They call me Tomato, I'm a juicy prey type. I like all vore stuffs. 24 y.o. male. I like more often then reblog but I definitely love almost everything vore
Abel glanced once more over the PDF contract pulled up on his phone. A bunch of legalese, some of which he understood better or worse than the rest, concluding with the statement, “I hereby, in sound mind and under no duress, do willingly commit my body to be devoured by the undersigned, knowing full well that said ingestion may result in the termination of my life.”
The boy snorted in amusement, shifting on his dorm room bed, chin rested in his hand as he scrolled down to the bottom of the page and signed it. He startled at a knock on the door. He stretched with a grimace, scratching his armpit and yawning as he went to open it. Standing before him was a guy he’d never met, a good foot taller than him, looked like a grad student based on his age.
“Yo, man,” Abel said, tilting his head in question. “Can I help you?”
The guy chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes flicked up and down Abel’s body. “Yeah I was just passing by and, uh. I got a notification. From, um...” He hesitated, glancing down the hall on either side, then leaned closer, murmuring, “uh, from, you know. The app?” He held up his phone, displaying, to Abel’s surprise, the contract he’d just signed. The other guy, Brad, apparently, had already taken the liberty of signing his name on the other dotted line.
“Oh. Ok, cool. Sweet. You, uh, wanna come in?” Abel asked, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb.
Brad shook his head. “Nah, I was on my way back to my apartment, just figured I’d, you know. Eat you before I headed back.”
Abel felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine. Brad’s sheepishness seemed more to do with the semi-public nature of this conversation more than the conversation’s content. His casual use of the words made Abel’s cock stir in his pants. *Eat you.* Brad was going to eat him.
“Alright, whatever you want, dude.” Abel unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. “I’m all yours.”
“Right on. Thanks, bro.” Brad gave him a playful head rub, mussing his hair before taking hold of his shoulders and drawing him in close, jaws stretching wide. Abel’s breath hitched as he started to slide down along the warm tongue, past the dangling uvula and into the tight embrace of Brad’s slimy gullet, descending forever into the dark.
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Brad let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed on his couch, unbuttoning his pants to make more breathing room for his bloated belly. He moaned happily as he gave it a firm slap, letting out a gurgly belch. *uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppp....*
His roommate Dan poked his head around the corner at the sound, eyeing Brad’s swollen stomach. Abel had stopped moving around on the car ride back over but it was still obvious what had happened. “I wish you would have texted me,” Dan chided. “I was gonna cook us both dinner.” He ducked back into the kitchen. “So who was it this time?”
“Some sophomore,” Brad yawned, scratching the swollen hairy dome. “Think I’ve seen him around before. He tasted good. Wish I’d fucked him first, but I was ready to just chill.”
Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV, gently rubbing his churning tummy as Abel was slowly digested away.
Oooof, there you go buddy! *Burp* For a while there I thought you were gonna escape, but once I got to your waist I knew you were mine.
I love feeling stuffed to the brim with little guys like you, though my shirt won't fit me anymore it's a worthy sacrifice for filling my tank like this.
Now try not to move around so much, I need to find your brother and stuff him alongside you, after all you don't want to be in there all alone right?
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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.
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.
My college roommate was a pred. At first that freaked me out, but after a couple weeks, he told me to chill out. I was a decent roomie, and if he tanked me, he'd have to risk getting a new one who sucked ass. He didn't mind sucking dudes up his ass, but he wasn't interested in being around people he found annoying.
Despite him being a pred, I never saw anything about it. Maybe he was focused on school or maybe he was being considerate. From his comment, it didn't sound like he liked using the college reformation chambers. It was probably hard to find dudes willing to churn for good.
But one day I came back to find him lounging on his bed with a massive gut. It shifted around every now and then. He grinned over at me. "Hey man. Thought I'd finally give you a show."
"Who is that?" I asked.
He slapped his stomach. It gurgled. "Trevor."
"Oh fuck." Trevor was our RA. He was a prick. "Won't they be mad at you for tanking him?"
He laughed. "Then I'll tank them too." He licked his lips. "You wanna come feel?" His eyes drifted down to my shorts. I was tenting them out. "Ohhhh. You're a gut slut, huh? Knew we'd be friends. How about you come suck this dick for me? Love to get a nut off while I'm digesting a bitch."
It turned out, sucking someone's cock while their gut thrashed around with a man turning into sludge was probably the hottest thing in the whole world
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