Thinking about a pred getting away with digesting prey in front of others. Intimidation is good too, but the pred being able to conceal it well enough that the prey is gurgled away without anyone to notice...
The prey struggles and cries out for help, but the muscle and fat of their prison drowns out their pleas. Thick clothing lies over the pred's belly, and gurgles disguise anything that might be heard. There's people nearby. There's help just right out of reach. If the prey manages to bring attention to themselves, surely they can be saved. But the pred is calm and relaxed, leaning forward to hide their belly behind a table or counter.
Eventually the prey is melted away, and the pred has only a full belly to conceal.
And if anyone does notice... who would believe them?
preds on a highschool football team are allowed to eat anyone they want to so they can keep being huge and strong to win the big games. so everyone is always trying to tiptoe around them and doing their best not to get their attention because if one of them chooses to just grab you at any time and eat you they are allowed to and no one can stop them. they'll just go to class and relax as the teacher has to talk loudly over the sounds of boy meat being broken down and boiled alive as the prey is screaming for help from anyone. class after class goes by and the tasty boy meat is weeping and still crunching away inside. it isn't until the next morning when the jock is jerking off hard he decides to sqeeze his stomach hard then the final CRUNCH happens and kills the prey, making the jock cum HARD. then the jock might go to school and belch out a skull and give it to another jock as a 'check this out!' move. and the jocks are always trying to one up one another.
Love this idea. It could culminate in a group of three or so jocks locking the door to a class and just going to town on all of them, including the teacher. Their massive, squirming bellies full of all their classmates weigh them down, but they eventually manage to get to practice, albeit very late. The coach chews them out, but he’s only met with various “Sorry—UUURRRRPPPP—Coach,” and “but Travis ate more than me,” as they eject several of the guys’ skulls out of their wet, rank throats. All of their teammates are extraordinarily jealous, but they still congratulate the guys on their feast, punching their guts as bones crack and break down within. At the end of practice, when the coach is lecturing them one final time about binge eating, one of the guys belches up the tie of their teacher, who was a close personal friend of the coach. He’s a real dick about it, dangling the hole-ridden, acid bleached tie in front of his coach’s face, before slowly opening his mouth and swallowing it back down, eager to keep every single part of his prey stored inside his very hungry belly. He’d rub his gut and taunt his teacher, but the coach can’t do anything to stop him.
"Wow you really stretched this belly out babe!" My boyfriend said to me from above, shaking and wobbling his huge gut, which sloshed loudly. From inside his wet, slimy stomach I continued to let out muffled screams and pleads for freedom. We'd been out to lunch together as a date and I was convinced he was full but clearly his stomach had other plans.
We'd gone to the bathroom together; it was empty so he'd grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. I'd assumed he was getting frisky but I couldn't have been more wrong. He just smiled at me when I tried to kiss him.
"Bye babe!" He'd said as his hot breath covered my face, before quickly grabbing the back of my head and pulling it towards his dripping, salivating mouth. Before I'd even realised what he was doing my head was halfway down his throat and he was only forcing me further down the wet, slippery tunnel that brought me towards my doom (otherwise known as his stomach). It only took a few powerful *glrrks* before I was completely encased in his big body.
And now I'm here, begging to be let out of my own boyfriend's stomach. Sure, I knew he could eat people did I ever think he'd do it to me? Of course not! I continued to pound on the wet walls of his belly whilst he only continued to rub it greedily.
"Sorry babe, I was gonna eat you sooner or later! Just think though, this way we'll be together as one for the rest of our lives! Well, my life anyway, it'd be pretty impressive if you survived" he said, laughing and smacking his distended belly. Loud grumbles and juices soon filled my prison, making me even more nervous.
"I'm honestly more surprised you didn't rip my shirt, this thing was tight enough before you became my second lunch! Either way, enjoy yourself in there while you can, won't be long before my body makes a meal of you, literally!" With that he let out a BOUUUUUURP that I heard echo throughout the bathroom. The noise from inside rattled my skull and made my head pound, sucking most of the air out of his hungry belly.
I continued to protest, but after a while I felt myself getting number and weaker. I could feel juices being thrown all over my body, getting ready to melt me down and turn me into something else entirely. Things began to go quiet as I was soon lulled to sleep by my boyfriend's movements and belly rubbing, and I was soon unconscious, ready to join his body forever as pudge.
Can we have a story where a skinny pred finally decides to devour a jock in an empty loocker room that's been bullying him/devoured the skinny guy's best friend
Revenge is a dish best served sweaty
Here we were again. Another session of me getting mocked by Tyler at the gym. I've always been small, struggled to put on much muscle or fat, and he's always known how much it bothers me and how much stronger he is. He even ate my best friend to show me how much better he is.
"Seriously dude, you might as well just give up, you're never going to look like this." He said, flexing his muscles and slapping his abs. The smack echoed throughout the empty locker room. To my chagrin, he'd started following me around the gym, putting me down at every turn, letting me know how pathetic I am. Each day I felt my anger towards this handsome jock grow and grow. Each time I heard his cocky laughter; each time he tried to put me down; each time he showed me his powerful muscles I felt a little more hatred stir within my gut.
"The only reason I haven't bothered eating you is because you'd add so little; I'd probably lose more weight digesting you than what you'd put on for me!" Then his face contorted into a wolfish grin. "Not like your little buddy. He did a number on me, I was working him off for weeks. What was it? Tony? Toby?"
"Tommy." I said, under my breath. He'd been the only person who genuinely tried to motivate me and Tyler took that away. He'd gulped him down right in front of me and howled with laughter while Tommy screamed for help. Even once Tommy's screams had stopped after a guttural *CRUNCH* from inside Tyler's stomach and a meaty belch, he continued to get his twisted kicks from the situation as he jerked off happily over his wobbling orb of a gut.
"Tommy! That's it! He took forever to burn off. But safe to say what's left of him is gone now. Now he's just somewhere on here" Tyler said, gesturing to his chest and arms. I mourned my friend for a moment; remembering his kindness and understanding demeanor. I could still hardly believe that Tyler had the gumption to eat him in front of me. But he was counting on that; he knew no one would believe me, and no one would ever truly understand where Tommy went. My mourning quickly turned to more anger, though, as Tyler continued to mock me in the deserted locker room.
"And you'll never have a body like this! This is what you get after hard work and a little help from innocent prey boys like your friend Terry." He laughed.
Something inside me snapped. I was too angry to correct him. Too full of hatred to defend myself from his torments. Instead I just lunged forward with a force not of my own towards the naked jock and pushed him to the floor.
Tyler let out a sort of confused yelp as he hit the ground while he processed what had just happened. Before he had time to regain, his composure, though, I lurched forward and descended on the gym rat. All that hatred, anger, and mourning for the loss of my friend erupted into a powerful gurgle from within my abdomen.
Before I even knew what was happening Tyler's feet were already in my mouth, and I was rapidly moving upward towards his thighs. The taste that flooded my mouth was sensational. Tyler was still sweaty from his workout, which brought out a saltiness and tenderness that I'd never experienced before in food. Then it hit me. Tyler was fucking delicious. Tyler was food. Nothing could have prepared me for how good he would feed sliding into my mouth.
Above me, my newfound meal was clearly starting to panic. Tyler was trying desperately to kick me off, but by the time I was up to his knees he had lost most of his lower mobility. "You're not fucking doing this to me, man! Your stomach couldn't even handle me!" I just grabbed his thighs and pushed the naked, sweaty, exhausted jock further into my gullet.
It didn't take long for me to reach his chest. He was screaming for help, cursing me and even trying to bargain with me; telling me he'd show me how to be a real pred if I let him go. I wasn't taking any chances, this man had eaten my best friend like it was nothing so there was no escape from me now. My stomach was bulging to accommodate Tyler's mass, and his legs were already sitting heavy in my belly. In truth, I wasn't sure how I was going to take all of him, but I persevered and carried on consuming the terrified man. If I'd stopped for a moment I could've appreciated the irony; the man who had been torturing me for months begging and crying as I ate him.
I soon made my way up to his head and Tyler let out a final scream before he was sealed past my lips and I finally closed my mouth. With a few more laboured gulps I let him drop into my belly. There was no point in trying to stand; Tyler's mass was far too great for my strength, so I just sat with my back against the wall, breathless, sweaty and exhausted.
I would've been more worried about being caught if it wasn't so late. I'd always kept to the later hours of the night so no one could make fun of me for being so small. If they'd seen me now I'm sure their opinion might differ.
From inside me I could hear Tyler's screams and curses continue, muffled now by the fleshy cauldron he'd found himself trapped inside. I just let out a contented sigh and felt his form wriggle and writhe from inside me. My stomach gurgled away as it analysed and took in what I'd given it. Soon enough it would get ready to melt, digest, and absorb the jock I'd eaten.
A rush of air suddenly hit my throat and I let out a wet, powerful "BOUUUUUUUUUURP" which echoed throughout the empty changing room. Tyler's trashing continued, as my acids undoubtedly started to sting and burn his skin. I suppose no matter how jacked you are you're no match for a stomach, no matter how small the owner is.
I smiled a tired smile and thought of Tommy. I felt as if I'd avenged him in a way, giving his murderer the same fate my friend had befallen. I could now feel my stomach working harder to break Tyler down, too. His cries were becoming more hoarse as his body started to succumb to the juices inside me digesting him alive. The weight was fading, and soon enough I would be able to awkwardly stumble home and digest him properly. Clothes were out of the question, though. My belly had swollen to an impossible size so I just had to hope the streets were quiet tonight.
I hazily got to my feet, causing my meal to shift inside me. I could Tyler's form weakening as I continued to work on him; a few bones crunched as I moved up the gym steps and out the door.
"Looks like my stomach could handle you" I said, patting my belly and hobbling across the car park. Home was a short walk, and Tyler was still alive, now screaming loudly again as the pain had brought back some of his energy. I just smiled and lay down on the sofa, letting out another soft "urrp" as I drifted off to a comfortable sleep, dreaming of what possibilities this newfound power of mine would bring.
If you like my ass so much, why don't you become part of it? 😈 it's super hungry tonight, it'll swallow you easy....feel stupid bragging about the size of your cock now? 😜 I'll take your cock easy, and the rest of you....
“Oh boy, I can hear your cute muffled scream from here. I bet you’re a bit overwhelmed with the darkness and tightness that envelops you. Don’t worry, it happens every time I kidnap a new jock boy. You’ll slowly understand where you are and what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He gently caressed his heavy bulge, feeling the frantic movements within. The once energetic jock boy was now imprisoned inside his big bulge. The kidnapper smiled. “Looks like my little boy is quite impatient, huh?” He taunted, his fingers tracing the shape of the victim’s form, clearly visible through the tight skin.
“Ahhh… did I frighten you with my touch? Poor little prey, you must be very, very scared right now. You have no idea how tiny and helpless you are now. Hahaha…” The little jock boy struck desperately against the slippery membrane, making little bumps on the round, white bulge. Little did he know, his frantic movements only incited the captor to toy with him further. The man swung his heavy bulge in various directions, leaving the tiny captive helpless inside a disorienting, weightless state. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum. No matter how hard the poor boy fought, the sticky substance clung to him, making every movement more futile.
“Did you really think you could escape? How adorable. Every squirm, every little wiggle… it’s just making me enjoy this even more.” He gave his bulge a gentle squeeze, feeling the resistance from within. The jock boy’s desperate attempts to push against the tight, confining membrane only made his situation worse, as the sticky cum continued to envelop him, restricting his movements further. “Look at you, so helpless and trapped. You can struggle all you want, but there’s no getting out of here. You’re mine now. No one will come to save you. You might as well accept it.”
He swung his heavy bulge in various directions again, making the little captive even more disoriented. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum and mummified him inside a restrictive cum cocoon that completely shut off his chance for escape. His frantic movements turned into weak, sporadic shifts, his body finally succumbing to the tight encasement. The giant hand continued to caress his bulge, the touch both soothing and dominant.
“Take a cozy nap in there, my good boy. It’s inevitable. Just let go and give in to your new reality.” He zipped his pants and walked out of the captive’s bedroom, leaving the jock boy to his fate.
when the prey is mostly digested and pretty much just goop in the belly, but that used to be a whole person, so it's going to take a while for the body to process it
a pred sitting up from a nap and feeling their belly churn and gurgle, the wet sounds of their prey getting pushed through their intestines gurgling quietly
a pred who has to throw on pants, squishing their pliant belly to button their jeans
a pred whose tummy is morphed by their steering wheel as they head home from work, fighting back hiccups from the pressure
a pred who gets to lean back as someone rubs and plays with their belly, squishing and jiggling it, feeling how heavy it is despite so much having been digested
and a hapless prey who gets grabbed by a greedy pred, sent down into the half-digested goop that used to be a person, knowing that soon enough they'll be melted and mixed into the slurry, indistinguishable from the first prey...
a/n -- as mentioned above, this story contains vore. specifically graphic anal vore and digestion. this serves as a warning for those who don't like it/are not into it. continue reading at your own risk. this is written with the intention of being movie!Nathan x male!prey!reader, but I believe you can read it as any gender and either version of Nathan, be it game or movie version, and it will still function (I think, don't quote me on that)
summary -- Nate breaks into your house to steal your valuables, but he isn't fast enough and can't leave any witnesses behind...
words -- 3.3k
warnings -- Again, there is anal vore (shoving someone up the ass) and digestion. 18+, no smut really besides the mention that Nate is getting aroused by this. Use of unorthodox objects as buttplugs. Object vore.
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“He’s gone… let’s go,” a whispering voice echoes from behind the cover of freshly-trimmed shrubs. Two figures stand at the back of your house, watching you leave through the grand French doors in the front. Nathan gave a nod to his accomplice, and they snuck their way inside…
Inside, that’s all you could think about as your car rolled past the gates of your country house. Big, bold, stunning, all of that described the man you had seemingly struck gold with. He was perfect, inside and out. A gentleman, he offered to drive you to and from the restaurant since you would be the one paying. Now, he was planning to take you to eat out in a different way. There was a silent agreement over dinner about who was who—you, the ass man; him, whatever you needed him to be.
The engine shut off as he turned the key and pulled it out. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he eagerly pulled you in for a kiss, refusing to let you even unbuckle your seatbelt in the time it took him between those two actions. The passion was fierce, so much so that you could have left the pleasures of the Californian King in your bedroom to have sex right here, right now in your car. You’d take the leather seats becoming slick with sweat as he drilled into you, but there was also this fear of feeling like a fish in a glass bowl. Anyone could be beyond the tree line surrounding your house, watching you at your most intimate. Hidden in the dark, they encircle you like something hungry. You needed to go inside, to feel safer. To put anything other than the man in front of you in the rearview mirror.
Each step to your double-front-door felt light, like the next step would send you into orbit. But you were already close to the sun, the light of your life and affected by the man who gave you a smile so bright that even a sunset couldn’t dim the gleam on your teeth. He snaked a hand around your waist, smoothly slipping his hand into your pocket and fishing out the keys while he distracted you with a kiss. He retrieved them and pulled away to unlock the door, but stopped short when there were just one too many keys on the ring for him to remember which undid the lock on your front door. You laughed and took the set of keys from him, positioning yourself in front of him to get the damned thing stopping you from having sex out of the way. The only issue was that your door seemed to already be unlocked.
“What the hell?” You remarked as the door swung open. The lock didn’t seem to be busted, and the handle was still on tight, only moving in the ways that mattered. You made sure of it by jiggling it back and forth while your palm was still wrapped around it.
Using it to shove the rest of the door out of the way, you slowly stepped inside. It felt like a ghost haunting. You took a look around the corner and behind the door, waiting for some kind of surprise. There was a moment of hesitance as you thought about searching the rest of your house, because someone was definitely in here. Unfamiliar, the layout of your house feeling foreign. Then, a noise came from upstairs. A drumming thud from the floor above you—right about where your bedroom would be, you surmised.Must have been on heavy ghost to make a noise like that.
In lieu of speaking, you nodded to the kitchen. Your date seemed to be a step ahead because he made a motion with his hand that mimicked some sort of stabbing, like he planned to defend himself with a kitchen knife. You gave him a thumbs up, almost smiling at the fact that this was one hell of a way to push your adrenaline even higher. Wishful thinking lead you to believe that you made this all up—you forgot to lock the door, and, by chance, your body was playing into the creepiness of it to heighten the inevitable sex you would be having. Just a quick sweep of the house, and if there was a thief hiding away in a closet, they were bound to hear and see the best sex of their life.
“Nate! They’re pulling in. Get your ass out here!” A voice spoke into the piece in Nate’s ear, packed with layers of smoke and a faint noise sounded like he was already lighting a cigar on his end.
Nate spoke with ignorant assuredness, “Sully, it’s almost done. I’ll grab everything inside and make a run for it.”
“Kid, you’ll have no time to make a run for it. They’re already here.” Sully said it in that voice Nate couldn’t stand. He was more than just a kid—he had packed away multiple men, some twice his size. If Sully kept on talking like this, he’d be joining them. “I tried to leave the front unlocked for ya in case they noticed the damage we did around back, but that looks like a shitty way out now.”
Nate sighed to himself and muted his receiver, effectively cutting off Sully’s angry whispers and warnings. If he had kept his partner-in-crime on the line, he would have heard his warnings that the people they were robbing had come home and were eager to head to the bedroom—right where Nate was in the middle of committing a few felonies and maybe a misdemeanor if the court sentencing them was feeling generous.
Just one turn to the left and—fuck yes! The safe Nate had been working on for the past hour finally popped open, revealing a wealth of jewelry and priceless heirlooms, all made of varying karats alike. Diamond, silver, gold… Nate hit the jackpot. He scooped up the treasures in his arms, having run out of pockets from stashing some sterling silver utensils from the glass cabinet downstairs and a few necklaces from your jewelry box in the bathroom. Some of it would be useful in finding an old family fortune, the rest would be taken to the nearest pawn shop to cover his own needs. He could already see the prestigious hotels he had lined up in his mind to stay at as he traveled around looking for an old world’s estate, all with endless buffets of locals and the sort. Sully by his side to dump his loads in, it all sounded like a perfect dream…
“Shit!” And that’s all it would ever be. Nate slipped out a few profanities as his hand fumbled the gold pendant in his hands. His reflections in the myriad of Colombian emeralds embezzled in it taunted him from below as he just stared at it in complete silence. His face scrunched up and he mouthed a few silent profanities since he couldn’t do much else. It had made a noise just slightly too loud to feel good about the outcome of whatever was about to unfold. Nate hoped that, after a second of silence, you hadn’t heard hit crucial mistake. But then he heard the slow steps of someone ascending the stairs.
Your first thought was to check the bedroom. Not only did the sound come from what you thought was your room, but you had also hidden a few extra valuables in your safe just in case your date turned out to be a crook. A predator that planned to dine and dash from your house, that’s what he could have been. At least, if you were going to get eaten, it stopped him from reaping most of the benefits. That meant that everything priceless you owned was practically all in one place for someone to steal, and the better chance you had to corner them if they got to your bedroom before you did.
You passed through the tall doorway and into the much taller room, flicking on the light to let anyone in the room know that they were caught red-handed. The plafond was quite high up, rafters spanning the walls just under it for some decoration. It made just the perfect thing for Nate to cling on to and shimmy across in hopes of making it to the door while you were distracted. You were quick with your movements, though, and Nate left more of a mess than he thought in his frustration to crack your safe open. Clothes were lazily thrown onto your bed, clearing the way for the safe tucked in the very back of your closet—that was your first clue that the thief, or thieves, were gone to the wind. So you dashed over to the phone. The more people out here searching the surrounding area, the more likely you would lose less of the artifacts your family entrusted you with. Nate’s eyes were faster than your movement, and he could see the house phone sitting on the desk opposite to the side of the room that leveed itself for your clothes.
At that moment, he had to make a choice. A plan of action. Each breath taken was another one where he risked you looking up just enough to see him hanging there, but if he made a break for the window, he also risked putting himself in plain sight. The way out into the hall felt like less and less of a viable option every second because Sully pointed out that you came in with someone else. He didn’t hear anyone else’s footsteps on the stairs so that only made the entire first floor an unknown risk. Nate couldn’t choose to put up a fight—he couldn’t! He’d lose the bigger things he was trying to rob you of, and if he got away, you would never forget a charming face like his.
Nate slowly dropped each of the big ticket valuables in his arm onto your bed, a soft thud disrupting the silence and pace of your footsteps. You turned and watched another one fall, then another, and another. Your stomach fell faster than the items falling from the ceiling—the thief was right above you. Looking up, your world immediately became much darker as a mass from the ceiling came hurling down at you. It was like the entire ceiling had crumbled in, without the dust and itchiness of fiberglass and inevitable rubble. The weight felt crushing but smooth, a little warm, even. It was enough to make your balance feel off, like you wanted to stumble but the thing above you kept your legs motionless. Somehow, you were still standing, so the thought of your house falling to pieces was a thought far away as something more immediate came to fruition. He must have been eating you.
Grunts of satisfaction—almost relief were faintly heard from above you. It definitely wasn’t his mouth that was doing the swallowing, that’s for sure. You replayed the moment in your head, knowing that there was little to do in the way of struggling. Gravity was quick to fill in the rest of Nate’s slowed momentum after his descent onto you. What must come down must keep going down—Nate had learned that the hard way a few times himself, but he was giving you an upfront lecture on the topic. That meant that your head—from crown to chin—was in him in seconds as well as everything to the line of your clavicle shortly after.
You could feel him resting on your shoulders like some fucked up piggyback ride, his legs dangling over your chest. Nate was impressed with himself, smirking and biting his lip at the pleasure of his accurate aim. Wielding pistols gave him a pretty good line of sight for almost everything else—from the beer pong he played with Sully to now, where he needed it to save his own ass. And he was doing more than just saving it here, he was rewarding it for the weapon that it was.
It was easy to think about the people Nate held at gunpoint—fuck, why didn’t he do it like this? To get everything he ever wanted and more with a delicious dinner as a cherry on top. Maybe it’s because you went down so easily. When he kicked people off planes in the past, he couldn’t actually make sure that they wouldn’t be a problem in the future. Nate was a testament to surviving the impossible, so maybe he could run a new heist method by Sully, and if he said no…
Nate’s head returned back to his train of thought, his ass chugging you down with ease as he slipped further down your body. He hated that he couldn’t relieve himself while doing this. His dick sprung up but Nate had to refrain from enjoying any of this. He couldn’t just leave DNA evidence behind, that would just be sloppy!
He tried to let his mind run wild with thoughts he couldn’t act on. If he could channel it out somehow, long enough to swallow you up and flee, he would be leaving the cops and your date amiss for answers. He thought about how he was stealing every inch of you away, to never be seen by anyone or anything again. Nate could think about every way he’s massively impacting just one guy by digesting you until you were nothing like how you went in, but at the end of the day, he was robbing you of everything you aspired to be. All the potential people you could help with your wealth meant nothing. Money couldn’t save you. You’re date naively searching the floor below couldn’t save you with a kitchen knife. This was the kind of force and movement that signaled Nate needed to get a job done, not sit around and think about sparing your life.
The last bit—your legs, narrowing towards your feet—slid in suddenly. Nate was too heavy as is, and with your weight piling inside him, he practically fell down the rest of his way. He fell on his ass, sending a wave of pain through him as his cheeks clapped against the stone-cold tile.
“Pain in the ass,” Nate said a little disappointed that eating a great meal like you ended on a bad note. He stood up, taking a moment to balance himself along your big bed. His swelling gut sent him forward against it, squishing the portions of you that had made it to his stomach already.
Nate lifted his head, the light in the center of the room creating a glare on the goods he was so desperate to leave your house with. He quickly realized that he would have a hell of a lot harder of a time getting down from a second-story with a belly full of life, squirming prey that wouldn’t rest a moment for him to scale down efficiently, and a handful of priceless, probably breakable, goods. He would need both hands to make it down without drawing attention to himself, or falling down and breaking an arm or a leg. He needed something with lots and lots of padding.
If he already committed to eating the man of the house he was robbing, then he could eat his valuables too. A way to reunite you with your possessions one last time before it all became meaningless. He hoped that his hole wouldn’t squeeze too tight on some of the more delicate objects.
Nate slapped his gut, “Make some—oaurrppp—room in there. And don’t break anything, or I’ll gut-crush you. Hard.”
He couldn’t afford you moving or getting revenge on him by crushing your old possessions with half-digested hands. He reached forward, finding it hard to stretch himself across your Californian King to draw the various objects towards him with sweeping arms.
The first object was an ornate, tree-shaped object made of what he guessed to be ruthenium. Just a chip off this thing was worth a couple thousand, so he had to be careful when inserting it.
Nate moved to the floor, placing himself on one hand and two knees, already feeling the weight of his stomach become nonexistent as you were enough to fill the gap between him and the floor. His other hand was reserved for teasing his hole with the tip of the priceless collectible. He tried to arch his back, but you were still in his end trails, moving closer to his stomach but at a slower speed than when he swallowed you. Enough of your body was filling his gut, and both made it just a bit too difficult to really make his hole stretch enough. Yeah, doing doggy-style by yourself with something that isn’t meant to go in your ass is never fun.
Reluctantly, Nate tried a different approach. He set the tree upright on the floor and squatted down until he felt the tip of it tease his hole. He used both of his hands to peel apart his cheeks and try and get himself to open up and take it. A second later, he was sliding it in just as he had forced you in twenty-or-so minutes ago. The notably smaller size didn’t do much to Nate’s arousal, so he felt it slide in without much pleasure subsiding from it.
Once it was nearly in, he stood up, taking it with him and feeling the last bit of the metal sink beyond his hole. He grabbed the next object, hurriedly sending it around back and stuffing it in with some force. The last object left on the bed was almost a buttplug of sorts—gold and shaped like an oval with some kind of base attached to the bottom to help it stand. He repeated the motion, wrapping his arm around and positioning the rounded-off tip right to his pink hole. It was loose enough to open right back up for the next thing it thought was a meal. He sent the last one up his ass but stopped just short of its base. The gold trinket stretched him out nicely and blocked you from even thinking about getting out. It ensured that you couldn’t plot your own escape from within him. No, he was going to make sure that you were inside. He planned to keep you until you turn to shit.
Then, he heard the steps finally start to creak. The weight of someone traveling between small inclines and up to the second floor resounded through the hall. Your date must have checked every inch of the first floor, and he would go on to check every inch of the second and never find you. Nate had pulled up his dark-colored pants and dashed to the window that seemed fruitless earlier. With a bit of finesse, he jiggled the window back and forth and shot it up as high as it could go. He had to stuff himself and his ball-shaped gut through a rectangular window that didn’t want him to fit through. He made himself fit and scaled his way down the side of your house, disappearing into the tree line. The only thing that remained of you after that was a few branch-shaking belches against the trees and a clogged toilet at a hotel the next day.
a/n -- this story contains safe, soft oral vore. this serves as your warning for the contents of the story below, please read at your own risk.
summary -- In the cold winter, Bucky does his job as a supportive--and clingy--boyfriend to keep you warm.
words -- 1.9k
warnings -- as mentioned above, this contains oral vore. it is safe and meant to be comforting in this story unlike my other pred/prey stories. Bucky is naked and some comments are made about his cock, but no smut happens. 18+
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It was seven in the morning when your alarm disrupted the peaceful sleep of your big boyfriend. He laid on his back with you sleeping on top of him. His eyes fluttered open, flicking from you to your alarm and then back to you. Slowly, while holding his breath, he ever-so-carefully reached to the nightstand next to your bed and turned off the alarm. You could feel his movements and took a deep breath before speaking, your head never leaving his plump chest.
“Buck, I have to get up.” You buried your head into his chest, your arms still clinging around him. He was so big and filled out your wingspan in the best way. Just the way that you laid on him with the entirety of your weight, not an ounce shifting to anticipate the action of pulling away made you sound less convincing.
He could sense your lazy efforts to depart from him, “Just stay in bed with me. Let’s watch movies all day.”
You pulled away, lifting the covers to let the light in on all of the places where the sun doesn’t shine. It was coming in through the window, shining unusually bright through the drawn, silky black curtains and illuminating all of the curves and folds of Bucky’s naked body. He slept as bare as possible, being comparable to a furnace making a room hot when he was under the sheets, while you had a thin layer of pajama pants and a tee-shirt on. Even his metal arm managed to be warmer than you during some nights, like his own personal radiator receiving and sending heat out in waves under the sheets.
“I wish I could, but we wouldn’t have a bed without money. And we wouldn’t have that without a job.” It was a harsh truth you had to admit, every second of being at work was torture because you knew what awaited you upon your inevitable return—a man who was willing to do anything to be near you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, but you felt like an emotional support animal sometimes—more attentive to his needs than your own. He always talked about getting a cat. That’s how much weight you were willing to give it. You two weren’t really on that level, but he had a strange fascination with putting you in places you didn’t belong. Sit in his lap, roll over in his stomach, stay in his bed.
“Fine, just this once.” He allowed, and then he demanded, “Kiss me.”
You gravitated towards the window, snow covered the ground and now the chill in the room made sense. “Shit. I’ll be back in to get dressed for work.”
You rushed to your shared closet, consisting of two sliding doors with mirrors covering the front. You could see Bucky raising his head at your more serious tone to ask the question: “What’s wrong?”
You laughed at his reaction, unsure if he was actually worried or if he was just mad that he didn’t get any affection. “My car’s covered in snow!”
And so were your feet the second you walked out the door. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of pajama pants that got caught in the chilly breeze, a short sleeve shirt that made you regret not grabbing gloves, and a pair of chunky snow boots that clashed with the rest of your outfit, your goal was to get this over with as fast as possible. You armed yourself with a multi-faceted snow broom. It had a brush on one end to sweep everything off with a combined handle and ice scraper on the other. With that in hand, you trekked through the snow, rounding the house you and Bucky resided in to clean off your vehicle.
At first, it was easy to maneuver around your car and sweep off the snow clinging to the windows and door handles before raising your arms slightly higher to clear off the hood and the trunk. All of it fell to your feet, feeling like extra weight the longer you stood outside. Soon, your movements became lethargic. Your arms were freezing, the muscles weakening from having to clear the top off last. Your legs felt heavy and the snow at your feet was like thick mud, harder and harder to kick up as minutes passed. Your haphazard attempt to prevent yourself from being late to work started to go sideways because now, you wanted to take your time and conserve the fleeting warmth in your body. You could have gone back inside, but Bucky’s allure—no matter if he was still in bed or streaking around the house—would be too strong. He would distract you, and this weather was the perfect mood-killer for any ideas like that.
But Bucky seemed to come to you as if he knew you need some relief. Even in the cold, he only donned a pair of ankle-high combat boots straight from your closet and nothing else. He had that super-solider advantage, the serum and his time in Russia making him not even flinch as the snowflakes whirling through the air encircled him. Everything from his muscles to his small, developing gut shook a little as he walked. His dick didn’t shrink in the cold like most would, it stayed at its impressive length even while soft. Behind that, his balls swung with him as his thighs pushed his package from side to side with every step.
You could hear his footsteps packing down the snow, eliciting a crunch with each step. Turning towards the noise, you spoke out to him. “Buck, what are you doing out here?”
“I never got my kiss, and I figured that would make you clean this car faster.” Had you really been out here for that long? Maybe you had already spent all of the time you allocated to getting ready to clear off your car. His left hand—the one made of metal—gripped your arm, making you shudder from the added cold. He had a look of concern on his face, “You’re freezing.”
He used his hold on you to turn you away from the car, and your hand had gone numb enough to drop the snow broom to the ground. You didn’t speak, so he continued. “I could warm you up fast, doll? You’ll be wishing it was summer.”
Bucky didn’t wait for any confirmation. His hot breath clouded the air and reminded you of a misty sauna, one where the fog was thick and the walls were a dark mahogany. The only thing that soured the image was Bucky’s morning breath, reminiscent of last night’s dinner with a meaty twinge to it from the saliva. But he could read your face, the features that hadn’t numbed twisted into something short of a positive look. It felt so good in contrast to the cold chill in the air, the smattering of snowflakes on your head and shoulders felt like a nice garnish to him and melted quickly from the heat inside his mouth. His cheeks bulged with your head inside, the hairs of his unshaven scruff spreading away from each other as his skin and jaw stretched impossibly. You wanted more of the warmth, the rest of your body needed to curl up someplace warm. Surely Bucky could help you out after so that you wouldn’t be late to work, this was just a little distraction.
Your mind flew in a million different directions. His lips went over your shoulder blades and you could feel saliva drenching your shirt like the complimentary hot water at a sauna; he intentionally pressed you to the roof of his mouth so your back was coated by the best sauna stone known to man. Your head passed the bottleneck of the whole process, feeling the first of many cases in which you would be encased by warmth—by slick saliva that would never freeze over. He got to your hands, happily stuffing them in and feeling your satisfied sough as they warmed up in his mouth. The rest of your body was slurped up easily, his gulping and swallowing echoing off the quiet outdoors. Then, he reached your feet. He made a point to take off your snow boots and socks to warm up your cold feet, too. He wanted you to be as comfy as possible, to slip away in a heated reverie.
Eventually, you were balled up in his gut, weighing him down without much trouble. You were quiet like the settling snow. Now that you were in his gut, the world decided that it was finally time to stop the onslaught of flurries. Since the snow had stopped, Bucky reached up, using his larger body size and frame to get the top of your car. With his metal arm numb to the frigid element’s remains, he swept off half the snow from the top. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his gut against your car and squeezing you in the process.
“Sorry, babe.” His voice bellowed from above. He grunted, reaching around to get the chunks of snow his initial brushing didn’t reach. A few uncomfortable moments later, you felt his gut sag back down without the solid force of your car to mess with it. He let out a satisfactory sigh. “There.”
“Is my car clean?” You called up, feeling your wet pajamas cling to you, and started to get sick of the heat now that you were all warmed up.
“Yeah.” Bucky stood next to your car, admiring the little work that he did to finish off clearing your car. He spun around to find the snow sweeper you dropped, making you shift around in his gut when he bent down to pick it up. After a few unsuccessful attempts to grab it with his enlarged gut—he almost fell into the snow below him, almost—he just barely grabbed it with the tips of his metal fingers, but that was all he needed to scoop it from off the ground.
You hit against the walls of his stomach. “So, let me out!”
It elicited a belch from him, and he patted his gut. “I’ll let you out… tomorrow. Your boss is going to have to deal with it.”
The big steps he took to walk through the snow were noticeable from within his gut. When he stopped, you assumed that he was back inside, and you heard the soft click of the lock to your front door that you knew all too well. It was the same noise you would hear if you were heading off to work, but now you heard it through a thick layer of fat and stomach lining.
“Buck, I’m serious!” You protested. He kept walking around before sitting down on the couch, your world shifting again as the suspension from his midsection turned into a flat support under you. From the outside, Bucky had spread his legs wide, letting his gut fill out the space where he’d normally tell you to sit or suck or whatever he wanted. He would get to keep you in his gut for the rest of the day, and in his metal hand, he held a steaming cup of hot cocoa that he slowly doused you in whenever he took sips of it. On the television, he had some movie playing that he had been bugging you to watch with him.
“Not my fault you don’t believe in layering clothes…”
a/n -- this story contains anal vore and digestion. please read at your own risk and understand that this is your final warning to click away.
summary -- Pietro finds you passed out on the beach one morning, and what better way to get a free meal than with someone who had a late night?
words -- 2.7k
warnings -- as mentioned above, this story contains anal vore and digestion, as well as mentions of genitalia, but there is no smut. 18+.
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Soft crunches disrupted the flat sand that had been washed over by the tide, baked in the half-risen sun still peeking over the horizon. The heels of his feet kicked up wet mush with each firm step down, little grains sticking like pests.
He wanted to go somewhere warm, somewhere that wasn’t the below-freezing temperatures of New York. A run was a perfect excuse for that, he got to feel the warmth of another city down in the South, and he got to skip out on going to the gym and training with his teammates—the perfect way to hold himself back from making them a morning pre-workout snack. He left his shoes at the line where the grass became sand, and, as far as he knew, he was on the beach by himself. So, he eagerly took everything off and left it lazily laying on the ground for him to scoop up on his way back. It was also a good discipline to have, because, if he went too fast, he would cause a pretty unpleasant sandstorm for anyone on the beach at this hour.
Almost every day, Pietro went somewhere new. The world felt endless to him, he could go anywhere and do anything. The journey was where he got the real workout in, running hundreds of miles in mere seconds, but the slow jog around his destination was where he got to clear his head and think about anything and everything. Sometimes, it was about a close-call on a mission—like the one with Ultron years ago, he still thinks about that one—and, sometimes, it was the most basic shower thoughts on could have. Can they make the worlds fastest treadmill just for him? Do prey in his belly feel move at the same speed as him when he dashes? Or, do they simply remain at a “slower” pace than him? He would have to get Peter to go over the physics, again.
The sun slowly rose, highlighting his figure. Pietro was approaching a bend around the shore, some rocks blocking the view ahead as he rounded it.
Like clockwork, his stomach started to howl. That was the only downside of taking these little trips. In New York, he had a line of people out the door ready to take the literal fast-track into his stomach. He was sure that he had others elsewhere, some people who want to have a meat and eat with him, but the chances of someone being on this beach were slim to none. So, it seemed like he would be traveling home with an empty tank. He promised himself that he would run at least ten miles at a regular speed today, which is more than last week’s eight. Every week, he tried to do more running at the regular, average human speed. This week, he was up to ten miles at a light jog with an additional two mile walk to finish things off. The walk was only a cooldown, though, a reason to stay if he really liked the scenery.
Pietro made the decision to skip the cooldown walk since the beach didn’t really have anything exciting going on, and he was already working up an appetite for something he believed that he could only appease in New York, which was states away. But, his luck appeared to change when he saw something past the bight. It looked like a small beach party had taken place. There was a fizzled out bonfire with the embers still glowing in the blue-yellow hues of the prevailing dawn, collapsible lawn chairs faced the fading fire with two coolers of to the side. He dashed to them both, looking for a snack—empty, except for the melting ice inside and some plastic six-pack rings. The actual beer cans themselves were scattered around the fire, crushed and laying on their side to make it clear to the drunken fools that were here that they had already drank them, just incase they forgot in their inebriated ignorance.
Pietro thought the scene was empty. Maybe the group that was there had gotten scared off by a patroller? Maybe they slipped away further down the beach? He could do a quick dash down the shoreline to see, but as he readied himself, he heard someone shifting in the dune nearby. He looked over and saw you passed out on the beach, face up with an arm covering your eyes. Perfect. He’d already been around the beach for long enough to know that no one was there yet; the parking lot where he left his clothes was empty and the beach was a desolate place for miles. No lifeguards, ways for cars to even get to this part of the beach for miles, and here you were, probably too hungover to fight back.
Even thought the sun was almost risen by this point, just the smallest bit still hiding behind the horizon, two moons loomed over you. You didn’t notice them until he tapped you with the side of his foot, checking to see if you were awake. You heard him approaching, the steps of him getting close, but you must have faded back into your fleeting dream for a moment because you pulled you lifted your arm and saw him above you. Everything in between him checking out your little party last night and him coming closer to you went unseen. He was looking out to the ocean, the same direction your feet faced. Your eyes scanned over his backside again, thick legs standing spread apart to form an upside-down V-shape pointing to the sky. The part where his legs met was rounded off by a fat—yet toned—ass. Even as he was turned away, you could still see his dick and balls from the other side. You had no idea who he was, yet from seeing his sculpted backside, you could already tell that he would be more stunning than the sun reflecting on the water. He was almost like this perfect dream come true, a miracle that he stumbled upon you and with such a gorgeous ass. After your friends had left you to hookup at their place, you needed a ride back and some relief from being in the second-hand exposure to their sexual tension.
It was unlike any other feeling, to wake up in your dream, because that’s what this must have been. The sand didn’t feel irritating or itchy like it would have after laying in it until—fuck, what time was it? Who even was this dude? Maybe this was still a dream, you couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure. If only this stranger with silver hair could do a lot more than pinch you to let you know that you weren’t dreaming, and he did exactly that.
He sunk down with his feet planted on either side of you, making his ass open as it hit your nose. He had done this before with his perfect aim, but you wished that he could have missed just to rub himself over more of your face. He was packing but didn’t bring the full force of himself down. His hole was just grazing the tip of your nose. For a few seconds, you two stayed like that. Blissfully enjoying the salty zephyr along the beach as you could still feel it hitting your face, rustling loose strands of hair from both him and you.
Pietro stopped himself as he squatted down to meet your nose, still balanced on his feet. He had to think about this for a moment; his plan of attack now that he had his prey squarely trapped. He was genuinely surprised that you weren’t asking more questions or shoving him off, as if you could win against him in some way. But then, he remembered how hungry he was, and that this would be just like that time he butt-chugged a ton of beer at one of the Avengers’ parties. If he remembered correctly, this would actually satiate his appetite faster than swallowing them down past his face, and he didn’t have to worry about being recognized by this man either. He would hate to have to awkwardly sign something of yours before packing you away. Thankfully, in just moments it would be him and the beach, all of these thoughts blowing away in the breeze.
Without warning, he fully sat back, pressing all of his weight against your head. His ass blocked the wind from hitting your face, leaving the skin-to-skin contact to form heat rather quickly. It was only uncomfortable for a second, having you face squished and wedged between his huge cheeks—which only seemed to be getting bigger as the last bits of light slipped away from your peripherals, completely out of sight and entrenched in darkness and the forming perspiration of his ass on your face. The sound of the beach faded for a moment before being replaced with something else that sounded equally as wet. The air was harder to stomach, reeking of smells you couldn’t put a name to. In your troubles to stomach the scent of him, you could have sworn that he let out a soft, “Ah.”
That was followed by another shift as he kicked out both legs so they ran down in tandem with the length of your body. Your head may have been trapped between the dune and his ass, and he may have already pinned down your shoulders with his thighs, but your arms were still usable. In an effort to fight back against the man who was sure to suffocate you from this, you started reaching for something to grab. The only issue was that the only thing to take ahold of were fistfuls of sand that just slipped through your fingers, getting you nowhere. Your next thought was to try pushing him off, how hard could it be? The man had a center of gravity and pushing where he placed all of his weight would surely knock him off balance. Your arms moved to where you thought his ass was at, your hands feeling full of the solid yet thick muscle. One, two, three… and push!
Nothing. He didn’t budge. What was this guys secret—superglue? You scaled your hands around the his butt, looking for a spot where you could reach underneath and pushing him upwards since you didn’t have the strength to topple him over. You let your fingers do the observing since you still couldn’t see, or hear for that matter, and moved closer to his crack. You trailed around until you felt his hole, then some hair tufts of sticking out from it, then skin. Your skin, it had to be. Holy shit… you weren’t against the dune at all—you were inside his ass!
Well, for the moment your head was inside of him. The rest still had some fighting power—some autonomy to tell him that you didn’t want this, but you had a feeling that he didn’t really care. You had already tried to fight him off and your body kept trying to do so, knowing where it was inevitably heading. When fighting didn’t work your screamed into nothing, because, to you, it was just a void of gushing wetness. The noises didn’t go beyond Pietro’s stomach, sounding like muffled growls from an active digestive system and nothing more. The pleas and cries you let out were indiscernible from the sound of his bowels happily welcoming home future shit.
Slowly, you slipped in more and more. The only reaction coming from the stranger was a large grunt when it came to your shoulders, with some heaving breathing to slowly and surely drag them in too. This was a nightmare.
It had been almost two hours since he started this jog, so yeah, no one would be getting to see this except him. He was the only person to see you on this beach and your friends would probably think that you got lost or the tide took you with it when you would actually just end up as fuel for a hungry speedster. Pietro wanted to take things slow. Instead of horking down his food and blindsiding his prey before they could even process what had happened, which some may consider to be the more humane option, he wanted to go slow and sensually. He wanted to feel his tight ring conform to every part of your body, all for his own pleasure.
When it came to it, he was a fitness junkie at heart, and naturally disciplining himself on the regular. Pietro could eat the fattiest people around or the most processed snack cakes one after the other and burn them off, but he never considered eating something that really pushed him into the realm of unhealthy. Thankfully, that kind of diet felt far away with the speed he lived life at. And as he felt his hole flex little by little, pulsing out to take impossibly big gulps of it’s food and clamping down to make sure you couldn’t set it back by wiggling or jerking in desperation, he leaned back into the sand where you once were. He was a bit higher up, but the difference was covered by the remaining parts of your body still sticking from his ass and kicking at the sand under your feet. While you weren’t setting yourself free by any means, you also weren’t pushing yourself further into him—so, Pietro saw that as him being nice.
His theory was right, it was like ass-chugging, but with food instead of alcohol. He could already feel himself getting full as you slid through his winding bowels, still a bit away from his stomach. The small of your back was finally journeying into his condensing tunnel, fitting around you like a compressive bodysuit. All this tightness form stretching his ass to envelope you, and as he could feel you filling the space where his heart would sink, deep in his gut, he felt himself finally getting hard. Your own body appeared to do the same, betraying your legs that kicked and fought until they were sucked inside with you.
As a kindness, he lined up your cock just right so it would be pressed against your stomach on the journey into his stomach. Your hips were the last notably thick thing for his sphincter to swallow, leaving an easy pair of legs to finish off.
His ass pushed your feet so that they pointed downwards, and he felt that last of your feet slide in. Your feet did one last futile shift before his hole closed over the very tips of your toes. The ascent up to his stomach was just as excruciatingly slow as the rest of your body, slowly filling and distending his gut until every last bit of you was packed away in the taut compartment. Your body naturally took the shape of a ball from being compressed by his thick stomach walls.
Unfortunately, he could on have so much control over himself. It wasn’t like how he could choose to take a slow jog or swallow you slowly—his gut made quick work of you, the mercy wasn’t up to him. He slapped the side of his gut. “You know, you should be more grateful. If I hadn’t found you, you would have gotten a nasty sunburn.”
“My skin is burning off in here!” Your cried, finally audible from his acidic chamber. You tried pushing your arms in any direction you could, but everything felt impossible to grip from how little there was to take ahold of.
He let out a burp that shook the sand and, if he could life his head to pear past his large gut, probably the ocean, too. “It’s better for you.”
Pietro’s swelling gut blocked the sun from getting in his eyes as he laid in the same position he found you in. He would stay like this, jerk off and doze off… but he already knew how that story ended.
"Come on man, you know there's no escape, so you might as well get in this ass" your hookup says menacingly. Seconds after you'd both stripped down, the cute guy you met at the bar pushed you down and locked his bedroom door. "Dude what the hell are you talking about? Let me out, this is getting weird" you yell, not quite sure how to react to his exposed ass.
"It's fine man, in a few minutes you won't have to worry, you'll be tightly packed in my ravenous ass" he laughs. Before you can react he grabs you, forcing your naked body to your knees and leaving you face to face with his ass. From a distance it looked hot and thick, but being this close made it seem intimidating, making you feel nervous and uneasy before it.
"Now, just relax and this'll be a lot easier for you, or feel free to squirm, either way you'll be part of this ass pretty soon." Without warning he grabs the back of your head and pushes it in between his pillow-like cheeks. You feel his hole expand and contract as it reacts to your face making contact, still unsure of what's happening.
Seconds later you feel his hole open completely, slowly pulling your face into his ass. You start to panic, pushing frantically against his thick ass cheeks in an attempt to escape his grasp. However, it's all in vain, his juicy ass cheeks are like dough, becomming more difficult to get a grip on the harder you push. By now your head is almost completely inside the voracious stranger's ass, which is hot and musky, burning your throat as you try to breathe.
You feel his ass open further to accommodate your shoulders and chest. As your body gets pulled in deeper the suction of the powerful predator's ass gets stronger, swallowing more of you with ease. By now you're up to your hips, only just realising that you've got a raging boner; the process may be terrifying but the way it feels still manages to get the blood rushing to your cock.
As your dick slips inside the hungry asshole it sends a powerful orgasm throughout your whole body. You can't help but let out a powerful moan into the tight ass before you. Streams of cum leak out of your cock, softening the fleshy walls of the pred's ass, further lubing up your journey into his body. Seconds later all that remain outside are your feet, wriggling frantically as you desperately try to escape the powerful grasp of the ass that's eating you.
Soon you're completely consumed as he sucks your feet up his ass. He gives his thick cheeks a firm slap as you're forced into a ball inside him, causing your whole world to shake and rumble like an earthquake. "Thanks for the free meal man. Feel free to struggle as much as you like while you digest, it always feels amazing."
You try to get comfortable in the tight prison you're stewing in but it's almost impossible, the walls feel like they're closing in on you. You struggle and kick the sticky surface around you, causing your pred's ass to shake and wobble from outside. "God that feels amazing, I wish this bit could last forever" he says, closing his eyes and rubbing his ass to feel the struggles. "Nothing better than a helpless prey fighting for their life inside me. There's no escape though man, face it, you're just meat now for me to digest, pretty soon you'll realise all that fighting is just speeding up your demise!"
The heat starts to rise as you continue to fight in the hopes of finding an escape. You feel your skin bubble as the walls of the ass close in on you, releasing juice to convert you into ass fat. The walls become stickier as they close in on you, your skin merging with them as you're broken down further into sticky ass fat. Finally the heat becomes so intense that you pass out, your eyes closing as a final thought rushes through your mind... "I'm just fat."
From outside the pred feels your struggles end as you're finally knocked unconscious. He takes a look at his new ass, now much thicker and more muscular as it continues to break more of you down. "Damn he did some work to me" he says to himself, admiring his firm cheeks. With that he sat down and put his underwear back on, letting the rest of you digest and get absorbed into his satisfied new bubble butt.
I really wanted Steve and Bucky to have massive bodies but since they both took the super solider serum I didn’t want them to have the same bodies. I came up with the idea that the Russian’s modified the serum for Bucky so he could handle harsh winter climates. Thus I present:
THICCY BARNES
He’s a full foot taller than Steve, two feet taller than Sam, and easily takes up a full queen sized mattress on his own.
Y’ALL HAVE WANTED BUCKY FOR A LONG TIME SO I HOPE YOU LIKE HIM CAUSE I LOVE HIM and yes thats steve and sam in his gut <3
“Fuckkkkk, your sons really added some size on my tits. You wanna guess which one is which?” Joey laughed and he played with his swollen pecs. Your sons were gone, but they looked fucking good.
In the airplane bathroom, Miguel stood alone, examining his body in the mirror. He hooked his fingers on the the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Underneath the green fabric revealed a slight belly and love handles, still gurgling lightly as it digested. On top of the belly sat two pecs, round and decently coated with hair. He gave one pec an appreciative squeeze, taking note of the weight it had gained.
Miguel gave his belly a light slap, and it churned a bit in response. His meal was almost finished making its way through his body. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he took a picture of the progress.
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Work called -- a flight over from Chicago to Tokyo, meaning 13 whole hours cooped up inside an airplane. Luckily, Miguel had sprung for first class seating, using his frequent flyer points to book a seat.
The length of the flight meant there was certainly going to be in-flight dining... and Miguel hated airline food. He figured he'd be able to make a meal on-flight out of one of the passengers.
And right he was. About an hour into the flight, his eye caught a man sitting two rows in front of him. From what he could see, the man was blonde, slim, probably about 5'8. Perfect size for a little meal, he thought to himself.
About 10 minutes later, Miguel watched as the man stood from his seat, before walking over to the airline bathroom. Miguel waited for a moment before standing up, tying his hoodie around his waist, and following behind.
His timing was perfect - He pushed the door to the bathroom open just before the man was able to lock it. The stranger opened his mouth to tell Miguel that the room was occupied, but didn't get the chance; Miguel quickly clapped a hand over the man's mouth, pressing him against the wall before locking the bathroom door behind him.
10 minutes later, Miguel sat alone on the airline toilet, shorts around his ankles and shirt rolled up above his chest, panting. His hat and hoodie had fallen off in the heated exchange of gulps and muffled shouts, but he knew he couldn't bend over and pick it up in this condition.
On his lap sat his distended belly. It was about the size of a yoga ball, with random bulges in places where you could make out the shape of a head or leg. His prey was doing his best to struggle and shout, but, given the tight conditions, the best he could do was make the belly stretch momentarily, before Miguel's muscles pulled him back in.
Miguel gave his belly a slap, smiling as he heard the muffled grunts of the trapped man. "Sorry, man. You're gonna be enjoying Tokyo with me, now." Suddenly, Miguel clapped a hand to his mouth, doing his best to block a huge belch coming up. His belly gurgled ominously, and he blew the air out of his mouth silently. "That'll probably be the only big one..."
Luckily for Miguel, the air that had come up tightened his belly to the point where his prey was now unable to struggle. The contours of the man's body were much more pronounced, but that wouldn't be a problem.
Leaning sideways, he stretched his arm down, grabbing the fabric of his hoodie and pulling it to his level. With some struggle, he managed to pull the hoodie over his arms and belly. Luckily, he had opted for a double-XL hoodie, which conveniently hid his prey from the rest of the passengers. Next, he grabbed his hat, sitting it on top of his head. Giving his belly a pat, he spoke to his meal for the last time. "Enjoy the ride through my guts, dude."
Now standing, he pulled his hoodie up over his belly and pulled out his phone. He always found it fun to track the progress of his prey through his system. Opening the Notes app on his phone, he made a new note, titled, "Airline 9/15/26". He took a photo of him and his belly in the mirror, then inserting the photo into the note under the text, "10:30pm". He slipped his phone back into his pocket, and looked at his belly in the mirror. It was gargantuan, hairy, engorged -- he loved how he looked and felt freshly fed. He took one hand to rub his belly in circles, feeling his prey inside. Smiling, he pulled his hoodie back over the gut. A tiny bit of his belly poked out from the bottom, showing just the end of his happy trail.
He gave his belly a little pat before stepping out of the airline bathroom, maneuvering his way back to the first class section, trying not to bump his newfound mass on anything.
Miguel laid down in his lie-flat seat, feeling his belly rock back and forth due to the gravity. A groaning and sloshing had started to emanate from the gut, signaling that the man-meat was on his way to being slush. Despite this, he still felt his belly shake a little under his hoodie, the prey still doing his best to break free. Miguel smiled, enjoying the movements. He fell asleep quickly, a hand stretched over his belly.
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Miguel woke suddenly, as the plane went over some mild turbulence. He grabbed his phone to check the time -- it was 2:37am. The plane was dark. A groan from inside him drew his attention to his belly, which seemed to have been quite active in the past couple hours. He took a hand and pressed it to his belly, smiling as it squished under his touch. There was still some solid mass inside, but it was smaller, and definitely not still alive.
Sitting up in his seat, Miguel groaned, rubbing his face as he slowly woke up. His belly sloshed loudly as the contents inside rearranged, and it sat low in his lap, a bit of fat rolling over the sides of his legs. He decided that, since he was up, now was as good a time as any to track his progress.
Pushing himself out of his seat, Miguel lumbered his way over to the bathroom slowly, really still only half awake. A light slosh from his belly accompanied each step. He sleepily locked the bathroom door behind him.
After a quick leak, Miguel pulled off his hoodie to track the digestion of his prey. He rolled his shirt up over his chest.
His belly hung lower than before, and it groaned and churned as it worked hard to liquify the meat inside. Miguel smiled -- he loved this stage of digestion. He placed his hands on his belly and began to massage it lovingly. He rubbed his gut in circles, squeezing it occasionally to break some things apart. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling, wishing he had someone to worship him right about now.
He finished his little session off with one more slap to his gut. He let out a low belch, bringing back the taste of his meal. He once again pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, inserting it along with a short caption. "2:48AM. He's gone. Sloshing really hard. There's some solid stuff, but I did what I could to break it up. I'm really full. He'll definitely last me the rest of the flight. <photo attachment>"
With that, he went back to his seat and fell right back asleep.
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Still looking at his phone, Miguel checked the time. 8:06AM. Touchdown was in two hours. He opened his notes app to make a new entry.
"8:06AM : Mostly digested. Only a bit of gurgling, and 1 or 2 burps since the last entry. Still feel sort of full. Probably gonna need to go 1 more time before touchdown. <photo attachment>"
He slid his phone back into his shorts pocket, and gave his belly another slap. This time, the slap was followed by a small, low belch. "Huh, I guess that's three burps, now." Miguel sighed and pulled his shirt back down over his chubby abdomen.
He'd probably make 1 more stop to the bathroom before touchdown, to drop off the rest of his passenger. He was excited to get to Tokyo... He had never had Japanese food before.
You were in debt to your eyeballs and when the day came for the lender to collect, you only had 1 thing to trade - your son. You offered one, but he took both and made sure you watched as he did. He left you alone and later sent you a message:
“Your sons are still fighting, but don’t worry they’ll settle down soon and become nothing more than ass fat. Consider all your debts paid, You won’t be hearing from me anymore. Unless you have more sons you want to trade?”
You sit alone in your house, free of debt but not free of guilt.
“Your boyfriend? Nah sorry, I’m not sure where he is. Maybe check another room in the house, bro.” The naked jock laughed as you frantically searched for your missing boyfriend. You retreated from the room, but before you left you noticed a pile of clothes on the floor that looked exactly like the clothes your boyfriend was wearing. Was it a coincidence? You’ll never know and you never did see your boyfriend again. You’ll always remember the smirk from that jock as he shook his bubble butt as his friends took pictures and videos.
