MaleVoreLover

Male/Gay Vore. Mostly Oral Vore. ONLY 18 +

[petit-bear2356]

[conchoronzon]

Remember: Appearances can be deceiving. Those handsome bears with kind eyes that take you home from the bar might just be planning on having you for breakfast

[rickrude]

[conchoronzon]

there's always a risk when you go a wrestling match these days that one of the guys will find you before everything gets started and decide that you're the protein boost he wants before the show. and you signed the waiver when you bought the ticket, so you don't have any right to refuse. hope you like getting digested!

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

Better Settle Down

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, lifting my white t-shirt up to my chest with one hand while the other rubbed slow circles over my massive, swollen gut. The heavy, round belly hung out heavily over my waistband, gurgling and churning loudly.

I smirked down at the clear bulge you were making.

“Look at you in there,” I said, voice low and amused, gently patting the side of my stretched stomach. “You really filled me up, didn’t you? I can still feel you squirming around… getting weaker by the minute.”

I gave my belly a firm slap, making it wobble and slosh. A deep gluuuurp echoed from inside as I felt you shift uncomfortably.

“Remember how cocky you were earlier? Talking all that shit, thinking you were bigger than me?” I chuckled, rubbing the spot where your face was pressing out. “Now you’re just meat in my gut. My big, heavy, digesting gut.”

I leaned back against the counter, letting my bloated belly stick out proudly as I kept talking to you.

“Feels fucking good, you know that? Every little kick and push… it’s like you’re massaging me from the inside. But we both know how this ends. You’re not coming out as a person. You’re coming out as my shit.”

My stomach let out a long, wet groooaaan, and I felt you panic and struggle harder. I just laughed softly.

“Yeah… that’s right. Keep fighting. It won’t change anything. By morning, you’ll be nothing but a thick, stinking pile I’m gonna drop in the toilet. Maybe I’ll even take a picture of what’s left of you before I flush.”

I gave my heavy belly one last affectionate rub, feeling it slowly start to round out even more as digestion kicked into high gear.

“Better settle down in there. You’re mine now. Just a nice, warm meal turning into ass fat and bathroom waste.”

I smirked at my reflection in the dark microwave door, admiring how huge and full I looked.

“Thanks for the protein, buddy.”

[hungryandveryhorny]

This guy I've never fucking talked to just swallowed me alive. I was minding my own business changing in the gym locker room, and now I'm being squeezed on all sides, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. I’m soaked from head to toe in slimy mucus and wet stomach juices, and it’s warmer in here than any sauna I’ve been in. Suffice to say, it’s not very comfortable. But I have to admit that with my dick sliding between his slippery stomach walls and my slick body, I’m getting hard as fuck. And it’s taking up space that I really can't afford right now, so as humiliating as it is, I better... work on getting rid of it, if you know what I mean.

I've seen this guy eat other people at my gym before, so I guess it's karma, since I never helped them. One thing I know for certain: this guy's not letting me out the way he put me in.

[justbulls]

Beefy Bull

[bigbellyboiz]

Big-bellied bull.

[eatmecoward]

“Look, I’ve noticed you staring at my gut all night. So come on! Just let me gulp you down~” He rubbed over his growling stomach. “Don’t worry, this belly’s very experienced with digesting cuties like you into fat and shit, you’ll be aaall gone by morning~”

[uw2025-deactivated20260719]

[conchoronzon]

"What're you doing?" I asked when I walked out of my bedroom in the beach condo to watch my son working away at the stove.

"You said you were hungry."

I laughed. "Yeah."

"So I'm making breakfast."

He always had been such a sweet boy. I figured that would apply to more things than just his personality. That's why'd I'd been planning this father-son vacation for the past year. "I already made breakfast," I said, walking up behind him.

"When? You just woke up?"

"About 29 years ago," I whispered in his ear. He turned around just in time to see my stretching maw. A second later, his face slid over my tongue.

I was right.

He was *real* fuckin' sweet.

A perfect breakfast~

[ctabear]

[vorehoundarc]

My belly is craving for you, babe... it wants you inside it. You know I can't deny the belly~

[ill-eat-your-boyfriend]

I just got home from the gym, still pumped after out-lifting that whole pack of cocky college frat preds. They were flexing hard, talking shit like they ran the place, but I shut them up quick by shoving each one down my throat right there in the locker room. Swallowed the whole group one after another, felt all that muscle and attitude bulging out my gut the whole drive back.

Now I am sitting here on the bed rubbing this hairy belly, letting out some long deep farts while they churn down into nothing. My gut has been working them over real nice the last couple hours.

About to head to the toilet and show them their final place. Gonna drop a massive group load, thick heavy logs sliding out slow with their frat gear tangled up in the mess, bones cracking as those solid skulls stretch my hole wide one by one. Gonna leave a fat steaming pile in the bowl that used to be a whole crew of preds.

Another bunch of cocky guys turned into nothing but my toilet shit. Feels damn good, bro.

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

“Fuck, listening to you beg under the sound of my roaring stomach has got me itching for some fun!” The cocky pred slowly slaps and shakes his extended stomach, feeling the prey squirm and shake on the inside.

“Unfortunately, I can’t really let you out, goes against the pred code, you can always beg though, I’m sure I can try to turn down the heat a little bit, and make this last a bit longer, I love the feeling of a helpless prey who will be reduced to nothing but my shit, but hey, at least you like on as a protein boost! BURRRPPPPP

[hb24boy]

[conchoronzon]

"One more stupid comment, and I'm stuffing you in my gut and not letting you out until you're a bunch of shit, motherfucker."

[hb24boy]

[lucaamatowrites]

Dad started a serious talk while just wearing undies. He's never done that before. Well, it turns out, he's in them because the talk is about how he's heard from his buddies that despite being a grown man, I'm no good at sucking dick. They never complained to me about it, and we all swore never to tell him.

Guess they told.

And guess he's embarrassed to have a cocksucking son who isn't skilled at it, because he grabbed me by the head and said, "Need to train you better."

He shoved my face into his bulge.

"You're sucking the cock that made you twice a day at least until you're good at this."

[conchoronzon]

After a month, he sighed. "You're barely getting any better," he said. "Maybe you just need to know what's it like to be a cock. Figure out where all the pleasure spots are." His dick grew as he said this. "So I'm going to cock vore you. Melt you down. Add you to my dick. Then in about two months, I'll reform you. You'll have one week after that to prove you've got what it takes. Otherwise, you're going to be a permanent cumstain."

[mannerbornboyagain]

To The Manner Born (Again)

[conchoronzon]

The neighborhood DILF takes great care of his garden. After all, it's where his sons live. Well, theoretically. I mean, he churned them up in his gut and dumped them in there as fertilizer alongside all the guys he snacks on. But still. It's sweet if you think about it like that. And when he flashes that smile at you, you get the feeling he wants to treat you with same care...

[bestinmem]

[conchoronzon]

James loved nothing more than relaxing in the summer heat, rubbing his fur, and feeling the struggles of the guy inside him who was slowly coming to the realization that their stay inside the pred was going to be a bit... permanent

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

“Well, you called me a piece of shit, and I thought to myself, well, wouldn’t it be nice if the tables were turned? And wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got the feeling that you’ll end up being the piece of shit now….” **BELCHHHHH**

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

The Best Look

The best look for any pred is one where they are full and satisfied, their hunger being put silent as it has some prey to chew on. Something about the look of the pred feeling happy and even proud of taking whatever is currently nourishing him in and allowing them to stew away in his guts and bowels really just adds to the look. It's knowing that whatever he swallowed is going to be a part of him forever, simply fuel to be absorbed into his muscles, his gut, and the rest of his body. 

Inside, the prey could be trashing, crashing, and fighting its way out, but no one but the pred would know, somewhat of a dirty secret between two individuals in this symbiotic relationship, adding to the look of satisfaction on the pred, knowing that they have complete control and dominance over this poor soul. 

Eventually, the prey will give in to the digestion, and melted into a think, soup like sludge that will be processed, whatever the pred needs, it will take, and whaever it doesn't need, well, it gets disposed of in the morning. What more could a pred ask for? The feeling is divine. 

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

Mirror Snack

I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.

That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.

My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.

Fuck it. I was still hungry.

I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.

I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.

“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”

I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…

My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.

One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.

I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.

“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”

I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.

“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”

I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.

I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.

I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”

Time to head home. By the time I get there, you’ll just be another thick layer on this gut.

[mensabdomens]

[basic-bro]

Working retail sucks are the whining clients. But I have my ways of dealing with the annoying ones uurrrrpppp.