his mind absorbed the mental leech, the dull echo of its rotten voice fading into nothing.

"At attention," he said commandingly.

His minions obeyed, snapping to attention as he rose, his belly hanging heavily, wiggling as the muffled screams of Captain Fantastic came from within. They could sense the shift in his demeanor and looked uneasy.

Pressing a button, he began to speak facility-wide, "Doctor N is no more. The same way I have consumed Captain Fantastic, I have consumed him. You will address me as Emperor Nighthawk, or..." he trailed off, rubbing his stomach, "you will find there is a fate worse than the stabbings and raygun blasts of the parasite that plagued my mind. Proceed as planned. Dismissed."

"Yes, Emperor," several of them said, suddenly very aware that the insane genius they worked for was now a much more dangerous man.

Daniel returned to his seat, his stomach really starting to wake up. "Oh Chris, I wish I could let you out. I wish I could share my vision of this beautiful new world with you," he said lovingly. "But you lack vision, and I cannot let you hold me back any more."

Captain Fantastic thrashed and yelled something unintelligible over the groaning and squelching of Daniel's stomach. He rubbed his gut, feeling only mild remorse for what he was doing. "I loved you so much. I still do, honest, even now as I do this to you. But you stand for upholding the status quo of an unjust world, and I see no way forward but to dismantle it brick by fucking brick."

His stomach let out a wet growl as Chris became more frantic than ever. "I'm sorry, my love. There is no other way."

Nighthawk pulled a lever, tilting himself back in his chair as Chris fought in vain for his life. His body shifted and thrashed, but was no match for the slimy walls and sticky acid that was now working its way around the seams of his superhero suit.

He let out a belch as his stomach churned and Chris' movements grew weaker.

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Chris grew tired as his thrashes gained no ground. The acid had filled the space around him, burning the exposed skin on his face around his mask, and was starting to burn around the seams of his suit. He took a few deep, heaving breaths in the upper part of the stomach where he still had air and tried to take a break.

His muscles ached and his body was exhausted. The fight before this was already rough, but he couldn't find any way out.

He panted, the air hot and smell - the smell of his own flesh burning - was getting unbearable. "Danny... please. Please let me out," he said weakly. After a few more kicks, he stopped thrashing as he was pushed by the stomach walls into a fetal position.

Maybe it is for the best... he thought to himself. Maybe he's right...

He moved his arm and felt the stitching of his suit seam that ran all the way up his side give way. The stomach acid immediately filled the gap, and he let out a horrible scream.

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Nighthawk was nearly asleep when the yelling started. His minions turned for a moment before hastily returning to their work. His entire belly shook as Chris thrashed in pain.

I think his suit just gave way, he thought to himself.

He gave a low belch, pushing the rest of the air out. Chris thrashed harder and Nighthawk flinched as he heard a gurgling sound come from inside of him that was not his stomach. Within a few moments, his stomach went still, save for the rhythmic squeezing of his stomach. The guilt of ending Chris like that came and passed quickly.

His stomach churned hungrily against its meal, as Nighthawk felt the suit fall away from the body, exposing the soft flesh beneath. He pressed a button on his chair and it lowered into the floor. After a few minutes he was in his personal sanctum, the lights dimmer than above and the sound-proof walls offering him complete privacy.

He hefted himself up from his chair, feeling the weight of his meal shift inside him. As he walked towards the door, the tight surface of his belly ached. Despite being rubberized by the accident, being stretched this far for this long was still painful, and he needed to lie down.

He exited the door on the far side of the room, and was greeted in the corridor by two of his personal bodyguards. Tall, beefy men wearing crop-top kevlar vests with decorative carvings embedded in the surface of the material.

That is the most impractical thing I have ever seen, but god bless that deranged brain worm.

"Can we help you to your room, Emperor?" One of them said, extending a hand.

He took the man's hand as he worked his way through the hallway to his personal chamber, the bioscanner opening for him immediately. The bodyguards followed him in, ensuring the door locked behind them.

Nighthawk fell onto the bed, his stomach groaning loudly as it churned away at the flesh of his meal. He was hesitant to touch, but he could feel the body beginning to break down.

"Urghh, my stomach..." he groaned.

The bodyguards approached the bed, "Perhaps we can give you some comfort, your excellency," one of them said, unsure if this was what his new leader would want, "D-Doctor N enjoy-"

"Enjoyed his men, I am well aware. He was a parasite in my mind, not the other way around. I remember everything."

The guards became nervous, exchanging a glance.

Nighthawk let out a low belch and a sigh of relief. "I also enjoy my men," he said as he looked them up and down.

"We are at your command," the second said.

"My stomach hurts so much, please.." Nighthawk started before being interrupted by a long, loud belch.

The guards went to work immediately, rubbing and massaging his gut. As they rubbed, Nighthawk felt his meal start to break apart, his powerful stomach acid boiling him apart in almost an hour.

"Mmm, that feels good, keep rubbing," he groaned.

One of the guards undid his armor and positioned himself behind the emperor and rubbed the sides of his belly from behind, his bare skin on the exposed areas of Nighthawk's.

"Shall we help you out of this, sir?" the one behind him said as he placed his hands on his shirt.

"Yes, let's get comfortable," Nighthawk said, basking in the attention of two very handsome men.

The rear guard removed the emperor's shirt and helped remove his pants as the front guard disrobed slowly, giving Nighthawk a show. After taking off his underwear, he pulled back the elastic band and shot it through the air, the other catching them in his teeth.

He spit them out and they both went back to giving the emperor's belly the attention it needed. He whispered into Nighthawk's ear, "I wish I had powers like yours, my grace."

"Why is that?" Nighthawk said, in a daze from feeling his meal slosh in his stomach and the gentle rubbing he was receiving.

"I bet it would have felt good to have those musky undies slide down my throat."

Nighthawk felt himself get hard thinking about that. "Maybe when I'm not so full I'll have to give that a try," he said with a grin.

"Mmm, anything you want, sire," the front guard said.

He twisted around, reaching his hand out as the rear guard leaned in and kissed him deeply.

The front guard moved around the other side of him, continuing to knead his overfull belly, and when the kiss between the other two men broke he received his turn.

As he kissed the second guard he let out a moan as he felt the thick meaty soup in his stomach flood his intestines. His stomach groaned happily as it continued to grind up the remaining slurry of meat and bones.

The guards felt the gurgling in his stomach, and the rear guard pressed his firm cock against emperor's ass. Slightly startled he broke his kiss with the second guard and turned to look at him.

"M-my emperor, apologies, Doctor N was... uh.. very... receptive."

Nighthawk let out a laugh, "that is a very funny way of saying he was a massive bottom."

The guard smiled in relief, "yes, I was trying my best to be respectful, sir."

Nighthawk reached out and grabbed the guard under the chin. "Like I said, same body. Same stuff feels just as good." He tightened his grip, pressing on the artery in his neck, "and I've been trapped in my own mind for five years, so for the love of god... don't hold back."

The guards both grinned and let out an excited purr as they moved closer to the emperor. The one behind him unscrewed the top of a metal pendant he was wearing and emptied the contents onto the tip of his cock. "I'm always prepared for you, sir," he said as he pressed inside effortlessly.

Nighthawk moaned loudly and felt his feet curl up. Every nerve in his body lit up with pleasure as the guard filled his ass. "F-fuck, you're huge," he moaned. The guard slid back out slowly, and then back in, loosening him up. The front guard ran his fingers down the emperor's chest, playing with his chest hair until he had his attention, and then kissed him deeply.

His stomach let out a low groan as the thick chyme in his intestines was slowly absorbed. Nighthawk moaned as another load of the thick, meaty sludge that had been his boyfriend filled his intestines. The guard pulled back and pushed back in faster and Nighthawk slid his hands into the hair of the front guard just so he had something to pull as the intense sensations drove him wild.

The man behind him started to thrust harder and faster as he let out a series of short gasps. "Oh fuck, FUCK!" he moaned, "god I haven't felt this in so long, fuck me!"

The guard at his front rubbed his shrinking stomach. "Highness, I think Captain Fantastic may be disappearing on us," he said smiling.

"Mmm, yes. It feels so good."

As his body absorbed his former love, he felt his powers grow stronger. "Doctor N was a fucking idiot," he started, but was interrupted as his entire body lit up from the guard thrusting into him repositioning, bending his crotch forward and leaning on one arm to get deeper inside.

"What do you mean, sir?" said the front guard, still rubbing his belly as it slowly decreased, gurgling and groaning loudly as it did.

"For not eating our enemies... it makes us so much stronger."

"He was a fool for that, sir."

As his stomach returned to a more manageable size, the guard at his front felt the contents of his stomach rustle at his touch. Nighthawk reached down and touched too, feeling them shift beneath his skin.

"Mmm, bones and metal trinkets," Nighthawk said calmly, "in a few hours, just metal trinkets."

The first guard stared in amazement before tracing his fingers back up the emperor's chest and kissing him deeply.

Nighthawk pressed on the first man's shoulders, lifting himself up as the guard behind him continued to thrust wildly.

"I want... both of you," he said breathily.

The guards looked at each other and smiled. "yes, sir."

The rear guard panted as he slowed to a stop, the first guard pouring the lube from his pendant on his cock. He pressed his cock against the rear guard's, and they both pressed into the emperor together.

The guards moved closer together, using their bodies to keep the emperor steady as they thrusted, finding a rhythm together that made Nighthawk tilt his head back and moan.

The front guard kissed him passionately as the rear guard spit into his hand and milked Nighthawk's cock slowly.

Nighthawk couldn't speak as they thrusted and milked him, his entire body on fire with sensation.

"Boys, I.. I-I," he tried to say.

Both guards moaned a low, husky sound. The rear one said, "me too... you feel so good, sir."

The front guard just kissed the emperor, moaning deeply as his body began to shudder.

Nighthawk grabbed his hair and pulled, breaking the kiss.

"Sir.. I don't think I can last," the rear guard said.

"I can't either, I'm sorry sir," the front cried out.

Nighthawk felt himself start to squirt, his cum shooting out like a jet directly onto the guard in front of him. The guard behind wrapped his arm around the emperor as he shot deep inside him, and the one in front emptied his load soon after, resting his head in the crook of Nighthawk's neck, his arms around both of the other men.

The three of them stayed panting for several minutes, swapping lips over and over in the afterglow until both guards pulled out and the three of them collapsed on the bed.

As he felt the silk sheets on his skin, Nighthawk let out a content sigh. He rubbed his belly, feeling Chris' bones softening in his stomach acid. Soon there would be nothing left, and Nighthawk smiled at the thought that the love of his life was now irreversibly and eternally his.

The rear bodyguard rolled onto his back, offering his fuzzy, thick pecs as a pillow to Nighthawk.

He smiled and rested his head as the other guard came from behind, kissing the emperor's neck and pressing against him.

God I'm going to love being emperor, he thought to himself as he fell asleep.

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Cock-Pred Conditioning

Hey, it has been a little bit since I've posted a full-length story. Sorry about that! I think I'll be posting just a bit more regularly from now on though. Asks are always welcome, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know! Enjoy a bit of cockvore (and oral vore ;)!

“Do you think it could handle any more…?” Leo looked down at the crest of his stomach, listening to it plead like a toddler to hold off on shoving even more food down his gullet. He didn’t exactly know how he was able to go this far, but something in the way Drew kept pushing him made it nearly impossible to hold himself back.

“Dude…you’ve come so far,” Drew breathed, awestruck. “How could you stop now? The fridge is almost empty, and it’s all in here.” Drew braced Leo’s belly a little too hard, causing the bloated man to gasp in pain at the sensitive, taut skin.

“Ah—hic—Fuck… You can’t do that. It hurts too much.” Leo’s piercing eyes found Drew’s, and the two men exchanged a meaningful look. Drew tousled his light-brown hair and flashed a crooked grin. He knew Leo could eat more if he had just tried a little bit harder.

This night had started off pretty normal, with both guys coming back home from work tired and ready to chill out. Drew had just bought some weed from the vendor down the street, and he was warned that it was “pretty strong shit,” so naturally, he and Leo baked the entirety of it into a batch of brownies. Leo was usually a saint about his diet, never cheating or binging hard whenever he needed to meet a goal. However, only sober Leo cared deeply about his macros. Leo, whenever he got high, always had an all-consuming (literally) case of the munchies. It’s not uncommon for the blonde jock to order four extra-large pizzas and devour them within minutes, only to order another three as soon as the delivery guy pulls out of the driveway. On one occasion, Leo’s hunger was so bad that he woke up the next morning with a belly that almost eclipsed him, and he thought he felt something moving inside his gut. After asking Drew about it, his friend told him that the two had gone to a buffet and that the movement was probably his stomach churning all of that food into fuel for his bulking physique, though neither guy was convinced.

Drew, on the other hand, usually got a pretty bad case of the munchies, too; however, tonight, for no reason other than to screw over his friend, Drew decided to push Leo as far as he could go, only eating one brownie himself and convincing his dumb, blonde, friend that he wasn’t eating enough. So, after eleven brownies found their way packed tightly behind Leo’s abs, the marijuana started seeping into the dude’s bloodstream, sending signals to his brain that he was starving. One thing led to another, and Leo had eaten practically everything they had in the fridge and pantry. Entire loaves of bread, several pounds of beef and chicken, four gallons of milk, two cartons of eggs, and much more had all been crammed into Leo’s desperate throat, bulging out his belly enormously. His buddy worshiped at the altar of Leo’s greed, feeling his stomach stretch farther and farther, listening to its gurgles as his best bro belched out all of the air trapped in his tummy.

The only thing left in the fridge was a 24-can box of Busch Light, which Drew had already emptied out into a funnel, pushing it up to Leo’s plush lips for him to chug the two gallons of beer. The muscular blonde man resisted, pushing it away and gently rubbing the curve of his gurgling belly, which was growing hot to the touch as it began digesting all of the food Leo had carelessly devoured.

“Bro, it’s not gonna fit. I’m way too full.”

“C’mon, bro. I know it can handle more. I’ve seen you eat more when you were sober!”

“No way. Not gonna happen, I—” Leo was cut off as Drew forced the end of the funnel between his best friend’s lips. 

Immediately, the cold liquid cascaded down Leo’s throat, making his belly appear to stretch out in real time. Leo patted his gut, involuntarily drinking the gallons of alcohol his friend pushed on him. Once something was in Leo’s mouth, he would keep gulping until he got it all the way down. So, as the beer stretched the man’s stomach walls, Leo groaned at the feeling of a growing belly and let his mouth and throat do all the work. Rhythmic gulping resonated as the man, clad only in pajama pants with a strained waistband, finished his fridge's contents.

BBBBBUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP

“Oh–Fuck—Holy shit, I—OOOUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!” The greedy man clutched his stomach as if it were about to burst.

“Okay, buddy, let’s get you to the couch.”

The pair stumbled over to the living room of the apartment, Leo leaning on his friend to get him across the room. Drew could barely hide his arousal at Leo’s state, cupping the underside of his obscene gut to help shoulder the burden. It wasn’t often Leo went all out like this, so every time it did happen, Drew made sure it was a special occasion.

“Hey bro, I’ll be right back. You just lay there for a bit and rest up, okay? Just hold on for a second for me.”

Leo huffed heavily and nodded, finding difficulty breathing with how much his belly pressed up against his lungs. He looked like a painting with that enormous orb of a belly. Drew needed it to be bigger.

Grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter, he assessed the damage for just a moment. Empty cartons of milk and packages of meat were strewn about like the aftermath of a storm. Drew shuddered and palmed his aching cock through his cargo pants. His hand stayed at his groin, massaging his growing member with vigor, allowing it to grow larger than any human size. Once his bulge was the size of a horses’, Drew slipped out the front door. His destination wasn’t far—only down the hall and to the left did he find just what he was looking for.

Drew continued rubbing his throbbing cock, feeling his hard member strain his pants. With the rate his dick was growing, he would rip his pants in seconds. Knocking at the door, Drew had to unleash his monster from his clothes while he waited, letting his behemoth cock swing out at full mast. It twitched in time with Drew’s heartbeat, growing steadily with each pump of blood. The anticipation was killing him, so Drew started slowly pumping his cock in the middle of the hallway.

Eventually, the neighbor opened the door. Luigi was a young man, similar to Drew and Leo in age. He was skinny, with a small amount of muscle and a very handsome face. Drew’s heart raced with excitement when his eyes widened at his monster cock.

“D-Drew?”

“Luigi, buddy! How’s it going?” Drew was fully jacking his lengthening cock and bucking his hips as it grew to roughly four feet and counting.

Luigi stepped back in complete awe and intimidation. He had no idea how to react to his handsome jock neighbor raiding his apartment with a throbbing, inhuman-sized cock. Drew took the opportunity to step through the doorframe, dropping his cock as it hit the floor with a thump. His penis continued to grow, inching closer and closer to Luigi, who now looked scared. Drew was determined, and his crooked smile continued dancing across his face as he felt a shudder through his whole body and knew that it was time for his cock to feast upon his neighbor, all in the pursuit of making Leo’s belly bigger.

Twisting his hips around, Drew lined up his cock head with Luigi’s bare feet and thrust forward, feeling his neighbor enter into his desperate dick. Drew moaned and bit his bottom lip, flexing his cock, which caused his prey to lurch forward deeper into his massive shaft. Drew continued devouring his helpless neighbor with his cock, feeling the way Luigi struggled against his overwhelming manhood with glee.

“What’re you doing?!” Luigi shrieked, trying to push Drew’s mushroom head down as it enveloped his waist.

“Come on, buddy. Just let me do my thing, okay? You’ll be fine. I won’t digest you.”

“Digest me? What the hell are you talking about?”

In lieu of an answer, Drew tensed his dick, slurping up his poor friend up to his chest. The predator’s hands roamed over the upper half of his thick shaft as he felt with pleasure Luigi’s feet start emptying out into his ballsack. At this point, Drew’s cock had gotten such a tight hold on Luigi that his shaft was now fully erect in the air, slowly choking down the young skinny man with the dramatics of a horror-movie monster.

Drew’s balls started growing as his prey was getting deposited into his rightful place. The pred grunted as his cock slurped up the last of its food, spilling out gallons of precum all over the wooden floor of the apartment. Blood surged through the veins of Drew’s hungry cock, making it harder than a diamond. Cooing to his member, Drew said, “There you go, big guy. Feels good, huh?”

Thick globs of precum spilled out, lubricating the sweaty shaft. Drew massaged his genitals with delicate tenderness. Leaning out of the door frame, he checked to see if there were any witnesses. Thankfully, none had appeared. So, with an extra large load in his massive balls, Drew waddled back to his apartment where Leo was waiting. His shaft had shrunk considerably, though it was still swollen and bigger than a horses’. Feeling the squirming of his friendly neighbor, Drew chuckled darkly as he turned the key to his apartment, excited for what was to come next.

“Hey bro, how’re you doing?”

Leo shifted weakly, a hand automatically gracing his belly as he remembered what he had done less than an hour ago. The alcohol had knocked him out, but his best friend’s voice had called him back to consciousness. Fatigue felt like lead on his eyelids, so Leo opted to just shift on the plush couch, using one hand to rub his belly and the other to cover his eyes.

“I brought you some water. Think you can fit anymore in that gut?”

Leo just groaned and opened his mouth, happy that his friend was there to help him through his greed. Smirking, Drew brought his huge cock to Leo’s lips and pushed his tip in, stretching his friend’s jaws far enough apart that he heard a pop. Leo moaned, though it was muffled with the huge cock in his mouth. Still, in his crossed haze, the blonde hunk with an endless appetite started sucking Drew’s cock with fervor, trying to hydrate himself with the water he thought his friend was providing.

“Fuck…. There you go. Just keep sucking. You’re such a good boy.”

Leo didn’t even hear Drew, as his entire attention was laser-focused on sucking Drew’s fat cock. Using his tongue, Leo choked down more of Drew’s shaft, using his throat to massage the warm member. The predator shuddered with pleasure, stifling a moan as his best friend sucked on his big dick with desperation. He felt Luigi squirming around in his balls, and the cross-section of stimulation prompted his ejaculation with premature speed as if this was his first time. With a roar, Drew unleashed, forcing Luigi from his balls and halfway down Leo’s throat. His greedy, crossed friend gulped, hard, feeling the immense mass propel down his throat so far that gagging wasn’t even an option. Leo choked for a moment before coaxing whatever was in his mouth deeper into his gut, as he realized he couldn’t breathe properly. He could feel Drew stroking his blond hair delicately, and instinctually, Leo propped himself up and reached for his friend to come closer.

As Leo’s hand found Drew’s glutes and pulled him closer, the predator unleashed gallons of cum after Leo had just devoured a whole human being in two gulps. This was Drew’s favorite past-time: watching Leo swallow anything and everything when he was intoxicated. Something about the way his disciplined and structured friend completely crumbled the second weed or alcohol passed his lips was endlessly attractive and fascinating to Drew. As far as he knew, Leo didn’t even know that he could do this, but Drew loved it.

Leo continued sucking hard as Drew’s cock finally shot out its last few ribbons of baby-batter. He patted Leo’s cheek to communicate that he could stop sucking, but Leo was reluctant to let go, much like a baby animal trying to suckle as much milk from his mother as possible. The predator glanced down at the now Luigi-sized belly his best bro sported, and he was impressed with how easily Leo seemed to gulp this guy down. As time has gone on, the blonde hunk was able to swallow guys (albeit fed through Drew’s cock) with a much quicker pace. Right now, Leo didn’t even seem to notice that Luigi had just been forced down his throat, as he still thought Drew was offering him water.

Chuckling, Drew stepped back, letting his still-chubbed cock flop down between his muscular thighs. Leo whimpered and turned back around, absentmindedly rubbing his gorgeous gut, not even noticing how it had nearly quadrupled in size. The cock pred stepped into the kitchen and prepared a real glass of water for his friend. Upon returning, Leo opened his arms, asking Drew to be his little spoon. Unable to say no to his greedy, drunken friend, Drew reclined onto the couch, crushing himself under Leo’s belly, and snuggled up for a long night of digestion.

When Leo would wake tomorrow morning, he likely would not remember a single event that took place within the last three hours. However, if he was lucky, Luigi would still be squirming around inside him, and Drew could observe his best buddy guiltily enjoying his engorged stomach as it digested their neighbor. It seemed like Leo was almost done being conditioned, and soon enough, he would be able to swallow guys on his own, much to Drew’s delight. With a contented sigh, Drew embraced his friend and let the sounds of digestion lull him to sleep.

[voretwink]

(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

“Hot damn,” was the only thing Holden could mutter, mindlessly dribbling precum from his growing BWC. “Guess I should just hose him down and go for round 2,” he chuckled to himself as he lightly tugged at his throbbing erection, looking around for the nearest hose and Busch Lite.

[thevoraciouschefconfessions]

A short, scrawny guy who envies the 8 or 9 foot tall "giants" in his life with their beefy, thicc frames. So he decides to get bigger by eating one of his giant buddies in his sleep. It's hard work, especially for a first meal. But he succeeds, depositing the statuesque man in his belly which pins him down. All his energy is devoted to digesting this meal and when it's over, he's much taller, beefier and his features more chiseled and Greek statue like

(This one realy stood out to me so I had to write it. Digestion, unwilling vore, scat.)

    Connor has always been small. Growing up he was always on the shorter side standing at an even 5'8”, he was always on the thinner side, the weaker side. Then when his friends all began to tower over him and started working out, it only cemented his insecurities. At first he tried to work out with them. If he couldn’t be tall then at the very least he could build muscle. Right?

    Wrong, apparently. No matter how hard he tried to gain muscles, no matter how much his friends couched him, he just couldn’t keep the muscles on. The shakes and special protein meals didn’t help either. Despite following the instructions very carefully it only resulted in a bigger appetite and a soft bloated belly. His friends all just smiled thinly at his troubles while they packed on the pounds effortlessly. Telling him not to worry about it because despite being small, he was at least healthy.

   Healthy could kick rocks for all he cared. His face twisted into a dark scowl as he scrolled through another ‘obscure’ weight gain article. He wanted to be big! He wanted to be huge! To be honest he was very close to trying steroids. But his best friend, Lewis, he was always there. He was always trying to encourage him and pleading with him to be happy with his body.

    Lewis knew that his bulging muscles and towering frame made Connor insecure. So much so that he began wearing larger clothes to hide his godly physique. Slouching to not seem as tall or wide, and through the spike of envy that twisted his heart, Connor felt bad that his friend would do this. But it also made his heart soar knowing that Lewis cared so much. Lewis was the one who did the most for him. Constantly telling Cannor that he would do anything for him. Even at his expense.

    As Connor sat in front of his computer reading the information that belonged only on the darkest corners of the web, he wondered how much he would actually do. The light of his computer cast an eerie glow on his face as he read over the instructions listed once again. The author of the article claimed to gain his Adonis body by devour someone of that body type. But it wasn’t just the typical description of cannibalism. No, instead he claimed to gain his dream body by swallowing his prey whole. That was another thing Connor noticed, all throughout the article the author referred to himself as a predator, and his victim as his prey.

    Connor scoffed the first time he read it. But as his eyes scanned to instructions again and again, he began to consider it. His belly rumbled, having finished his protein packed snack, it wanted more. But he couldn’t eat someone could he? His mind drifted to Lewis then. His best friend who had the perfect chiseled body, he was 7'2”, and easily weighed in at 20 stones. Essential the exact body that Connor has always wished for…and all of it slept soundly upstairs.

    His eyes darted across the instructions one last time before clicking out of the secure browser. First rub jaw in circular motions until a soft pop is felt, then start on one end slowly begin to swallow the prey. Easy enough. So, with his heart racing, Connor slowly climbed the stairs to his bedroom. What seemed like hours passed as he stood in the door and watched his best friend sleep in his bed. His massive body dwarfing the the double bed underneath him. His bare leg hung over the side with the covers draped only over a portion of his body. After letting Lewis sleep in his bed for the first time, he ended up learning that Lewis prefered to sleep in the nude.

    Connors belly rumbled and he hurriedly clutched his middle, as if afraid it would wake his giant friend. His heart beat rapidly as he took measured steps to his bed. Slowly sitting at the foot of the mattress, his eyes never leaving the sleeping behemoth of a man. Lewis always said he would do anything to make Connor happy. And, maybe that was just him flirting with him, but Connor needed this. He needed to grow. And if the article turned out to be just some weird fetish fantasy, then no harm done. If Lewis woke up to Connor sucking on his toes, well he never had to learn Connors real intent.

    Connor closed his eyes and took deep calming breaths. In and out. In. And out. Opening his eyes again, Connor leaned forward and dragged Lewis’s heavy leg onto the bed and straightened the man out as best he could. He slowly dropped to his knees and stared hard at the bare feet in front of him. It was now or never. Lewis would help him get strong; even at his own expense.

    He brought his hands up to his jaw and rubbed firmly. Stretching his mouth wide as he dug his fingers his temporomandibular joints, feeling his jaw steadily open wider. Until finally the joints popped, feeling something like cracking a knuckle. Connor dropped his hands and opened and closed his mouth a few times. He couldn’t believe this was happening; his mouth opened in humanly wide, farther than bus skin should ever allow.

    His eyes fell down onto Lewis again. His belly growling quietly as drool dripped down his chin. ‘It’s now or never’ Connor thought to himself. Slowly lowering his face to his friends feet and giving a careful lick. Flavor exploded in his mouth and Connor can’t help but moan. Pulling Lewis’s toes into his mouth and sucking on the divine taste of his soft skin. Connor’s eyes fell closed as he sucked more of Lewis’s foot into his mouth his tongue dancing across the smooth sole before he dragged the other foot into his gaping maw.

    The toes grazed the back of his throat and his eyes flew open as he gagged, struggling for a moment before swallowing hard. The feet slowly filling his mouth and throat as Connor crawled onto the bed. His cheeks stretched wide across the beefy calves as he dragged his tongue all across them. Swallow after swallow slowly pulling the large man into him. He felt the feet enter his belly and moaned again as it stretched around them. He’s never felt so full before, and it felt amazing.

    Lewis’s firm thighs passed quickly through his mouth. Connor eyed the massive semi hard cock that large balls as he slowly inched closer. It was just another thing of Lewis he wished he had. A dark blush covered his cheeks as he tongued the cock into his mouth, his sucking and swallowing causing it become more erect. Forcing it out of his mind, Connor worked on getting Lewis’s delicious bubble butt into his mouth. The cheeks a pleasant mic of soft and firm.

    His belly ached wonderfully as he swallowed more and more of Lewis. Stretching out comically as the giant begins to curl inside the tight organ. His lips stretch even more as he shoves Lewis’s hands into his mouth. Each one easily the size of his head and the muscled arms attached where as wide as his ribs. It was a struggle but Connor slowly inched his way up Lewis pillowy bosom. Gnawing on the hard muscles as the slipped into his throat.

    Once he reached his throat, Connor paused. Taking one last moment to memorise his best friend-now dinner’s face before he swallowed him completely. With a nod to himself, Connor gave one massive swallow and dragged Lewis’s head entirely into his mouth. The bulge in his throat slowly shrinking as Lewis passed completely into his pulsating belly. He did it. In his heart he never thought he would actually be able to eat his best friend. But now as he lay in bed, his enormous belly pinning him in place, he begins to laugh quietly.

    With a smile on his face, Connor rubs his hands into his groaning belly. Glad that Lewis is such a heavy sleeper. He can feel his belly working around Lewis, pulsing and contracting around the pure protein packed meal. He can hear and feel the acid filling his belly, the growling growing more wet and sloshy with each contraction of his belly. Exhaustion hits when he feels Lewis begin to move. His eyes drifting to sleep as his prey begins to thrash around, sending pleasant jolts through his body.

    Connor’s eyes close slowly and he smiles. Ever so glad to have a great meal like Lewis for a friend.

-

    Throughout the night Lewis fought and pleaded for help as his body was slowly digested. He had no idea what was happening other than everything hurt. Fortunately he passed out soon after waking up, having used up his little oxygen. His last thoughts where of his friend Connor, wishing for him to help him. If he had only known that was so desperate to be like him, he might not have spent the night. Instead he sat curled up in his best friends powerful belly. His flesh blistered and melted away, his muscles boiling and liquefying, while his bones turned jelly like in the meat soup of acid. Connor’s stomach walls squeezing and grinding him into pasty chime.

    Outside, Connor sleep soundly. A satisfied smile stretched across his face as his once friend dissolved and flushed into his bowels. His body buzzed pleasantly as it grew. His bones elongating and his muscles swelling. His body changed steadily as it absorbed his nutrient rich feast. His once angular face filled out as his jaw squared out. His thin oily hair filling out and becoming softer, and his dry flaky skin glows with health. In the end growing from messily 5'8”, 120lbs to an impressive 7'8” and 300lbs. His new muscles countered with a healthy amount of fat on top.

    Hours pass and his belly shrinks and lowers to a fraction of the size. Shrinking to about the size of a large watermelon. It growled and groan as what remained of Lewis passed through Connor’s bowels. Stretching out his intestines as gas built up around the useless waste.

    When Connor woke up in the morning, it was to an intense amount of pressure in his lower stomach. His strong hand sluggishly rubbed his compacted belly, his fingers poking and prodding along his rock hard belly. His mind, still fogged over from the best sleep he’s ever had, tried to piece together the odd dream he had in the night. He dreamed that he had eaten Lewis in some weird desperate attempt to get fit. But the longer he laid there, feeling the shifting in his bowels, the more he remembered.

    The memory of Lewis’s flesh making him salivate as realisation struck him. Sitting up, Connor inspected himself. A smile spreading across his face. Aside from his bloated belly he was perfect. Muscles covered every inch of his body, a small amount of fat softening his edges ever so slightly. Amidst his inspection, his belly cramps and rumbles. Causing Connor to grimace and clutch his rock of a belly. A loud and rancid fart thunders through the room. Relieving only a little bit of pressure in his belly.

    Standing too quickly, he stumbles out of his room. Not quite sure how to maneuver with his longer legs. He tears of his previously too large shirt as he enters the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. His grin widens even more as he relishes in his now handsome physique. His belly groans again and he strutes to the toilet. One hand caressing his swollen belly as the other fishes his cock out of his shorts. Surprise takes over before being replaced by smug delight as he realises all of him has grown.

    His belly groans again as he finishes and he swivels around on his foot, plopping down on the toilet with a sigh. Both hands rest on his belly and rub soothing circles across the stretched skin. Connor grunts and pushes down hard as he passes Lewis out of his body. The crackling of shit filling the room as the massive, hard log of shit inches out of him. Falling with a splash in the bowl bellow.

    Connor moans and rubs his belly as he realises the first large log didn’t even dent the mass in his bowels. As the next log begins to slide out of him he readies himself for how long this will take him.

-

    Connor sighs in relief as he’s finally finished with Lewis. Cleaning himself up he stands and stares down the toilet as he flushes away what remains of his best friend. His fingers rub his now empty belly, fingers sinking into the slight curve on his abs. The fat on his belly actually making his muscles stand out more. Connor smiles to himself as he admires his reflection, happy to have had a great friend like Lewis. His belly growls in hungry, and as he makes his way to his kitchen, he can’t help but wonder if any of his other friends would be willing to help him get even more perfect.

[urfavoritewriter]

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"Alright, bro, one more bite," Ethan grinned, his hand outstretched, holding a loaded fork of buttery mashed potatoes.

Across from him, Dylan leaned back against the couch, shirtless, his blue "Growth" shorts hanging low on his hips. His stomach had the faintest curve of fullness, a soft bloat that pushed out just slightly over his waistband. He rubbed a hand across it absently, his other arm propped lazily on the couch's armrest.

He had a lean, athletic build, the kind that came from a mix of casual workouts and an easy metabolism. His chest and arms were defined but not bulky, with a light tan that suggested he spent more time outside than in the gym. His short, ashy-brown hair was slightly messy, the kind of style that didn’t take much effort to look decent, paired with a subtle goatee that gave his otherwise youthful face a touch of maturity. His hazel eyes had a sharpness to them, but his expressions were easygoing, often softening into an amused smirk or a raised brow. A faint tattoo curved just above his left pectoral, simple and understated, like it was more for him than anyone else. He carried himself with a relaxed posture, like someone who wasn’t in a rush to impress anyone but was comfortable in his own skin.

"Bro, I already feel like I’m about to pop," Dylan groaned, though the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. His breath hitched slightly as Ethan pressed the fork closer, right under his nose. "You're insane."

"Insane?" Ethan scoffed, stepping closer with mock offense. "You’re the one who said you wanted to bulk up. I'm just being a good friend. Now, open up. Don’t make me force-feed your ass."

Dylan huffed but opened his mouth, letting Ethan shove the forkful in. "Mmm," he mumbled through a mouthful, rolling his eyes but still chewing. The rich, salty flavor of the potatoes filled his mouth as he swallowed it down. He patted his stomach again, laughing under his breath. "Seriously, I look like I’m carrying a food baby already."

Ethan smirked, grabbing a chicken thigh from the plate on the coffee table. "Baby? Nah, that’s like a first-trimester snack, my guy. You’ve got plenty of room in there." His eyes flicked down to Dylan’s midsection, watching the subtle swell with something bordering on fascination. "Besides, you know what they say: abs are made in the kitchen."

"Yeah," Dylan shot back, smirking. "And you're trying to turn me into a damn Michelin Man in the kitchen."

Ethan snorted, tossing the bone aside as he tore off another piece of meat. "Shut up. You’re gonna thank me when you’re benching 250 and lookin’ thick as hell. Now sit up straight, you're makin’ my job harder."

Dylan rolled his eyes but sat forward slightly, his stomach pushing out more as he leaned toward the plate. Ethan wasted no time, piling another forkful of potatoes onto a slice of steak and practically shoving it into Dylan's mouth.

"Jesus, dude," Dylan muttered after swallowing, reaching up to wipe a bit of grease off his lip. "You’re really tryna kill me with this. I can feel it hitting my ribs."

"You’ll live," Ethan teased, grinning wider. His hand brushed briefly against Dylan’s stomach as he reached for another forkful of food, fingers grazing the soft swell. "Or maybe not. Damn, you’re starting to feel solid."

Dylan blinked, heat rushing to his face at the comment, though he quickly covered it up with a laugh. "Solid? You’re making it sound like I’m some kind of stuffed turkey."

"Not yet," Ethan shot back, eyes twinkling with amusement. He jabbed the fork toward Dylan’s mouth again. "But we’re getting there."

Dylan sighed but relented, taking another bite. As he chewed, Ethan leaned back slightly, hands on his hips, observing his friend like an artist sizing up their work. Dylan’s belly was noticeably fuller now, his posture slightly slouched as he adjusted to the growing pressure in his gut. A small hiccup escaped him, and he gave Ethan a playful glare.

"Alright, that’s it. I’m cutting you off before I explode," Dylan declared, waving a hand.

But Ethan’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider. He leaned in again, one eyebrow cocked. "C’mon, you’ve got this. One more bite for the gains. Just one." His voice dropped, teasing. "Don’t quit on me now, champ."

Dylan hesitated, glancing between the plate of food and Ethan’s stupidly smug expression. "You’re the worst," he muttered, but his mouth opened anyway.

Ethan didn’t hesitate, stuffing the next bite in before Dylan could change his mind. What neither of them noticed, though, was how Ethan’s hand lingered just a moment too long, fingers brushing the corner of Dylan’s lips and then sliding back toward his chin, as if guiding him to chew, to swallow, to take in more.

Ethan leaned forward, his hand clutching another loaded fork of steak and potatoes, his eyes locked on Dylan’s stomach. "Man, for someone who’s just starting out, you’re already rocking a solid gut. Beginner my ass—you’re built for this, dude," he teased, his tone playful but insistent. He gave Dylan’s belly a light smack, the faint jiggle beneath his fingers making him grin. "C’mon, don’t go soft on me now."

Dylan groaned, leaning back again with a sharp exhale. His hand instinctively drifted to his bloated stomach, rubbing the tight, stretched skin. "Ethan, seriously, I’m about to explode. This is—ugh—getting ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Ethan echoed with mock disbelief. He dropped the fork back onto the plate and grabbed a slider bun stuffed with pulled pork. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed it toward Dylan’s lips. "What’s ridiculous is you whining when you’ve got the gut to take way more than this. Now open up, champ."

Dylan turned his head away, laughing despite himself. "You’re relentless, man. I’m gonna regret this."

"You’ll regret it more if you quit," Ethan countered, his tone dipping into something more taunting. "What kind of gainer gives up at halftime, huh? You wanna be soft and small forever, or are we doing this?"

"God, you’re annoying," Dylan muttered, but his mouth opened anyway, reluctantly letting Ethan shove the slider in. The bread and meat were warm and rich, the flavors almost overwhelming as he chewed and swallowed. The pressure in his gut tightened, and he let out a low belch that caught him by surprise.

"That’s what I’m talking about," Ethan laughed, giving Dylan’s stomach another firm pat. "You’re just getting started, big guy. Let’s go for round two."

"I hate you," Dylan said, but the grin tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him.

Ethan didn’t stop. He grabbed another handful of food—this time a fistful of fries—and pushed them toward Dylan’s face. "Hate me all you want, but you’ll love the gains, I promise. Now shut up and eat."

Dylan opened his mouth begrudgingly, but this time Ethan didn’t stop at fries. His hand lingered, his fingers pressing a little further into Dylan’s mouth as he nudged the last bits in.

"Yeah, just like that—" Ethan started, but his voice cut off as Dylan instinctively swallowed, his throat working over Ethan’s fingers.

Ethan froze. "Uh, Dylan? You good?" he asked, his voice half-laughing, half-worried.

Dylan’s brows knitted in confusion as he blinked up at him. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a warm, wet pressure encased Ethan’s hand. It was only when Ethan tried to pull back and felt the suction tugging his fingers deeper that the realization hit them both.

"Bro," Ethan stammered, wide-eyed. "Are you—are you swallowing me?"

Ethan didn’t stop. He reached for the plate again, piling on more food, ignoring Dylan’s protests as if they were nothing more than background noise. Dylan slouched further back into the couch, his stomach visibly rising now, pressing against his shorts’ waistband. The faint curve from earlier had grown into a noticeable roundness, and every breath he took seemed to stretch his skin tighter over the packed fullness beneath.

Ethan leaned forward, smirking as he grabbed a slice of steak and some potatoes, rolling them together in one hand. "Come on, beginner boy," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You said you wanted gains, right? Well, you’ve got the gut for it now. Let’s fill it up properly."

Dylan groaned, his hands resting limply over his stomach like they might somehow hold back the growing pressure. Ethan paid no attention. His hand hovered just above Dylan’s mouth, the mashed potatoes already starting to smear along Dylan’s lips as he pressed the bundle closer. Dylan turned his head slightly, grumbling under his breath, but Ethan tilted his chin back with a firm nudge.

"Open up," Ethan said, almost a growl, his fingers steady as they pushed the food forward. Dylan’s jaw parted reluctantly, and Ethan slid the food in, his thumb grazing over Dylan’s tongue as he withdrew his hand.

The swallow was audible, a thick, wet gulp that made Dylan wince and breathe out sharply. Ethan’s eyes darted down, catching the way Dylan’s bloated stomach tensed with the effort, the skin stretching taut like an overinflated balloon.

"Shit, bro," Ethan muttered, half-laughing as he grabbed another piece of steak and mashed potatoes from the plate. "Look at that belly. You’re already looking stuffed, and we’re just getting started." He pressed the next piece into Dylan’s mouth, watching with a strange mix of satisfaction and fascination as Dylan’s throat worked to swallow it down. The sound was heavier now, slower, and Dylan’s chest heaved slightly as he fought to keep up.

"Too much," Dylan rasped, his voice hoarse as he leaned back further, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His hands drifted to his stomach, fingers brushing the curve of his gut like he didn’t quite believe how big it had gotten.

"Nah, you’re fine," Ethan said, his tone dismissive as he reached for more food. "You wanted to bulk up, didn’t you? You gotta eat like it, man. Don’t go quitting on me now."

Ethan leaned in closer this time, holding the next bite to Dylan’s lips, but this time, Dylan’s head tilted slightly. His lips parted again, more out of instinct than intent, and Ethan didn’t hesitate. He pressed the food forward, guiding it into Dylan’s mouth. Dylan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the movement slower now, more strained.

But Ethan didn’t pull back. His hand lingered too long this time, fingers still brushing Dylan’s tongue as he went to add more. Dylan’s mouth opened wider, reflexively, and before either of them realized it, his lips closed around Ethan’s fingers.

Ethan froze, a laugh bubbling in his throat. "Uh, bro?" he started, but Dylan’s throat worked again, and his hand was tugged forward, the warmth of Dylan’s mouth closing further up his wrist.

Dylan’s eyes were closed, moaning, his instincts already taking over. His throat contracted, pulling Ethan’s hand in deeper, his body working on autopilot. Ethan’s laugh faltered, replaced with a sharp intake of breath as he tried to pull back, but Dylan’s grip was stronger than either of them expected.

Dylan’s throat worked rhythmically, completely out of sync with the reality of what was happening. Ethan’s hand slid deeper, his wrist vanishing past Dylan’s lips as his throat bulged slightly with the effort. Each swallow was slow, steady, and deliberate, though Dylan’s glazed expression and the dazed heaviness in his half-lidded eyes showed he was oblivious to the situation.

Ethan’s arm twitched as he tried to pull back, but it was no use. Dylan’s body had its own agenda now, driven by the instinct to consume and keep going. His throat tightened again, the powerful muscles drawing Ethan further in, pulling his forearm past the curve of Dylan’s jaw. The wet, slick sound of swallowing filled the room, almost drowned out by Ethan’s sudden, stifled grunt as his arm disappeared up to the elbow.

"D-Dylan!" Ethan gasped, his voice breaking as he tried to yank his arm free, the motion only helping Dylan’s throat work faster. Dylan leaned back instinctively, his head tilting to make the process easier, his body operating on autopilot. The movement caused his stomach to shift, and he grunted softly, his free hand absently rubbing the firm swell beneath his ribs as if that might help the growing discomfort.

The tight pull of his throat forced Ethan’s other arm up, making him lose balance. His torso pressed against Dylan’s chest, and Dylan’s lips widened naturally to accommodate the new bulk. His jaw stretched wider, effortlessly taking Ethan’s shoulder as if it were second nature.

Ethan’s muffled protests were drowned in the slick, squelching sounds of Dylan’s throat, each contraction pulling him deeper, his chest sinking into the warm, flexing grip of Dylan’s gullet. Dylan didn’t even pause, didn’t seem to register the increasing weight pressing against him. His throat bulged visibly, his body instinctively adjusting to the load as he swallowed again, this time with a wet, audible gulp that sent Ethan’s upper chest sliding deeper.

His lips stretched around Ethan’s ribs, his throat working mechanically to draw him further in. Dylan shifted slightly, leaning forward now as Ethan’s weight dragged him, forcing him to adjust. His hands gripped the couch, his fingers tightening as his body found a rhythm, each powerful gulp guiding Ethan’s frame deeper, with no signs of hesitation or awareness.

Ethan’s legs kicked weakly as his waist reached Dylan’s lips. The taut curve of Dylan’s throat pressed against his own chest, Ethan’s muffled voice barely audible now, drowned beneath the steady, wet noise of swallowing. Dylan’s gut began to swell noticeably, the taut curve expanding into something larger, rounder, as more of Ethan’s body slid inside.

Another deep swallow sent Ethan’s hips into Dylan’s mouth, the weight pressing down on his lap as his stomach stretched further, rounder, the skin tight and gleaming with strain. Dylan groaned softly, his hand pressing against the growing dome of his gut, but there was no hesitation in his body’s movements. His throat bulged again as Ethan’s thighs slid past his lips, the sensation barely registering.

Ethan’s calves were next, and Dylan leaned back into the couch again, his lips parting wider as he tilted his head back to let gravity assist the final stretch. His throat flexed powerfully, a deep, wet gulp sending Ethan’s knees down, his legs curling slightly as they disappeared further.

With one final swallow, Dylan’s lips closed around Ethan’s toes, his throat tightening to draw them down in a smooth, final motion. He exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling as his body finally stilled. His gut was massive now, a heaving, tightly-stretched dome that pinned him against the couch, the weight pressing heavily on his thighs.

Dylan blinked slowly, his hand resting on the crest of his swollen stomach, his breath steadying as he absentmindedly rubbed the taut skin. A low, soft groan escaped him, his body adjusting to the fullness without a single ounce of realization of what he had just done.

Dylan let out a long, slow exhale, his hand dragging lazily over the massive curve of his stomach. His head tipped back against the couch as his breathing steadied, his whole body feeling sluggish and heavy, like he’d just polished off a buffet for ten. Except… this wasn’t just food. Something wasn’t adding up.

A muffled sound from deep within his gut snapped his eyes open. His brow furrowed as he stared down at the swollen dome pressing against his thighs. The weight felt… different. Denser. Shifting faintly under his palm, almost like—

“Shit,” Dylan muttered, his voice breaking the quiet. He blinked again, slower this time, his hand pausing mid-rub. His brain, still hazy from the sheer effort of swallowing, tried to piece together what the hell had just happened. His fingers pressed into the firm, tight swell of his belly, feeling the stretched skin and the subtle movement beneath.

"Bro?" he said aloud, his voice low, almost uncertain. Another muffled sound came from inside, louder this time, followed by a distinct push against the inside of his gut—something pressing back. Dylan’s stomach gurgled in protest, a loud, drawn-out groan that felt more like a warning than anything else.

He groaned, leaning forward slightly and bracing a hand on the couch, the motion causing his stomach to shift. “No way… No fuckin’ way.” His free hand pressed harder into the taut curve, the heat radiating from his belly only making the realization sink in further. Ethan wasn’t just gone—he was inside.

The weight was unreal, heavier than anything Dylan had ever imagined, his gut stretching farther than it had any right to. He glanced down at the way it pushed out over the waistband of his shorts, the tight skin gleaming faintly in the dim light. His gut was rock-solid, packed full not just with food but with— “Holy shit, bro,” Dylan muttered again, his voice dropping into something between disbelief and faint amusement. “You’re in there with all the mashed potatoes and steak. What the actual fuck.”

A muffled shout rose up from his stomach, faint but definitely Ethan’s voice. Dylan blinked, processing the sound, but it was barely distinguishable—just a low, frustrated string of noises completely swallowed by the layers of muscle and skin keeping Ethan pinned inside. Dylan couldn’t make out a single word, but he could feel the vibrations of Ethan trying to shout, the faint shifting as Ethan squirmed.

“Dude, it’s tight as hell in there, huh?” Dylan said, more to himself than anyone else, his lips quirking into a faint, sheepish grin. He rubbed a hand over his belly again, fingers trailing over the taut curve, pausing where he felt the most movement. “Guess that’s what you get for force-feeding me, huh? You wanted me to bulk up, and now you’re part of it.”

Another muffled noise came from inside, followed by what felt like a weak kick against the inner wall of Dylan’s gut. The sensation made him wince slightly, his stomach gurgling loudly in protest. “Alright, alright, chill out in there. You’re not exactly making this easier for either of us.” He leaned back again, trying to shift into a position that didn’t press the weight of his gut so hard against his thighs. The movement only made the pressure worse, his belly groaning as it adjusted to the strain.

Dylan sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair and letting his head fall back again. “How the hell did I even manage that?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I mean, you’re not exactly small, dude. Jesus.”

Another push from inside made him sit up straighter, his gut wobbling slightly from the motion. Ethan was clearly not settling down, and Dylan could feel the tight, cramped movements as his friend tried to reposition himself among the mess of food. His gut let out another low groan, the sounds inside almost as loud as Ethan’s muffled protests.

“Alright, bro, I get it,” Dylan said, his tone a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. He slapped the side of his belly lightly, feeling the vibrations ripple through. “You wanna get out. I hear ya. I just… I gotta figure out how to do that without making this whole thing worse.”

He leaned forward again, bracing both hands on his belly, his fingers pressing into the firm, stretched skin. The weight made it hard to move, let alone think, but he could feel Ethan shifting inside, trying to find space that simply wasn’t there. Dylan grimaced, his mind racing for a solution.

“Okay,” he muttered, half to himself. “Let’s figure this out before I actually end up digesting your ass.” His stomach gurgled loudly at the mention, and he frowned, swatting it lightly. “Don’t even think about it, man.”

He shifted again, his hands steadying the massive dome of his belly as he tried to stand. The weight pulled him back down almost immediately, and he grunted, planting his feet more firmly.

Dylan groaned, leaning over the kitchen sink as his gut let out another wet, ominous gurgle. His palms braced against the counter, his belly pressing uncomfortably into the edge. He’d been trying for hours to fix this—to undo what he’d somehow, impossibly, done—but nothing was working.

He’d tried everything. First, he tried drinking water, guzzling down glass after glass, hoping it might loosen something or make Ethan’s situation more bearable. But all it did was make his gut slosh even louder, the added weight stretching his stomach tighter, more painfully. Ethan’s muffled voice—barely audible at this point—had been filled with frustrated grunts and weak cries, but even those had started to fade.

Then Dylan had tried forcing himself to throw up. He jammed his fingers down his throat repeatedly, gagging over the sink, his eyes watering from the effort. But nothing came up. His stomach clenched painfully, but it refused to release anything. If anything, it felt tighter, like his body was digging in, holding onto everything inside, refusing to let go.

“Goddammit,” Dylan muttered, his voice shaky. He paced the kitchen in slow, uneven steps, his swollen gut swaying slightly with the motion. Every step sent another wave of pressure rolling through him, his stomach groaning as if mocking him. “Ethan, bro, I’m trying, I swear,” he said, though he knew Ethan couldn’t understand him. The muffled protests from inside had turned into weak, occasional noises, barely registering against the wet, relentless churn of digestion.

The hours ticked by, and every failed attempt to get Ethan out only made the situation worse. Dylan tried jumping, bending, twisting, anything to dislodge the mass in his gut. He even laid flat on the floor, pushing and kneading at his belly like he was trying to coax something stuck out of a drain. But nothing worked. Ethan didn’t budge.

“Fuck, man,” Dylan said, his voice breaking as he sat back against the couch, sweat glistening on his forehead. His gut was massive now, swollen and heavy, the skin flushed and stretched taut. Every few minutes, it would let out another deep, wet groan, the sound of digestion growing louder, more insistent. He pressed his hands into his belly, feeling the faint movements inside—Ethan’s weak struggles becoming less and less frequent.

“I didn’t mean for this,” Dylan whispered, his voice cracking. He rubbed his belly again, his fingers trailing over the tight curve. He could feel the heat radiating from it, the way his body was working overtime to process everything inside. Including Ethan. Especially Ethan.

Another muffled groan came from within, followed by a sharp kick that made Dylan wince. “I know, bro, I know,” he said, his voice shaking. “I don’t want this either, alright?” His throat tightened as he said the words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

He leaned back, his head resting against the couch as he stared at the ceiling, his breaths shallow and uneven. The hours had dragged on, and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the reality of what was happening. His body wasn’t waiting. It was working, relentless, determined to break Ethan down, no matter how much Dylan wanted to stop it.

He leaned back, his head resting against the couch as he stared at the ceiling, his breaths slow and steady. The hours had dragged on, and Dylan’s body had made its decision long before his brain had caught up. His stomach wasn’t waiting. It worked relentlessly, determined to break Ethan down, no matter how much he’d fought it at first. Now, though? Now he was just done fighting.

Ethan’s muffled cries had weakened into faint, pitiful noises, barely audible over the deep, rolling churns of Dylan’s gut. The earlier frantic kicks and shoves had dulled to pathetic twitches, barely registering anymore against the stretched walls of his belly. Dylan pressed his hand to the side of his gut, feeling the faint, fading resistance beneath the tight skin. It was almost like his friend was giving up, and honestly, Dylan wasn’t far behind.

“Man, you’re still at it?” Dylan muttered, rubbing the firm swell of his stomach. His voice was calm, almost lazy, with a sharp edge of indifference. “Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re outta options in there. You’re not going anywhere, bro. Not now.”

Another wet groan rumbled through his gut, deep and loud, almost mocking. Dylan smirked faintly, shifting on the couch to get comfortable, the weight of his bloated stomach pressing heavily into his thighs. His hand dragged across the massive dome, his fingers tracing the curve where Ethan was packed tight. “Guess that’s just how it’s gonna be,” he said, his tone casual, like they were talking about the weather. “Shit happens, man. You knew what you were getting into when you started stuffing me like that.”

He could feel Ethan still moving weakly, little nudges against the unyielding walls of his stomach, but the fight was almost gone. Every twitch was slower, weaker than the last. Dylan rubbed his belly absently, feeling the churns grow stronger as his body doubled down, working Ethan into the mess of food still sitting heavily in his gut.

“Man, I tried,” Dylan said, though there wasn’t much conviction in his voice. “I gave it a shot, but let’s be real—you were dead weight from the jump. And now? Now you’re just dinner.” He snorted softly, giving his belly a light slap. “Guess you’re finally pulling your weight, though. Literally.”

Ethan’s movements stilled briefly before resuming, but they were faint, almost nonexistent now. Dylan felt the shift inside as his gut gurgled louder, the sounds deep and deliberate. His body wasn’t just digesting—it was finishing the job, and Dylan was past the point of caring.

“Yeah, man,” he muttered, his voice quieter now but no less resigned. “It is what it is. You’re not getting out of there. So you might as well stop squirming and make it easy for both of us.” He leaned back further, his hand still rubbing lazy circles over his stomach, the heat from his gut almost comforting now.

Another deep, wet groan echoed from inside, louder this time, followed by the faintest twitch from Ethan. Dylan smirked again, his hand pressing into the heavy curve of his belly. “See? That’s better. Just let it happen, bro. You’re not getting out, so you might as well settle in.”

Ethan’s muffled voice had faded into silence now, drowned beneath the relentless churns and gurgles of digestion. Dylan let his eyes drift shut, the weight of his gut pinning him to the couch, the tension in his shoulders easing for the first time in hours.

[malevoreenthusiast]

Neighborly Infatuation

Trying something new here with writing from the prey's perspective. Let me know if you like it! I'm always happy to fulfill requests or asks! Enjoy!

Ever since my family had moved in to our new house on Canter Drive, I had the hots for my neighbor—Mr. Tim Saur. He was a single man, who, from what I could tell, never married, and he was always cordial with my family and especially kind to me. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when my affection for him started growing more…unhinged, but most days I would stare out my window and watch him sunbathe in the summer sun. Watching sweat cling to his hairy muscles was my sexual awakening, then reawakening, until it felt like my attraction for him never slept. And, for the most part, it didn’t. After getting home from my freshman year of college, I needed to make some money to support myself, so I thought what better way to make money than to ask Mr. Saur if he needed any help with his lawn or menial chores that would allow me to spend time with him.

So, I did that. I would go to the gym before mowing his lawn so that when I took my shirt off, my pump would potentially attract him. When I was folding his laundry, I occasionally stashed a few pairs of his obscenely stretched underwear to take home and worship. I did my best to show Mr. Saur my bulge that seemingly grew every time I was near him in hopes that he might notice. Alas, aside from a few glances here and there, Mr. Saur never seemed to reciprocate my advances. Yes, he would look at me when I was all sweaty and shirtless from mowing the lawn, but I craved more than just longing glances and “what-if.” I wanted deeper than that, so I concocted a plan that was so stupid it might work.

In the middle of the night, far past when any of my family stirred from slumber, I snuck down and out of the house in nothing but my underwear. My dick was already leaking through my boxers in anticipation for what I wanted to do. The summer night felt cool on my skin, electrifying me with thoughts of pure lust and desire. Making my way over to Mr. Saur’s back door, I quietly slid through, using my key he had gifted me a month prior. Small and dangerous creaks in the floorboards raised miniature alarm bells for an intruder in the night, but I couldn’t hear any of my neighbor’s grunts or moans synonymous with waking up. So, I continued onward.

Slowly pushing open the door to Mr. Saur's bedroom, I began stroking my cock, looking at his restful figure shining in the pale moonlight. His hairy body packed with muscle looked like a big chocolate cake, ripe for the taking. I stepped out of my underwear and slowly shimmied into bed next to him. His breath hitched, but he didn’t wake up. The cool touch of the mattress on my naked body was comforting, but I was looking for something more. I scooched in closer to the man of my desires, already feeling my cock touch his big, manly ass. I shuddered in bliss—this was everything I had ever wanted for the past several years. Slowly, with the gentility of a quiet mouse, I grabbed my neighbor by the shoulder and rolled him over so he was laying on his back. His face looked troubled, but by no means did he look like he was awake. Now, with my sexy neighbor in a prime position, I delicately wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled into his side. Thankfully, he didn’t notice or stir. It does make sense—a man as big as a bear would probably sleep like one, too. As I cuddled Mr. Saur, I went over the rest of my plan:

First, I would sneak into his bed in the middle of the night. That part was done, and I’m all set for phase two. In the morning when he awoke, I would act like we fooled around last night and that he was really drunk. Third, I would blackmail him by saying if he wouldn’t let me fuck him again, I would tell my parents and everyone in the neighborhood. Of course, there was nothing illegal about a 40-something man getting with a 19-year-old, but I think people would definitely look down upon it. My plan was perfect. All I had to do now was wait until morning and resist the urge to fuck him here and now…

“Kid, wake up!” Mr. Saur hissed. “The fuck are you doing, get up!” he shook me awake.

I smiled, knowing my plan had worked. “Goodmorning, Mr. Saur,” I said, enunciating the vowels slowly and deliberately. Fluttering my eyes open, I stared at him with an innocent expression, though my dick was harder than a steel beam. Apparently, my reaction, in his mind, confirmed that we had slept together the night prior.

“God, why does this always happen to me,” he rolled out of bed in his underwear. The morning sun illuminated his pulchritudinous body excellently, and my boner sprung from the covers of Mr. Saur’s bed. He looked at me, my throbbing cock, then back to me. “Did we…?”

I nodded whilst smiling knowingly. Mr. Saur had fallen for it right away. This worked out even better than I had imagined it would. I responded, “Oh yeah, several times. You loved it,” I mouthed, stroking my cock, signifying my readiness for “another round.”

Mr. Saur looked incredibly troubled, running his hand down his face like an exasperated cartoon character. Looking me up and down, he spoke, “Look, kid. I’m sorry I have to do this, but I can’t have anyone finding out about this.”

I faltered for a moment, unsure of what he meant. Quickly, I felt his tight grasp around my ankle, dragging me down to the foot of the bed where he was. I giggled, enjoying myself with how dominant he was showing himself to me. I stroked myself faster, moaning his name. When I thought he was about to climb on top of me in bed, he instead leaned down and put his mouth around my big toe. I didn’t take him for being such a kinky guy, but I wasn’t complaining. I wriggled my toes in his mouth and pushed my other foot to his lips to let him suck on them more. Seeing his wide eyes as he enveloped my other set of toes was orgasmic. I moaned out, “Wow, Mr. Saur. I wonder what else that mouth can fit inside of it…?”

He promptly showed me, swallowing up my feet in a large gulp. I was taken aback quite a bit; I didn’t think footjobs meant literally putting the entire person’s feet in your mouth. Still, it was kind of impressive seeing Mr. Saur’s mouth stretch over me like that. He continued staring at me with wide, predatory eyes, like I was a delectable slab of tender meat. I wiggled my hips and felt his spongy tongue lathering up the soles of my feet. He swallowed again, lurching my body downwards closer to his mouth. At this point, confusion was my primary feeling over lust. How could a human stretch their jaw like that…? Maybe this was some strange fetish I wasn’t privy to, but if Mr. Saur wanted it, I would provide.

“What’re you doing down there, handsome? Why don’t you crawl back up here and let me fuck that ass of yours again?” I tried to disengage him from…putting my legs in his mouth, but he didn't blink. All he did was swallow once again. His tight throat felt really warm and wet, and a rhythmic motion caressed my legs over and over, like he was slowly trying to gulp the rest of me down. My legs were too far down his throat for even me to find it arousing, so I tried to pull them out, only to find that I couldn’t. His throat was way too tight around me for me to be able to escape from his mouth. As I was coming to this conclusion, he swallowed again, this time widening his mouth around my thighs. My feet were tickled by a tight muscle which I assumed to be Mr. Saur’s stomach. I really didn’t know how he could do this, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to stop, unlike me. “Alright, Mister, don’t you think you’ve had your fun? You can let me go now…” I squirmed again, trying to dislodge myself from his tight, coaxing esophagus.

Mr. Saur shook his head, seizing my hips with an iron grip. In a forceful and excruciating motion, he pulled my body deeper down his mouth. Mr. Saur was actually trying to swallow me whole. What’s worse, he was succeeding. The wet, lubricated tunnel of his gullet widened around me, allowing me passage into his stomach. I didn’t know how this was possible, and I yelped in terror. How the hell was my neighbor doing this? I saw a glimpse of his stomach, which was now rounded out and bloated as my legs began expanding the curve of his hairy gut. “Mr. Saur, seriously, stop it. I don’t like this,” I began to wriggle more intensely now. His only answer was another deep, resounding gulp as my hard cock and plump cheeks entered his drooling maw.

Unfortunate in this case: I am only a man, so the immense pleasure I felt from Mr. Saur’s mouth drooling around my hefty cock and bubbly cheeks distracted me pretty terribly from the ongoing situation. His tongue expertly swirled around my head, building up my arousal and edging me closefr towards climax. He nibbled softly on my cheeks, making me giggle and squirm for him. The pleasure was so intense that I didn’t notice his next swallow, bringing me up to my abs in his seemingly endless maw. His throat still stimulated my dick, rubbing it with his tight muscle. Instinctually, I reached down my hands to stroke my cock, forgetting my situation. Mr. Saur was all too happy to oblige my hands and arms entry into his mouth so I could begin stroking my cock halfway down his throat. Lost in lust, I rubbed myself almost to climax before his plump lips wrapped around my shoulders. I couldn’t help myself anymore, as this strangely erotic feeling of getting engulfed by my neighbor brought out the worst in me. I moaned, “Oh please, Mr. Saur, you’re so fucking hot. Do I taste good, handsome? You like that?” Truly, I was a lost cause.

Barely registering Mr. Saur closing his lips around my head, I continued to jack off in his throat. My lower body had now fully entered into my neighbor’s sweltering stomach chamber and the rest of me soon followed. The plush, wet landscape of Mr. Saur’s belly was extremely soft and squishy, and his belly made so much noise that I could barely hear my own moans and dirty-talk. Gooning to the thought of Mr. Saur, I finally pumped my cock enough to erupt all over his stomach cavity. Thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from my fertile dick, coating the walls of his stomach in my potent semen. I groaned in his gut, and the indent of his hands rubbing over me was felt from every angle. I stayed there for a few more minutes, pumping my sensitive dick and squirming around in a lust-ridden haze. Eventually, I tried to prop myself up on my elbow, only to slip and fall into the juices that had started pooling below me. Then, I realized the gravity of my situation. Mr. Saur, my hot, sexy neighbor, had just swallowed me whole, and I was currently stewing away in his hairy belly. I felt him rubbing over me and belching obnoxiously as I jostled inside of him. The movements of his belly felt suspiciously like he was jacking off to my being inside of his gut. I was trying to keep my cool, but a particularly loud groan from inside his belly sent me into a frenetic panic.

Pounding on the walls of his belly, I scream, “Mr. Saur, please! Let me out!!” The movements from the outside only hastened, as if my struggles were turning him on even further. He belched, which tightened his stomach walls around me. The air was stale, and I was starting to feel claustrophobic in his gut. I pounded on his belly again, hoping he would realize this was all a big mistake and let me out, “Mr. Saur, I’m not food! You can let me out! Please!”

A big, hefty groan echoed as Mr. Saur came all over the massive dome of his belly. He patted his gut, belched, and said, “Sorry, kid, but I couldn’t have anyone finding out about us, you see. Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”

Mr. Saur’s behemoth of a belly gurgled and churned me inside of it. He rubbed over the hairy beast slowly and seductively. As much as I hated to admit it, I was still turned on by the absolute specimen of a man who had the ability to swallow an entire human being whole. Now I wish I had actually gotten him drunk and fucked him before this morning instead of just pretending I did. This plot had horribly backfired, and now, I was getting sloshed around inside the belly of my hot neighbor. He rubbed over me, which felt distastefully comforting, like a disco ball inside of a hearse. I wriggled around until I could find a more comfortable spot and began to slowly jack off once again, unable to deny my young body it’s lust. Soon enough though, the oxygen in Mr. Saur’s belly was cut off, and I was drifting off to sleep for the final time…

About two weeks later, Mr. Saur returned home from work, ready for a nice dinner. Stepping out of his car on the driveway, he noticed my twin brother knocking on his front door. He looked down at his (slightly larger, after I was digested) belly before looking back up at my kin, thinking that I might’ve somehow, impossibly, escaped his belly. With his heart pounding, he tentatively stepped out of his car and called over to my twin, “Kid, is that… you?”

My brother Tommy bounded over to Mr. Saur, with a serious expression on his face. He responded, “Hey, Mr. Saur, I’m Zach’s brother Tommy, nice to meet you. I was coming over to see if I could ask if you maybe knew anything about where Zach went? I really miss him, and he was always talking about how fun you were… We have no idea where he could’ve gone…”

Mr. Saur’s belly growled. He pondered for a moment, before responding, “Sure thing kid. Why don’t you come on in and we can have dinner together? I need a good meal right about now.” The two waltzed in to Mr. Saur’s house, ready to have a long talk about what happened two weeks ago.

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Freddie's Feat pt. 2

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“Dude,” Will gaped, “what the fuck happened?”

Freddie’s belly was actively wobbling about. He couldn’t feasibly deny what had happened, especially because Brayden’s discarded clothes were in one hand while his other was methodically rubbing the swell of his bulging belly. Freddie felt somewhat ashamed, but only because he had gotten caught. These were his friends, so surely if he explained what had happened, they would be understanding, right? The college sophomore dared a look at Alex, whose jaw was on the floor. Fred’s belly let out a low, cacophonous groan between the remaining three friends. They stared in awe.

“Well,” Freddie explained, trying to form a rational story that his friends would accept, “Brayden and I…wanted to see how much I could fit…in here?” Even to Freddie, the story sounded false. The truth—that Brayden forced himself down Freddie’s gullet—was even more absurd, and neither Will nor Alex would’ve believed him. Freddie continued, “Do you—BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP—mind if we go to the living room? I think I need to sit down.”

In a deafening silence, Freddie led the way towards Alex’s living room, never taking a hand off of his belly. Brayden, of all times, had chosen to stop speaking, letting Freddie deal with the consequences of his actions alone. Still, he could feel jerky movements inside of his stomach chamber. Presumably, Brayden was pleasuring himself to the feeling of being in Freddie’s gut, which was just perfect, as now Freddie had to deal with the fallout alone. Plopping in the center of the plush couch, Fred had to spread his legs far apart to make room for his belly. Alex and Will sat on either side of him, waiting for Freddie to explain himself further.

“Look, guys…” he started, unsure how to talk about the massive belly in the room, “Brayden kept on asking about my stomach: how much I could fit, if he tasted good, how good it felt swallowi—”

“Dude!” Will snipped, just below a yell. “You ate Brayden!”

“How did you even…” Alex trailed off, starting to move his hand onto Freddie’s bloated abdomen before Will slapped his hand away and shook his head like a disappointed parent.

Freddie prodded his Brayden-filled belly like it was a bomb about to explode, “Yeah… but look, he wanted it, too.” A massive gurgle escaped from Freddie’s gut.

“How can you say that?” Will spat, incredulous.

“Brayden was jacked, and I’m not small,” Freddie’s ego got in the way here, “I mean, I could probably take him in a fight, if I got in close and—”

“Dude!” Will yelled at his gluttonous friend.

“Right, sorry, not the point. Brayden was much bigger than me in height and muscle, Will. Do you really think I would’ve been able to—UUUURRRRRPPPPP—’scuse me. Do you think I would’ve been able to do this if he didn’t want it?”

Freddie’s belly growled, telling Freddie that his belly could handle even more. Alex looked awestruck, while Will was a mixture of disbelief and personally affronted. Freddie tried another method, as he wasn’t really getting anywhere with just explaining it with words. Wrapping his muscled arms around both of his friends’ shoulders, he brought them in close. The heat radiating from Freddie’s gut was alarming, yet it felt really comforting to all three guys, whether they liked to admit it or not. The air had turned colder because of Freddie’s insatiable stomach, but here, it seemed like the very thing that would warm all of them up.

“Here, feel him in there,” Freddie grabbed his friends’ hands in his and moved to place them on his belly. Will jerked away, standing up off the couch, but Alex let it happen.

“I’m not going to give you a belly rub after you ate Brayden,” Will spat out the last two words with vitriol.

Fred scoffed, feeling a little awkward. He did understand Will’s perspective, but also, couldn’t he just listen to reason? On the other hand, Alex started rubbing Freddie’s belly, leaning in to his big-bellied friend and intently fixated on Freddie’s stomach. Freddie looked down at Alex and hummed, rubbing his back in an intimate gesture between long-time friends. If Will wasn’t in his corner, he was glad he had Alex at least. Alex continued rubbing and doting on Fred’s gut, massaging it gently and listening to the loud noises it produced every few seconds. With each gurgle and churn, Alex snuggled up a little closer to Freddie, getting a better angle to rub his belly. Smitten with Alex, Freddie didn’t notice Will left the room and returned with a bedsheet and a determined look. Will cleared his throat, wrenching Freddie from sweetly rubbing Alex’s back and head whilst he massaged the behemoth of a belly beneath him.

“Right, you two are insane, but I’m not. We’re gonna fix this, okay?” Will knelt down before Freddie, getting eye level with his navel. “Hear that, Bray? We’re gonna get you out of there!” Will placed his flat palm on Fred’s belly, sending shivers of pleasure through the voracious college student.

“What are you doing…?” Freddie asked, feeling somewhat uncertain about Will’s approach to “getting Brayden out of there.”

“Well,” Will sounded annoyed, “you know he can’t stay in there.” Will glanced down at the wobbling mass attached to his best friend. “So, we’re gonna get him out, right Alex?”

Alex squeaked and nodded, standing up to show that he ultimately knew that Freddie was in the wrong, despite not being able to pry his gaze away from his gut.

“You’ll let us do this, right, Fred? You agree that Brayden needs to get let out, right?”

This felt like gentle parenting. Of course Freddie knew that Brayden shouldn’t stay in his belly…but, it felt really nice to have his muscular body massaging him from the inside. Hesitating for a moment, Freddie gave in, “Yes, Will. You’re… right. Okay.” His response sounded far too robotic to be convincing, and he himself wasn’t convinced about letting Brayden go. His belly, for the first time in so long, felt full and satiated. Why couldn’t he enjoy this for just a little while longer? Freddie, saddened by their soon-to-be separation, rubbed his belly fondly and patted his stomach where he thought Brayden’s head would be. Then, the thought hit him, “Wait, how are we going to get him out?”

Will answered, matter of factly, “Easy, the same way he went in.” Will stripped his shirt, revealing his own chiseled torso. While not as toned and jacked as Brayden, Will had been hitting the gym alongside Freddie, and he managed to build up a nice amount of bulk over the years. Why exactly he needed to take his shirt off, Freddie was unsure, but he explained his plan. He took a deep breath, as if to say “why am I friends with these lunatics,” but he spoke with a cool head, “Alright, we’re gonna tie this bed sheet around my waist and Alex will hold on to it for dear life. Freddie, do I have your word you won’t…do the same thing to me that you did to Brayden?”

Freddie was unfailingly loyal, and he would never betray a friend. In essence, that was how he swallowed Brayden in the first place—he was just fulfilling Brayden’s wishes to be in his belly. To that end, he responded, “You do.”

Will still knew Freddie like the back of his hand, so he truly wasn’t worried about Freddie’s gluttony getting in the way. Plus, with his promise, Will’s determination was cemented into fruition. “Good, what we’re gonna do is have Freddie…take me in…then I’m gonna hold on tight to Brayden. You two will pull the both of us out together, understand?”

The two nodded in unison, giving way to their group-leader. Freddie’s stomach growled, which he silently cursed for being excited to have Will down his throat. Now that he knew he could swallow someone as big as Brayden, he wanted to test the waters more. Still, he made a promise, and he intended to keep it. The nagging thought plagued him, however: what about what Brayden wanted? The reality, something Will and seemingly Alex refused to believe, was that Brayden wanted to be swallowed up by Freddie. Regardless, the plan was almost in motion. Like a high-stakes bank heist, Freddie and Will and Alex all steeled themselves for what was to come.

“I can’t believe you, man. How did you even…” Will sighed and shook his head before tying the final knot around his waist. He awkwardly approached Freddie, unsure of how to begin this strangely erotic process. He participated earlier in the banter about Freddie’s belly, but he never imagined it would get this…peculiar. Turning back to Alex, the two exchanged a look, regarding each other about their ravenous friend and the trouble he’s caused. Alex’s knuckles whitened around the bed sheet, and Freddie started feeling guilty only because of the gravity Will was treating this situation with. With a stern look, Will demanded of his big-bellied friend, “Don’t swallow. Let me do the moving, okay? I swear, Freddie, if you gulp me down like Brayden,” he dared a look at Freddie’s wobbling gut, “...just, don’t.”

Freddie nodded profusely, obeying without hesitation. Despite that, his belly growled. “Do I open wide, or…”

“Don’t make it weird, bro.”

Freddie didn’t know how to make this situation any less odd, but he opened his maw once again that night, ready to take Will into his stomach. Will jumped up and down a few times and shook himself out, as if he was preparing for a sporting event. Freddie just sat there, wrapping his hands around the obscene dome of his gut. After several long, tense moments, Will approached Freddie, eyes narrowed. Freddie tried to relax, spreading his legs out and resting his arms on the back of the couch. He figured having his arms away from Will would make it harder for him to want to take control and start pushing Will deeper down his velvety gullet. However, in Will’s perspective, he only saw Freddie getting ready for another taste of friend. He shook it off. This was Freddie—one of his best friends—and Freddie would never break a promise.

Will leaned down and put a finger in Freddie’s open, awaiting, and salivating mouth. The group leader shuddered like a withering plant. The hot, slimy texture from his friend’s tongue wrapped around his finger like a snake enveloping its prey. Fred stared deep into Will’s hazel eyes, waiting in anxious anticipation for another taste of his friend. His leg started bouncing in an attempt to stop himself from swallowing more of his friend down his throat. Every impulse in Freddie’s body was screaming for him to add Will to the bulge in his belly—to reunite him and Brayden. But, he resisted. He made a promise, and he was going to keep it.

After what felt like years, Will pushed his other hand into Fred’s mouth and began to dive deeper into the hot, wet confines of Freddie’s throat. It smelled rancid: a half digested mixture of the sushi Freddie devoured earlier and Brayden’s cologne burned the nostrils like a chemical accident. Freddie eagerly accepted Will’s arms down his throat, feeling the familliar bulge in his diaphragm that Brayden made in his similar descent. With an iron will, Freddie didn’t swallow, almost choking himself just to appease Will’s request. His friend was clearly uncomfortable as his head and shoulders slid into Fred’s unhinged gullet, but he was doing this for Brayden. Freddie looked down at Alex, who was still eyeing his gut with a trance-like stare. Alex was so encapsulated by watching Freddie open up wide enough for Will to fit inside that he began to lose his grip on the bed sheet that tethered the group leader to the outside world. Then, an unfortunate series of events took place.

Freddie moaned, trying to get Alex’s attention. He pointed to the bedsheet loose in Alex’s hands, but in doing so, Freddie’s moan turned into a cough, then a gag, then a deep, guttural, slow swallow. The two boys heard Will yelling from inside. Freddie had done the one thing Will had asked him not to. Freddie could feel Will’s head and arms enter his stomach chamber with a wet, slimy squelch. Freddie bucked his hips, fraught with desperation to fit the rest of his friend down his gullet. Rivers of drool pooled out of Fred’s mouth, lubricating his friend and dropping onto the couch with loud, rhythmic plopping noises. To try and quell his urges, Freddie thrummed his belly roughly, hoping that Brayden alone would satiate his desires. Unfortunately, his friend seemed to have other plans that would make that difficult.

Deep breaths through the nose eventually let Freddie calm down and excruciatingly, painfully, finally let him resist the overbearing urge to belly the rest of Will. Nodding his head at Alex, Freddie patted his monstrous gut, telling Will and Brayden that it was okay to come up. They waited for a moment, then two, then for about thirty seconds, nothing happened. Freddie’s two friends inside his digestive tract seemed to be arguing about something. Faint, muffled voices could be heard that carried the tone of urgency and intensity. Then, all of a sudden, Will was yanked deeper into Freddie’s throat. Eyes wide, Freddie looked at Alex bewildered. Freddie didn’t swallow, and Will certainly didn’t want to go any deeper into his friend’s belly, so what was going on? Another yank pulled Will’s thighs down Fred’s drooling maw, happily accepting more food whether Freddie’s mind wanted it or not. The two outside started panicking, not knowing how Will was getting pulled deeper.

“What the hell do I do?” Alex practically shrieked, watching Will get pulled deeper into Freddie, ballooning out his gut even more.

Freddie flew his arms out to the side in an “I don’t know” gesture. Feeling Will started kicking his legs in a frenetic passion, he signaling to both guys to pull him out. Through all the shock and confusion, both guys took a hold of Will by the legs, getting ready to wrench him out. They pulled and pulled to no avail. Something was keeping Will stuck inside Freddie’s throat, pulling him deeper…

“Come on, Will, just give in!” Brayden yanked Will’s slippery torso deeper into Freddie’s stomach chamber. He had been quietly pleasuring himself since arriving in the pit of Fred’s belly, listening intently to the commotion going on outside. Will’s plan was to excavate him from Fred’s belly, but he knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be. He did force-feed himself to Freddie, after all, so he was here purely because he wanted to be in here. Will didn’t seem to grasp that. What’s worse, he didn’t understand like Brayden did how amazing it was to be inside of Freddie’s gut. So, in an attempt to get Freddie’s belly stretched even further, and to allow Brayden to stay inside the hot, wet, gurgly confines of his friend’s gut, Brayden used his overt strength to pull Will in alongside him.

“Let go of me man! Are you insane?” Will wriggled from Brayden’s grasp only to be clung onto again. Will’s psychopath of a friend was trying to get them both stuck in Freddie’s belly, even though Will was trying to rescue Brayden.

Slippery as it was, Brayden was by far the strongest and largest in the friend group. Will had no purchase to cling to, and Freddie and Alex on the outside couldn’t contest Brayden's strength and devotion to Freddie’s gut at once. Grasping Will’s moist skin by the armpits, Brayden tugged hard, feeling something come loose. With a great strain, Brayden’s constant back days came in great use as he pulled Will all the way inside Freddie’s stomach chamber, feeling the cramped confines of Fred’s belly expand two-fold to fit in two of his best friends now as opposed to the one.

“There you go,” Brayden panted, “see how nice it is in here? Come on bro, admit it, you know you want to…” Brayden rubbed over his friend's naked torso and legs, covering him with Freddie’s stomach juices. In here, the noise was deafening. Their glutton of a friend’s belly truly never knew a limit, seeing as how Fred’s belly easily contained both Brayden and Will now. His shorts had inexplicably excused themselves from Will’s legs, leaving him completely naked alongside Brayden. Will hated that his body was accepting this, as his cock was rock hard alongside his other belly-filler that he used to call a friend. Very proud of himself, Brayden nudged the stomach walls of his friend, signaling to the young predator that he had fulfilled his belly even more.

Outside, a shocked silence filled the room, broken up by Freddie’s belly, which was a harbinger for stomach gurgles and groans. Freddie smacked his lips and limply played with the bedsheet that was once anchoring Will to the outside and was now attached to nothing. With an immense amount of guilt, his primary thought was that he wished he had gotten to savor Will a bit more before feeling him grow his belly out twice as big. He patted his disproportionately rounded gut and looked up to Alex.

“So, uh…” Freddie patted his belly, “what now?”

A huge burp erupted from Fred’s mouth, caused by the fighting that seemed to be happening inside his belly. As a consequence, Will’s gym shorts came flying out of Freddie’s mouth and slapped Alex directly in the face. The saliva-covered fabric seemed to be all that was left of their friend, if you discounted the titanic belly Freddie now sported and rubbed over possessively. Looking down, Freddie saw the bulges of Brayden’s hands, and he began to piece together what had happened.

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“I think, uhh,” Freddie rubbed his chin, unsure how to say this in a way that sounded digestible, “I think that Brayden pulled Will down into my belly. I mean…You saw me. I didn’t swallow him once. I kept my promise, and yet, he’s…” Freddie trailed off and looked down at the squirming bulges that comprised his stretched abdomen.

“Huh… Will’s in there, too.” Alex spoke like he was hypnotized. Without warning, he kneeled down and began rubbing the crest of Freddie’s belly with a sensual spark of desire. Eye to eye with Freddie’s navel, Alex gave his friend’s belly button a light kiss.

Exasperated, Freddie belched and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his stomach. Now he had two friends in here, and it felt so, so good. But, Will definitely wasn’t happy in there, and Alex wasn’t going to be of any help getting him out. Brayden couldn’t be more overjoyed, having added not only himself but Will in there, too. Leaning back, Freddie took a look at his engorged stomach with a little bit of awe. As ashamed he was to admit it, he was really proud of how he could fit two whole guys in there at once. The curve, the spherical shape, the noises his gut made as it sloshes around his food—Freddie was pretty much in heaven. Plus, Alex rubbing his belly, hypnotically fixated on his aptitude for swallowing his friends whole, which really helped make the college student feel great.

Inside, the belly-captives were essentially oil-wrestling, with Brayden favored as the clear victor. Freddie’s jam-packed gut kneaded them together, constantly rubbing cocks in the midst of their violence.

“Fuck you!” Will panted, finding difficulty in finding oxygen within the moist, squishy belly. His cock was at full mast, constantly getting stimulated by the wet, enveloping organ that contained him as well as Brayden’s brash movements.

“We belong in here, bro! Don’t you like how it feels?” Brayden pushed Will to the bottom of the belly, soaking his body in the mush that Freddie devoured at dinner. Pinning Will’s wrists next to his head, Brayden slowly lowered his torso to sit on Will, letting his wet, hard cock slide up into Brayden’s lubricated hole. Both boys moaned in unison, quickly shifting the vibe inside Freddie’s belly. What once was a sweaty mess of hatred and violence quickly turned into a sloppy, sweltering fuck session. Both guys dropped their hands and immediately clung to the other, kissing each other with so much passion that any romance movie would be jealous. The soft, wet folds of Freddie’s belly really did a number on both guys’ sex drive. Brayden began bouncing on Will’s leaking cock, whilst Will groped Brayden’s pecs for dear life as he was ridden within an inch of his life. 

“Fuck, me, you take that cock so well,” Will breathed, completely forgetting how angry he was at the meathead.

“Yeah, you like that, Will? You like how your big cock feels in my ass?” Brayden spat, cupping Will’s head and quickening his pace, grinding his bubble butt harder onto his friend. Will’s thick meat slid easily in and out of Brayden’s plump cheeks, wet slapping sounds accompanying each bounce on his cock. On the outside, this sloppy sex was stirring up a great deal of gas for Freddie.

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“Ugh, what the hell are they doing in there?” Freddie touched his belly delicately as if it were about to explode. After a prolonged lack of movement, his gut started shifting back and forth in a rhythmic kind of motion. He seriously didn’t know what the guys were up to, but it really made his belly feel good with all of the movement inside. 

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“Jesus, they’re really moving around in there,” Alex looked up for the first time in a long while. His own aching cock was visible through his shorts, yet Freddie tried not to pay attention to his friend’s throbbing member.

This night couldn’t have been more strange, so Freddie decided to throw the towel in and go crazy with his ambitions. He had already swallowed two thirds of his friend group. He might as well finish the last guy off. His belly still had room for more, and he knew that Alex would taste delicious. Freddie, ever rubbing his belly, casually spoke, “So how do you want to go down?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah. So how do you want to go down? Feet or head first?” Freddie seemed transfixed on a spot on his stomach as he rubbed it without making eye contact. He belched out the side of his mouth, a casual display of his immense greed.

“Freddie…no…” Alex wanted to back away, but Freddie quickly seized him by the wrist. His stomach made a cacophonous sloshing sound with the other guys inside.

“Don’t worry, bro. It’ll be fine. Just tell me how you wanna — BBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — go in.” Freddie’s casual tone for speaking about swallowing up his last friend was chilling. For the first time this night, Freddie was taking charge of the situation and doing exactly what he wanted to do. No more meals would shove themselves down his gullet; he was gonna gulp down someone for himself. And, as it happens, Alex was going to be that someone. “Which way will it be?”

Alex was tugged down onto the couch to meet Freddie eye-to-eye. He couldn’t help but stare further at his friend’s massive belly that held two of his friends within it. Gulping nervously, he suddenly felt like he was trapped in this situation. Will wasn’t here to save him. In fact, Will had also fallen victim to Fred’s belly. Brayden wasn’t here, either, to try and knock some sense into the predator. Brayden also ended up inside Freddie’s hungry tummy. These thoughts sent Alex reeling. How did Freddie do this? How could he do this? Why was he so casual about gulping down his entire friend group that he's been with for years? As he pondered this question, Freddie gave up on waiting for an answer. He clicked his tongue, chuckled, and licked Alex’s neck, tasting his final meal for the night.

“God, you taste so fucking delicious. Just as meaty as Brayden, and almost as salty as Will. You’re gonna feel so good going down, Alex.”

“F-Freddie, please,” Alex whimpered, cowering at his friend’s curious tongue. This sudden change in attitude was like a piercing bullet to the heart, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Shhh,” Freddie whispered, “hear that…?” The predator’s stomach let out a long, deep rumble, sounding like a brutal threat to anyone that wasn’t Freddie. “I'm still hungry for more, Alex. You know what that means,” Fred licked hip lips.

“No. No, please! Feddie, I’m your friend, I’m not—”

Alex was cut off by Freddie wolfing down his head, forcing him in like he was meant to be dessert for his hungry friend. The salacious, formidable predator bunched up Alex’s shoulders and pulled his delectable body deeper into his throat. Inside his belly, the other two were still brutally fucking, so poor Alex would be having the shock of his life once he was swallowed down further. Freddie, in a euphoric fervor, did not seem to care about Alex’s well-being at the moment. His only concern was filling up his avaricious belly, which he was beginning to love and cherish more and more now. Alex’s flavor was a symphonic mix of his other two friends, which cascaded down his throat and kindled a warm, pure glow of pleasure in the pit of Freddie’s being. He moaned out, loudly signalling to Alex how good he tasted.

Freddie’s meal began struggling desperately for escape; however, he would find no solace besides the warm-wet embrace of Fred’s esophagus and digestive tract. Still, Alex began kicking his legs out, shouting for help. Unfortunately, all he looked like was a fish out of water, and Freddie was bringing him back into the sea. His severe gluttony propelled him to swallow more of Alex down, completely consuming his torso in a rapacious swallow. His throat muscles contracted against his friend, tightening then opening wide to allow his journey deeper into the yearning belly. For the third time that night, Freddie’s esophageal sphincter opened up, welcoming Alex’s head into his chamber, rife with activity.

Freddie pondered for a moment if what he was doing was right, but his head was far too clouded with how big his belly was going to be once Alex was safely tucked inside. A man’s gotta eat, right? Sometimes, if you’re hungry enough, you just need to make do with what’s around you, right? Freddie patted himself on the back for being resourceful and tilted his head back, letting Alex’s lower half slowly slide down into his belly. Like this, Fred could feel his stomach actively bloating out, which felt like a constant stimulation of satisfying pleasure, and he could also watch as Alex’s legs disappeared behind his plush lips, which was equally as fulfilling. A low, wet, sliding noise sounded as his tortured friend thrashed wildly but ultimately slipped deeper and deeper into his friend’s throat. In his mouth, a pool of saliva had formed, making Alex nice and wet to facilitate his travels. If Freddie could be honest with himself, this was amazing. It felt so good to be able to swallow his friends whole, and as time passed, he was convincing himself that this is where they belonged—inside his belly, gurgling and churning away.

After an agonizingly long time for Alex but a tragically brief time for Freddie, gravity had done its job. Alex was safely past Freddie’s open maw. He gulped one time, sending Alex’s feet barrelling into his rapidly growing gut. When his gargantuan stomach rounded out, he felt relieved to have finally finished his dinner for the night. He leaned down and kissed his squirming belly: a monument to his insatiable hunger.

“Fuck me, you guys were good,” he moaned. “Just look at this thing! You made me huge, but it feels so good– UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP–settle down in there, okay you guys?”

Fred jostled his belly, hearing the roaring sloshes and feeling the frenetic movements inside of it. If he could reach his aching cock around his behemoth of a belly, he would have ejaculated twenty times by now. Who knew the process of swallowing your entire friend group whole could be so erotic? With a herculean effort, Freddie used the momentum of his belly to stand himself up and begin something of a penguin waddle over to Alex’s bedroom where he would sleep these guys off for the night. His hands were magnetic to his belly—Freddie was addicted to feeling his stomach gurgle around his friends, coating them in his juices and massaging their meat until they were tender. He had to pause in the hallway to take deep breaths because walking around while carrying your best friends in your stomach was tiring work. Plus, his friends were still definitely moving around in there. It seemed like they didn’t want to give up just yet.

As Fred finally made his way to Alex’s soft, queen-sized bed, Brayden, Will, and now Alex were all about to reach their climax. Somehow, Will had maneuvered Brayden to the middle of Freddie’s gut so he could fuck his mouth. As he was doing so, Alex spilled into the stomach chamber with them, and Brayden taunted Alex with his perky bubble butt. Alex figured he might as well because there was nothing else to do, so he joined in on the fun, ravaging Brayden’s used hole with his rock-hard dick. The boys, now engaged in a passionate threesome, were kicking up a lot of gas for poor Freddie, who was belching up a storm on the outside. The air gradually became more stale as time passed. To Freddie, this was just a food coma after a big meal, but to his friends, this was their last night to truly live, so they had to make everything worth it. As Alex and Will Eiffel Towered Brayden, they kissed deeply whilst pumping in and out of their muscular friend. The oxygen supply was slowly running out, so their movements quickened, knowing they had little time left. With a rough pounding, all three guys came gallons at the same time, letting their cum paint Brayden and the stomach walls that kneaded them like dough.

“Fuck..!” Brayden, exclaimed, short of breath. “I love you guys…Fuck you Brayden,” he said, kissing him angrily on the lips.

“You were the best friends I’ve ever had,” Alex rubbed his cock between Brayden’s ass cheeks and collapsed onto his back.

“I’m glad we’re all here to experience this together,” Brayden moaned, grinding against Alex and kissing Will deeply.

With that, the sweltering confines of Freddie’s belly took control, siphoning any oxygen the boys might’ve had left over and replacing it with digestive enzymes and stomach juices. It was unfortunate, but it’s not like anyone there didn’t know what happens inside a hungry belly. In a hazy fervor of passion and lust, the guys all fell asleep on top of each other, letting Freddie’s belly get to work on them.

Freddie, still dozing, woke up in the middle of the night to rub his belly and feel his friends stop moving. He groaned in dissatisfaction, as their movements felt really good, but he rubbed his belly once more and smiled, cooing softly to them, “You guys tasted so good. Thank you for filling me up, bros.”

The morning sun-rays filtered through Alex’s blinds like beams of heaven themselves illuminating Alex’s bedroom. Brayden woke up first, just in time to see Freddie entering the room, four coffee mugs in hand. He himself looked like an angel with his short, curly hair, striped boxers, and muscular frame. And, curiously, his flat six-pack had returned to its shredded state. His predatory friend beamed at Brayden lovingly before handing him a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Freddie fluttered his eyelashes in a mock-girlfriend type of manner to Brayden, who looked down at his coffee with a confused expression, like it was drugged.

“What…? But didn’t you…?” Brayden trailed off, still feeling somewhat sticky. He was naked, which was bizarre, given that Freddie didn’t seem off-put by it in the slightest. Looking over, he saw two other naked, sleeping figures—Alex and Will—cuddled up against each other tightly and snoring softly. They looked cute together, but that didn’t shake the confusion Brayden felt stirring in him.

“I did,” Freddie admitted, nodding his head and taking a sip of coffee casually. “But, Bray, you know me enough by now, don’t you? You knew you guys were never actually on the menu…”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Brayden slumped, somewhat disappointed, and Freddie climbed into bed next to his larger friend to comfort him about not being digested.

Rubbing Bray’s back in slow circles, Freddie squeezed next to him and whispered, “And, plus, I want…” Freddie murmured something into his coffee mug that Brayden couldn’t hear.

“Huh?”

“I wanted…”

“Freddie, speak up bro.”

“I want to do it again with you guys. Here, listen,” Freddie’s stomach was growling with a deep primal hunger. Last night had unlocked something in him that needed satisfying.

Brayden looked at Freddie in his charming, handsome face, taking a moment to analyze and scan his friend’s handsome features. The, Brayden leaned in slowly and kissed Freddie passionately on the lips. Freddie was taken aback, but he put his coffee mug on a bedside table and kissed Bradyen back with equal amounts of lust.

The two boys went on like that for quite some time, fooling around with each other and listening to Freddie’s stomach growl. Eventually, Will woke up to the sight of Brayden’s hand wrapped around Freddie’s massive cock and he jumped back in shock. The two laughed and decided to wake Alex up to explain everything that had happened last night. After a great deal of apologizing from Freddie for making it seem like they were his food (Surprisingly, Will forgave him almost instantly, but Alex needed more convincing), and after a lot of…previously unsurfaced feelings were hashed out in the folds of Freddie’s belly, the guys all took turns washing up in Alex’s shower, making sure Freddie’s digestive juices weren’t anywhere on their person, they all got together to walk down to a breakfast place down the street (Freddie’s idea, of course).

Brayden grabbed Freddie by the elbow before he went out the door to follow Will and Alex, who were already down onto the street. Sheepishly, Brayden asked, “Hey, Freddie?”

“Yeah Bray?”

“One day, will you let me stay in there,” Brayden nodded down at Fred’s stomach. “Like, permanently.”

Freddie smiled warmly, kissing Brayden on the cheek, “Sure thing, bro. One day. But for now, let’s just go get breakfast.” Freddie’s belly rumbled softly, telling them it was time to go.

In elation, Brayden picked up Freddie with ease, spinning him around several times and kissing Freddie everywhere he could think of, stopping for a moment at his abdomen, giving a slower, more meaningful kiss there, which earned him a deep growl. Freddie blushed a crimson scarlet, barely able to hold himself back from swallowing his friend right then and there. “Alright, Bray, you’ve had your fun. Let’s go catch up with the others. I’m starving.”

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Gulping on the Green

Hello! I apologize for being MIA for so long. I'm happy to report that midterm season went well though! I'm quite happy with this story, so I hope you enjoy it, too! As always, feedback, requests, ideas---anything is welcome! My DMs and ask box is always open

Clink! The driver sent the golf ball flying out across the open air like a cresting wave. The brilliant blue sky opened up to a golden, radiating sun. Out on the green, the wind was gentle and verdant, and the feeling was genial. The four guys stood together uniformly with hands shielding their eyes from sunlight like statues of Greek gods. The Sunday heat was only worsened by the cloudless sky, but the brothers had been itching to golf for the past several weeks after a tumultuous season of midterms and storms. Finally, on a day as tranquil as this one, they made the trip out to the green and have been matching par on each hole.

“Nice!” Kristian pumped his fist after glimpsing where his ball had landed. He was a pledge for the frat this spring semester (an odd occurrence, but, considering what had happened in the fall, Sigma Alpha Epsilon needed new pledges desperately) and his joyful exuberance was always great to have around. He turned to Griffin, the only other pledge in this group of four and high-fived him with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

“Nice, nice,” Blake conceded, giving a faux golf-clap to his pledge, “but how about we make ourselves a little bet? Whoever has the best score at the end of the game needs to pay for the others’ lunch. Let’s do this in pairs. You two guys will be together,” Blake nodded at Kristian and Griffin, “and Josh and I will be the other set,” Blake wrenched his arm around Josh’s shoulder, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, listening in on the conversation.

“Ah, sweet!” Kristian, ever the optimist, cheered, “you’re on! Alright, Griffin, we got this bro!” Griffin and Kristian looked suitably fired up, and their eagerness spilled out and went right into Blake.

“But we should warn you two,” Blake smirked, “Josh and I are big eaters, especially Josh here. You should’ve seen him: last semester—”

Josh stamped his heel onto Blake’s toes with all of his force and cleared his throat. Blake was much more extroverted than Josh, and as such, he was willing to part with information that Josh preferred to keep close to his chest. “What Blake means to say,” Josh shot a warning glance at his brother and best friend, “is may the best men win.” The shorter frat bro smiled warmly and gestured for Griffin to make his tee shot while grinding his shoe into Blakes’, dyeing it green with the wet turf from the morning dew. Watching the two pledges turn around and make their shot, Josh whispered just below his breath, “Dude, don’t even joke about that. I’m not even allowed to be alone near pledges this semester after what happened in the fall. The only reason they’re allowing it now is that you’re here ‘supervising’ me,” Josh said in air quotes.

Blake giggled and brought Josh in closer to ruffle his hair. “You worry too much, bro. It’ll be fine! These guys are good, so we’ll probably owe them lunch anyway,” Blake snorted, letting Josh go.

Josh grumbled in agreement, hoping that Blake wasn’t planning anything serious. He thought back to the genesis of all of his nervousness–fall semester, Halloween night. He placed a hand on his flat six-pack, making sure he didn’t already make the same mistake again. Absentmindedly watching the golf game play out, Josh recalled the events of the previous holiday.

SAE was throwing on Halloween night, and, as one of the best party dorms on campus, all of the brothers and pledges alike were buzzing with excitement. At around six that night, Josh was pregaming alone in his room, getting the tiredness to flee from his eyes like a receding tide. As is typical for the average frat guy like Josh, he overdid it a little bit. The jock hadn’t eaten that day, and he was on his ninth beer. Belching lazily, Josh threw the can onto the floor after missing the recycling bin, and he looked up to see one of his favorite pledges, John, enter his room. John was a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and a big heart, which is why Josh wasn’t surprised when he drunkenly bent the pledge over his bathroom counter and pumped into him four big, steaming loads. What was surprising to Josh however, was how primally he wanted John. After bloating the pledge’s stomach out with an inordinate amount of cum, Josh began to eagerly and impenitently swallow John whole, feeling the blonde kid’s body bulge out his stomach excessively. Josh, with judgment impaired and wanting to relive that state of fulfillment, found Enrique. Just like with the previous pledge, Josh bent him over (crushing him with a very active and squirming belly), came in him several times, and swallowed the poor pledge whole, making his obscene, behemoth gut grow even larger. Beyond that, Josh started to drink even more, wanting to feel a deeper buzz with all the “food” he now had to soak up the alcohol.

The rest of the details are pretty hazy to Josh, but Blake told him that Josh woke up in the living room at around midnight to all of his brothers rubbing Josh’s engorged, massive, stretched gut to help him digest the evidence. Josh spent the night drunkenly moaning for his brothers to rub harder as he slowly belched up various skulls and discarded wallets and phones of all 16 pledges. Because of Josh, they had to cancel the biggest party of the year. Worse yet, they weren’t able to admit a single new pledge that semester because they had all been digested and processed by one insatiably greedy frat member. With an immense amount of guilt, Josh kept all of the wallets and IDs of the pledges he had gulped down that night in a drawer near his bed, as a sort of memento. He was proud of himself for certain, but he also felt quite guilty at what had happened that night. Lost in thought and hardly paying attention to the game, Josh’s tight abs growled loudly, making the turf vibrate beneath them. Thinking about that night always made him hungry. He was suddenly snapped back into reality when Blake punched his shoulder jokingly.

“And… looks like we won!”

Josh froze. Looking around at Kristian and Griffin, who now wore a doleful look on their handsome faces, Josh’s stomach growled again. He knew he wanted this, and he hated himself for wanting it so bad. Blake wore a knowing smirk, rubbing his own hungry stomach and nodding to Josh. He didn’t even realize he had played, much less finished the game. Wiping away a trail of drool that had formed as he was reminiscing, Josh asked to see the score sheet. Scanning it intently, Blake had scored under par almost every single hole, playing out of his mind. 

The much hungrier and handsomer Tiger Woods exclaimed to the pledges, “Alright! I am hungry. Griffin, you’re with me.”

Josh sighed audibly. This was Blake’s plan from the start: score a nice big lunch off of these two unassuming pledges and force Josh to participate. Josh couldn’t say he didn’t want this. In fact, his stomach was almost growling non-stop, begging, pleading for Kristian to dissolve within his slimy, digestive folds. Still though, Josh had self-imposed a rule (and he’d been threatened by the president) that if any more pledges went missing because of him, he’d leave the frat. 

Still though, it's not like Kristian would be okay with Blake unhinging his jaw and gulping down his buddy like a snake—and that’s what Josh was for: taking care of Kristian. Being his best friend, Blake knew Josh wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got the thought in his mind, and the charmer was using that against him.

Before Blake even got up to Griffin, Josh approached Kristian with hunger and gluttony driving his every motion, “Hey, sorry man.”

“Aw, don’t worry bro!” Kristian beamed with his beautiful round eyes and pearly smile. “I’m happy to help my future brothers with a meal anytime!”

Josh silently corrected him: for the last time. But looking up at the 6 foot 3 muscle behemoth, Josh noted that, despite his hair being brown, Kristian looked an awful lot like John, his first prey on Halloween night. That connection unleashed his shackled gluttony, prompting the jock to open wide and pull Kristian’s head into his dark, moist cavern he called a mouth. His handsome face tasted like a steak cooked to perfection, and the prey’s sweat that beaded his forehead provided a delectable seasoning that orchestrated a symphony of flavor blooming throughout the predator’s taste buds.

“Josh? What the fu—” Griffin was shortly cut off as Blake followed Josh’s lead, stretching his pink lips around Griffin’s head. Taking a desire-soaked gulp almost instantly, Blake bunched the pledge’s shoulders into his mouth and allowed his throat to expand and contract as it coaxed in the smaller man.

Both frat boys sucked and drooled over their meals in the hot open course, which was thankfully empty that afternoon. Josh found little difficulty swallowing down Kristian’s massive biceps, which were about the size of his thighs. The poor soul was so shocked that he hardly even struggled within Josh’s experienced, mile-long throat. Sucking in a bunch of air all at once, Josh opened his throat and practically vacuumed Kristian’s entire upper half down in one fell swoop. What could he say? Kristian was delicious, and Josh was hungry. If you think about it, this was really Blake’s fault for spurring him on. 

Quickly, Josh’s six pack gave way to a round, curving belly that pressed on the fabric of his polo. Feeling the man get deposited into his stomach chamber was something akin to heaven for the frat boy, and he gave his belly a gentle, loving caress as it grew outward more and more. Glancing over to Blake, who was slobbering over Griffin’s ample pecs through his shirt, Josh wondered idly how Griffin would taste before suctioning down Kristian’s bubbly ass into his awaiting gullet…

Blake returned Josh’s gaze, staring at him with alarm. The pair had eaten guys together before, but he’d never seen Josh devour someone so big this quickly before. Clearly his priming had worked wonders. To rub it in his face, Blake took a deep, slow gulp, moaning at Griffin’s exquisite flavor, signaling to his partner that Griffin probably tasted better than Kristian even. Blake rubbed his growing belly, barely feeling the indentations of his fading six-pack.  He moaned and groaned for at least half a minute more, gloating over Josh his self control and ability to savor his meals. Just as Blake was about to swallow up Griffin’s waist and begin working on the pledge’s lower half, he felt a tugging sensation, as if something was yanking Griffin out of his stomach. Confused, Blake opened his eyes.

His greedy, pledge-devouring friend had positioned his lips around Griffin’s ankles, staring directly at  Blake as if to challenge him.

“Mmph–!” Blake grunted, astounded and incredulous at how far Josh would go to fill his belly.

“Mmph,” Josh responded, swallowing Griffin up to his knees. His dead-panned look gave the impression that no matter what Blake wanted, Josh was going to have both of these pledges stewing away inside of his belly by evening.

Blake, completely shocked by his best-bro’s audacity, tried to gulp more of Griffin down in defiance; however, Josh beat him to it, sucking out Griffin’s lower abdomen and gulping down his thighs. Griffin was stretched between the two predators like a laffy-taffy, entirely soaked in saliva and desperately being fought over on either end. Blake tried to get closer to forcefully pull more of Griffin in his maw, but Josh’s belly, outward and protruding like a giant exercise ball and full of Kristian, prevented him from getting closer, letting Josh sneak in another meaty gulp. His throat echoed the cacophonous noise, letting the sound of Griffin’s legs slide past his lips and begin engulfing the prey’s torso.

By now, Blake’s stomach was entirely empty, much to his disappointment. It seems that his plan had backfired, and now Josh had gotten two meals instead of just one, while Blake had gotten zero. He thought of protesting more or at least trying to make Josh work for his second helping of pledge, but he knew that contesting Josh in a battle of predation was a fruitless endeavor. He was the guy who cancelled Halloween, after all. Since knowing the guy, Josh had always been the number one predator, and he’s only widened that gap by devouring any potential second places, making Josh, in Blake’s eyes, the best predator he’s ever seen or heard of. To try and go against that would be ludicrous. 

Watching dejectedly, Blake slowly let Griffin out of his throat and get funneled directly into his best friends’. Josh looked happy as a clam, and Blake began to rub his friend’s belly as loud gulping and moaning erupted from the predator like it was his birthday. The jock’s stomach grew even bigger, surpassing behemoth proportions. Blake sighed sadly as Griffin’s feet slid past Josh’s lips. His friend groaned, patted his belly for a moment, then smiled.

“Dude!” Blake blurted, ready to scold his friend for that slight. “What the fuck?!”

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Josh’s low, deep belch ejected Kristian’s golfing gloves right onto Blake’s face, adding insult to injury. Patting his belly, Josh began, “Fuck,” wincing at the pleasure-soaked situation having a full belly gave him. “If you didn’t want that to happen, then why’d you make the—UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP—make the bet in the first place?”

“Because I thought you could share, greedy ass!”

“How is it my fault that you didn’t plan properly? It’s your fault for making Griffin look so delicious, and God,” Josh patted his engorged stomach, “was he ever.”

“You’re irredeemable.”

BBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — “Sorry bro, but if you wanna join them, they’re gonna be solid for at least a good long while. You could swallow them after I swallow you?”

“You’re still wanting more? How have we remained friends for this long?”

“Because you love meee,” Josh teased, bumping Blake with his writhing mass of a belly. “C’mon. I won’t digest you; I swear on our letters.”

That piqued Blake’s interest. He knew Josh was being serious when he said that. Blake looked down at his painfully-flat abdomen. He hadn’t eaten that morning because he had planned exclusively around getting Griffin to himself. This sudden prospect of getting both Kristian and Griffin was definitely worth considering… 

Josh's belly gurgled, letting out grotesquely loud squelching and bubbling noises as it got used to accommodating two living meals. Watching his gluttonous friend rub contentedly over his enormous gut, Blake nodded, acknowledging that he wanted that for himself.

“Alright bro, you’re on,” Blake paused as Josh pumped his fist, “but you swore on our letters. No going back.”

“Of course, Blake. You’re my best man. You’re not food to me.” As heartwarming as that was, Josh’s belly grumbled, politely asking Blake to crawl in.

Shaking his head and ready for a meal, Blake put both hands on Josh’s tummy and leaned forward, waiting for Josh to take him in. Josh followed suit, letting his hot, pledge-smelling breath encase Blake. With a quick, happy-sounding glomp, Blake began his descent into Josh’s awaiting belly.

Unlike the other two, Josh took his time with Blake, letting his best friend know how good he tasted. The brother’s arms were pinned to his side, and his broad shoulders got covered in a layer of saliva to help lubricate him on his way down. Blake shuddered, unaware how scary it was to get swallowed whole by a predator. He thought back to the plenty of times he and Josh had done this exact thing, except the prey knew they were never getting out. Josh’s throat hugged Blake’s muscular body with need. Josh’s brain knew Blake wasn’t food, but the rest of his body clearly didn’t and treated him as such.

On the outside, Josh’s tongue roamed over Blake’s torso, slowly lapping up all of the flavor he could siphon from his friend’s tanned skin. Josh had been thinking about this moment for years, and to think something like this would happen so suddenly was like a waking-dream. Widening his jaw around Blake’s hips, Josh let the rest of his friend slowly slide in his belly. The jock’s hands roamed the thrice-stretched skin with pleasure. He could already feel the frenetic squirming in his belly, telling him that Blake had already begun indulging in Josh’s prey. The greedy frat bro patted his gut as if to give his brother his blessing to devour the contents of his belly. Big, hefty sloshes echoed in the heated atmosphere as Josh finished off Blake happily. His titanic gut was always happiest when digesting extra-squirmy meals.

Gulping down Blake’s feet (and taking off his trampled gold-shoes), Josh finished off his third meal of the day and maneuvered himself into the golf cart to carry the four boys home. The ride was quite bumpy, causing Josh to belch time and time again as he got into Blake’s car and turned on the ignition. He had gotten a strange look from the valet when asking for his keys, but overall, he had little trouble getting back home. Since it was a sunday afternoon, most everyone was out studying or hanging out with friends, so the frat house was thankfully very empty.

Waddling up to his room whilst cradling his gurgling, noisy belly, Josh plopped himself onto Blake’s bed and let the food coma take him away into dreamland.

Blake woke up to a clattering sound coming from his bathroom and a darkness from everywhere except the doorway. He was on his bed, but his skin felt somewhat sticky. Looking down at his heavily bloated belly, which no longer showed any signs of movement or life, Blake licked his lips and remembered what happened with a fondness that rarely people get the pleasure of experiencing. Walking out from the bathroom, a naked Josh’s silhouette appeared like an angel.

“Hey there, stud,” Josh teased, glancing down at Blake’s morning wood.

“Shut up,” Blake retorted, belching lazily.

Josh walked up and positioned himself above Blake, with his head directly above the small dome of his friend’s belly. “God, I felt so empty when I let you out. You made quick work of these guys, you know? You’re so greedy,” Josh complained.

“You’re one to talk—mmph!” Blake was cut off as Josh put a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a smile.

Josh poked Blake’s belly, listening to the sloshes and gurgles it elicited. The two were definitely fully digested by now. The clock on Blake’s bedside table read 1:21 AM, but somewhere along the lines, Blake must’ve woken up and belched out the guys’ IDs and golf clothes, judging by the slew of items on the floor. His own polo and khaki shorts were laying out on his desk chair, albeit a bit wrinkled and wet looking. Josh caught him looking there and coughed awkwardly.

“I tried burping them out so you wouldn’t have to buy a new outfit. There’s only a few holes,” the brother blushed.

“Thanks bro,” Blake belched.

Josh huffed and pressed his face into the soft warm flesh of Blake’s belly, letting himself sink into the squishy gut that usually held a set of rigid abs. Bringing his hands up, Josh rubs Blake’s belly slowly and methodically, helping Blake’s morning wood rise even higher and leaking out several drops of precum. Josh raised an eyebrow and turned himself so he was resting parallel to Blake. 

With a hand caressing his brother’s belly, Josh mentioned, “Oh yeah, Michael came in here earlier.” Blake turned his head at the sudden mention of their frat’s president. “He told me to say that he’ll let this slide as I wasn’t the one who had the belly-full-of-pledge this time, but we seriously need to stop. And I’m a bad influence on you.”

Blake laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. Watching Josh rub his noisy belly process the last of its meal certainly was a bad influence. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Looking down, Blake noticed Josh’s cock also at full mast. Without a word, Blake leaned down and began to pump it slowly and methodically, hearing his best friend whimper and moan at his touch. Blake chuckled before moaning himself, feeling Josh grab hold of his own dick and begin stroking it slowly.

The two, after one of the most intense climaxes of their lives from just a handjob, fell asleep together, getting rest before planning out how to fit more delicious pledges—and maybe their president—into both of their greedy, noisy, hungry bellies.