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[aceobserver]

(ID: satr588)

Keith loved being full. There was no feeling that beat when his belly was digesting someone.

It always impressed him how he could melt down 200 pounds of man-meat into a couple extra pounds on his body, a little bit more muscle, and a lot of shit.

It was no different this time; He had been working on this one for about 3 days. This meal was almost done moving through him, and he could feel his body getting bigger. There was one problem...

Getting dressed when he was full was never easy.

His red flannel slid over his arms with no issue, though the new tightness in his biceps and shoulders told him he may need to go up a size soon.

He pulled the two sides of the shirt together to button, but they stopped about an inch apart. He did his best to squish his fat, but it was no use. The big man grunted, irritated, and dropped the ends of the shirt.

The denim pressed into his legs as he did his best to shimmy into his pants. With a bit of effort, they successfully slid over his butt. The seams were strained, but it was doable. As long as he didn't sit down...

Now came the biggest challenge; the front button. He flexed his abs, his belly squelching as it pressed inward. Wincing, he pulled the flaps together, closer, closer...

It was too tight. He exhaled, dropping his hands to his sides. His gut sloshed downward, and he moaned. A small groan emitted from inside him, and a belch worked its way up from the depths of the belly.

Urrrrp. He gave the gut a slap and sighed. Guess it was gonna be another day of sweatpants and hoodies.

Before he changed, though, he turned to his mirror and snapped a picture. He saved it to a folder filled with dozens of similar photos.

He scratched at his treasure trail idly for a moment, before walking away from the mirror.

[ill-eat-your-boyfriend]

I was out on the boat with the boys all day, sun beating down and a cooler full of brews making everything feel loose and easy. We had been fishing and bullshitting for hours when I pulled the black-hat guy in close for a kiss. He went with it right away, arm around my shoulder, mouths locked up nice and deep. The kiss kept going longer than I planned, so I just stretched my lips over his face and kept sliding down. He barely fought it. Felt his head pop into my throat easy, and I glanced down to see a massive boner already straining hard in his jeans.

A few big gulps later and his black hat hit the deck of the boat. The rest of him slid down smooth until he was curled up tight in my tank top, squirming and bulging my gut out good. The boys started laughing and clapping. One of them yelled, “Damn, bro, you really went for it. How’s he feel in there?” I just grinned and rubbed the heavy swell. “Heavy as hell but he’s settling in nice. Pass me another brew, man. He is gonna be churning for a while.”

We kept fishing like nothing happened. I would lean back every so often and rip these long wet farts that rolled across the water, the boys cracking up each time. “Listen to that,” I told them, patting my gut. “He is really breaking down in there. Smells like he is ready to come out soon.” Another guy laughed and said, “Bro, you always turn your hookups into logs faster than any of us." "You'd better save some fish for the rest of the boat, though, you fat fuck.” I just shrugged and let out another deep fart. “He is almost soup now. Feels pretty damn good.”

A couple of hours and a few more brews later, my gut had gone soft and sloshy. I stood up, dropped my pants, and squatted right over the side of the boat. Grunted deep and pushed. Massive thick logs started sliding out slowly, stretching my hole wide as hell. The boys were all watching, laughing, and snapping pics as the first heavy coils hit the water and floated away. I kept grunting and farting while more of him dropped, long heavy pieces packed with bits of his shirt and jeans. When his skull finally stretched me to the max and popped through, I let out a long, satisfied groan.

One of the guys pointed and said, “There he goes, floating off like the rest of the bait.” I laughed, picked up his black hat from the deck, and set it right on top of one of the bigger logs bobbing behind the boat. “There you go, bro. Looks good on you.” The boys cheered as we fired up the motor and headed back to the dock, leaving him drifting there, floating as turds on the water.

Another fishing trip, another buddy turned into nothing but logs. Feels damn good, man.

[maviscat123]

Story by loud digestion

Mark gave a deep thick gulp, sending the last of his latest meal down into his waiting stomach. Zack, a hookup he'd met up with online, curled up, audibly moaning and twitching, into Mark's formerly hungry belly, which now bulged hugely in front of him, its surface writhing with the motion of the eager college boy inside it.

A voice, faint and muffled, came from within Mark's furry belly, the words gasped and hitching with the boy's arousal. "Please remember...oh god, oh god, Don't forget the address...oooooohhhh."

The boy's last words ended in an ecstatic moan as the acid of Mark's stomach began burning Zack's skin. But judging by the rhythmic twitching that followed, Zack was enjoying being digested just as much as he said he would when he was still a person desperately explaining to Mark why he needed to end up inside Mark's stomach.

Something bubbled and a thick meaty BUUUAAARRRP echoed up from the depths of Mark's belly, catching him off guard. It tasted thickly of cum.

Mark chuckled to himself and began to rub the now still bulge in his belly. Clearly Zack had gone out on a soaring final orgasm. And now that he was comfortably dead, what was left of him had begun to gently gurgle.

But this was only part of the bargain. Mark heaved his engorged belly over to the kitchen counter where a piece of paper bearing the last things Zack had ever written sat. It was just an address, a time, and a name.

Mark belched again and idly rubbed his belly as he mentally assembled an itinerary. It started in about three hours and it would take only 20 minutes to get there. So he had time to relax and get started on digesting Zack before he needed to leave.

Perfect.

He wobbled over to the couch, his huge weight eliciting some shrieks of protest from the springs, and sat back. As always, he began to get overwhelmed with the reality of what he'd just done and what was inside him.

As the bubbling gurgle of initial digestion began to grow louder, Mark put both hands on either side of his huge hairy belly and began to rub in slow circles, coaxing out a few more thick belches that tasted not just of cum, but of meat. The taste sent him over the edge as always, and he began twitching as he pumped a thick creamy load of cum into his briefs. The orgasm shot through him, electrifying every vein and bone in his body so that when he was finally done, his briefs soaked and sticky, he felt like he never needed to move again.

But of course he had a promise to keep.

~~~

The venue was unassuming, one of those community convention centres that can manage a single wedding or event at a time. This time, it was a family reunion. Zack's family reunion, to be exact. And there was someone he needed to find.

The crowd wasn't big, so thankfully he'd only needed to ask one person what he needed before he was directed to the person in question, a depressed looking middle aged man hanging out by the drink table. He was handsome in a "scruffy college professor" kind of way, and though he seemed in decent shape, he had the beginning of a potbelly stretching out the bottom of his brown shirt.

As Mark approached him, the man's eyes had bugged out somewhat and Mark was delighted to notice that his gaze was firmly on Mark's still visibly full belly. A second later, the man caught himself and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it," Mark said casually. "It gets a lot of stares."

"I...okay." The man seemed bewildered, but Mark noted that he didn't recoil.

"I'm Mark. I'm a friend of Zack's."

The man started somewhat. "Oh, I'm Zack's dad." He hesitated, then held out a hand. "I'm Ben."

Mark shook it, noting Ben's firm grip despite his wilted posture.

"Actually, have you seen Zack recently?" The man asked.

Mark felt a part of Zack shift in his stomach. "I ran into him earlier today," Mark said, shifting his weight so the digesting bulk of Zack audibly glorped inside him. "He mentioned that he was going to this get together. Wanted me to let you know he might be a bit delayed."

Ben relaxed a bit. "Oh, so he is coming. Good." He toyed with his hands a moment before adding, "I was worried he wouldn't. We...had an awkward moment a couple days ago."

Mark fought back a knowing smile. Zack had explained what that moment was before he'd been eaten, and it had intrigued Mark enough that he'd agreed to make this little jaunt, even with a full stomach.

"Who knows," Mark said, trying to keep excitement out of his voice, "maybe Zack's here, already, and you just haven't run into him, yet."

Ben looked around at that, scanning the room with a look like apprehension. But then, a sound broke the silence and pulled Ben's attention away.

Mark gave a sheepish grin and patted his belly. "It's working on lunch. Sorry."

Ben stared with a look that was almost longing for a few seconds as the digestion process kicked into high gear and Mark's intestines started pulling large chunks of partially digested Zack into his hungry guts, unwilling to wait on his stomach to finish breaking Zack down.

"Are...are you feeling okay? It sounds...loud." Knowing what to look for, Mark spotted a twitch as Ben began pitching a tent in his pants.

Mark shrugged. "I feel okay, but I could use a belly rub. But you probably wouldn't be into that, I imagine."

A glance down confirmed that Ben was in fact into it. But Mark waited until Ben's brain caught up with the now very visible bulge in his pants.

"Is...would that be okay? I mean..."

Another loud glorp from Mark's belly pushed Ben to take the leap and he led Mark to a side room that thankfully had a locked door. Ben held back slightly, holding his hands around his chest as though Mark were a bomb that could go off any second.

Mark pulled up his shirt and patted his furry belly and chuckled, his voice gentle. "I don't mind if you rub it. Honestly."

Ben reached out and gently touched Mark's belly. By now, the processing of Ben's son had kicked into high gear and the constant wet churning and gurgling filled the room. Ben's breathing hitched and the tent in his pants grew more insistent, the bulge of his enthusiastic penis now sticking straight out in front of him, the fabric straining.

Mark took the plunge. "Do you...like that?"

Ben looked dazed, delirious, and aroused to the point of distraction. When he did speak, his hand slowly traversing the round slope of Ben's belly, his voice was slightly choked and breathless. "I love those noises so much."

Mark tried to hide a knowing smile. "Nothing wrong with that. I do, too."

Ben looked confused. "You do?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah, I do. I love eating big meals and then getting to enjoy the slow process of making them a part of my belly. It feels good." At that, another loud wet rolling series of gurgles moved through Mark's belly as more chunks of Zach were folded greedily into his intestines. Mark felt Ben's hand shudder as he felt the movement.

"Oh god," Ben said, his face immediately flushing. He tensed suddenly and then bent forward at the waist slightly. Mark looked down and saw the other man's bulge pulsing through the fabric as a wet spot bloomed on the khaki fabric, spreading as Ben's unexpected cumload filled the front of his pants. Mark reached out and placed a firm hand on Ben's shoulder to steady him as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked through him.

Ben's face was red and flushed, but his expression suddenly looked pained. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I wasn't expecting..."

"You're okay," Mark said, smiling and putting a big hand on Ben's shoulder. "Seriously. And I hope this isn't wrong to say, but, Zack told me about...what you and him talked about."

Ben's eyes widened. "He told you that?"

"He was okay with it! I promise."

Ben sagged somewhat. "I shouldn't have been talking about it with him. He told you how it started, right?"

Mark nodded, recalling his last conversation with Zack before the young man had eagerly fed himself to Mark.

Zack had been visiting his dad, and they had been watching some horror movie with cheesy effects. At one point, a huge bulging monster appeared and swallowed the male main character whole. Without thinking, Zack had said, "Oh man, I'm jealous of that guy."

Ben had asked what he meant, eyes wide and his cock stirring in his shorts. Zack had tried to brush it off, but after some prodding, had admitted that he sometimes wished he could get swallowed whole like that and just digest away in someone's belly.

Ben, who had had those exact same fantasies since he was young had quietly admitted that he'd love that, too. And then, when they'd noticed that they were both pitching tents, they'd rewinded the movie and then then had masturbated together, cumming simultaneously as the poor hapless guy vanished forever into the monster's hungry belly.

Zack had just cum on his shirt, but Ben had kept his cock in his pants, leading to a huge wet spot as the biggest cumload he'd ever produced soaked into the fabric.

He'd felt intently guilty not just for jerking off with his son like that, but for admitting something so personal. Zack hadn't minded, but Bn had been so weird about it that he never brought it up again, and any time anyone had even tangentially mentioned bellies or eating or anything like that, Ben had tensed up.

Mark decided that he didn't want to tell Ben where Zack was right now and what he was currently doing, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ben wasn't leaving this room alive.

He started to drool.

"Hey, so...if...if you had the chance to make that happen. Be swallowed, I mean. Would you?"

Ben gave him an odd look. "Surely it's just a fantasy, though, right?"

Mark took the plunge and fully removed his button-up shirt, baring his massive gurgling belly. "I mean," he said, slapping a hand against the side of the huge hairy orb. "I could help you with that."

"You mean...your...stomach?" Ben's voice croaked on that last word, overcome with a wave of sudden possibilities, and the thoughts that came with them.

Mark smiled. "How about I get you where you belong?"

Ben moved forward as if in a trance, placed both hands in either side of Mark's gut, and rubbed slowly, mesmerized by the size, the heft, and the hairy masculinity of it. Zack continued to loudly process inside, though most of his bulk was now making its way through his churning intestines, bubbling away in Mark's lower belly. His stomach was free and eager for another meal.

Silently, Ben began to strip, peeling off his shirt and stepping out of his cum-stained khakis. His body was delicious, somewhat muscular but sporting a juicy potbelly dusted lightly with fur. After he pulled off his shoes, socks, and cum-drenched underwear, he looked up and met Mark's eyes, his expression eager and resigned.

Mark took him up and enjoyed swallowing him slowly, deep rhythmic gulps pulling the other man gradually down his throat, his tongue exploring his meal's body as he ingested Ben. His meal didn't fight, but moaned and writhed as he was drawn deeper and deeper down.

Chest, then belly, then cock, then thighs. Ben felt incredible as he entered Mark's digestive tract. Each gulp moved with a slow and steady rhythm, inevitable, permanent, satisfying.

Mark moaned around his mouthful as his stomach began opening up to welcome the newest inhabitant into Mark's body.

Gluurk.

Gluurk.

Gluuuulp!

GLUUUUULP

Mark pulled Ben's torso into his stomach, his mouth closing as Ben's calves and then feet disappeared into his mouth.

Having fully ingested Ben, Mark tilted his head up and gave a deep resonant GLLLULLLP and Ben settled down into Mark's stomach, his belly now bulging out hugely around his latest meal.

Mark began immediately belching over and over, eager to empty his stomach of air as fast as possible, each tasting of sweat and cum.

"I'll make sure you go quickly," he sighed, patting his now squirming belly as Ben suffocated and died inside him. But right before the movements slowed to nothing, he felt a series of twitches and a choked moaning as Ben went out the way his son had, cumming like a fountain moments before succumbing to Mark's stomach.

Mark enjoyed the thick cum-flavoured belch that followed as Ben met eternity in his belly.

Mark slowly ran his hands over his gut, enjoying the protuberances and shapes of what had used to be Ben, stretching out his skin. "We can't have anyone notice this, now can we?" he said, heaving himself to his feet.

Making his way to a solid column against the wall, he crushed his full belly against the immovable surface over and over, the bones snapping and cracking inside, pulping the body and making it ready for a fast digestion.

When he was done, his belly was still massively swollen, but at least it was round like a beachball again.

He patted his gut and laughed. "Two generations of men digesting in the same belly. Both got what they wanted." He burped again. "And now I need to make a discrete exit."

Finding a back door exit, he disposed of Ben's clothes in the trash and then made his way back to his car to head home.

"And this time," he said, as his stomach began gurgling again, "I'm going to get to enjoy digesting you."

[crimsonwalker]

The Roommate Tax

Jake stood shirtless in the middle of their apartment, the cool air brushing against his bare skin as he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands slowly roamed over the massive, heavy swell of his gut — round, taut, and bulging obscenely outward. The once-flat stomach was now a thick, hanging dome of stretched flesh, sagging heavily over the waistband of his black sweatpants. Beneath the soft layer of pudge, he could feel every faint shift and squirm of his former roommate trapped deep inside.

“Fuuuuck, Ethan…” Jake groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. Both palms pressed firmly into the warm, gurgling mass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he kneaded it possessively. A loud, wet glorp echoed from within, followed by a desperate push from inside that made the surface of his belly visibly bulge outward for a moment before it was squeezed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

It had been hours since their last fight escalated. Ethan had been bitching nonstop about rent, about Jake’s messy habits, about how he was “sick of carrying his lazy ass.” Jake finally had enough. In one swift motion he’d grabbed his roommate, pinned him to the couch, and shoved his head straight into his drooling maw. The swallow was brutal and hungry — wet, messy gulps stretching his throat wide as Ethan kicked and thrashed wildly. Jake’s tongue savored the salty taste of his roommate’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then those toned abs… all the way down until Ethan’s hips slid past his lips. One final, powerful gulp sent the bulge traveling down his chest and settling heavily into his stomach with a satisfying slosh.

Now Ethan was nothing but meat. A thick, squirming gut-filler.

Jake’s cock was rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his sweatpants, the red waistband of his underwear peeking out as his heavy belly rested on top of it. He bit his lip and gave his swollen middle a slow, sensual rub, feeling every contour of Ethan’s curled-up body pressing against his stomach walls.

“You’re so fucking heavy, bro,” Jake murmured, voice husky. “I can feel you… all curled up tight in my gut, getting churned up. That desperate little squirming is making me so goddamn horny.” He reached down with one hand and lazily stroked the thick outline of his erection through the fabric, while the other continued massaging his massive belly. “Every time you push out like that, it squeezes right against my prostate. Shit… keep struggling. I want to feel you melt.”

He slapped the side of his gut firmly, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. The cross necklace dangling between his pecs bounced with the motion. Jake let out a low, satisfied moan as another wave of gurgles rippled through his stomach, the acids already working overtime on his roommate.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan. Now you’re just a thick load of roommate slop turning into my gut fat.” Jake smirked at his reflection, turning slightly to admire how low and heavy his belly hung, the navel stretched wide. “By morning this is all gonna soften up… gonna have a nice, jiggly beer belly hanging over my waistband. Maybe I’ll wear your clothes while I digest the rest of you. Let everyone think you just moved out.”

He pressed both hands deep into the sides of his stuffed gut and squeezed, feeling Ethan compress tighter inside. His cock throbbed hard, leaking precum into his underwear as the pleasurable pressure made his knees weak.

“Mmm… get comfortable in there, roomie. My stomach’s not letting you out until you’re nothing but nutrients and a fat fucking load in my balls.” Jake gave his belly one last loving, possessive pat, then slowly rubbed circles over the warm, churning dome.

“Sweet dreams, Ethan. You belong to me now.”

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A day later, Jake was sprawled on the couch, his now softer, rounder gut resting heavily in his lap as he lazily stroked it. The gurgling had mostly settled into deep, wet churning. He smirked and gave the sagging paunch a firm pat.

“Time to take a nice long shit and dump what’s left of you, roomie. Gonna push you out as a fat log of former Ethan… maybe leave you in the toilet for a while so I can admire what a good meal you made.”

[stillfoodforguys]

I got a little to wild at a house party thrown by my handsome friend Nathan, who I was definitely flirting with way too forwardly after too may drinks. Although most people managed to make it home that night, I ended up passed out on his sofa, sensible enough to find a blanket before I stripped to my underwear and fell asleep.

The next morning, it was Nathan’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs that woke me. I strained out an unintelligible grunt as a greeting, but became more alert once I noticed most of his body was on show, just a pair of boxers and socks hiding very little from me. He joked about the thirsty comments I made to him last night, which made me think his lack of clothing was purposely to tease me even further.

Getting surprisingly close, Nathan joined me on the sofa by lying in the opposite direction to me, lifting up my legs and resting my feet on his shoulder while placing his own beside my head. He playfully rubbed my feet as he continued teasing me, something I would have questioned if his hands weren’t working absolute magic on my soles. It was having his own feet shoved in my face that made me react, his socks being soaked in what seemed like days worth of sweat. I recoiled slightly, but his scent of his musk hit my brain in an instant, only allowing me the thought that I desperately wanted more.

I started massaging and worshipping Nathan’s feet, unaware of how he had begun licking and tasting mine. He stopped to pull off his socks and toss them to me, which I scrambled to grab and hold over my face to keep inhaling his manly smell. Letting me enjoy my delirious state, he knelt on the floor and slipped off my pants to enjoy me fully. He slowly inserted my feet into his mouth, my soles sliding across his tongue as it guided my lower body into his gullet.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could feel the warmth and wetness spread across my body as Nathan’s body drew me deeper inside him. But nothing could distract me from savouring his musk, the effect even lasting after he snatched his socks away to swallow my arms along with my torso. It was only when his tongue wiped across my face that I finally snapped back to reality, followed by him pushing my saliva-coated head to the back of his throat and taking one final gulp.

Nathan’s entrancing scent was replaced by the humid, alcoholic atmosphere within his stomach, on account of all the beer he’d guzzled down the night before. Not that there was much space for air with my body tightly curled up inside, and what little remained was quickly burped out as my former friend took satisfaction in finishing his meal.

[voracious-tales]

{M/M: Francis' World}

“Welcome back to Francis’ World, dickwads!”  

Francis was a well-known YouTuber with over a billion views. He was notorious for his vulgar demeanor and his willingness to do absolutely anything to rake in views. With his black hoodie, camouflage shorts, and earphones practically glued to his ears, Francis Foghorn was a recognizable face in a sea of mundanity. He would livestream 24/7 spending most of his time dissing other YouTubers or playing games. He was especially brutal when it came to the latter nonchalantly using moves that break the game in order to win. Despite all the successes, Francis was still not satisfied with his channel. It was on Monday night that he came up with a plan.  

“Welcome you douchebags, it's me, Francis. Today, I am doing something completely different. Your boy has been collaborating lately, and, naturally, some people were just basic bitches. But I did find someone: I bring you Jake McFarlane from some Lego channel or whatever the fuck.”  

The stream starts buzzing with several people commenting as Jake entered the scene. He was a smaller, lanky man with a pretty face and youthful appearance. Francis mockingly presses a button designated for cheering and claps his hands. Jake took a small bow and faced Francis.  

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is Jake McFarlane.” Francis gave a cocky half-smile. “Tell us about yourself.”   “Well... all my life I have been interested in Lego. At 8 I completed my first set which was Star Wars-related. By my 13th birthday I started to collect Lego pieces and by the time I turned 24, I had about 54,000 sets. And I guess I made a YouTube account to share my love for the game.”

 As he further explained who he was, he was interrupted by Francis making snoring noises. “Huh? Oh... I’m sorry. I was just so unbelievably bored with your life story.”

 “B-But...”   “Anyway. To get to know why you are here. Today, Jake will serve as a sacrificial lamb of sorts.”   Sacrificial lamb? Jake didn’t like the sound of that. Not at all.

Francis let the suspense hang in the air a little longer before starting to speak again.

“He will be a sacrifice for my gullet.”   “W-what?” Jake tried to back away, but Francis was faster. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”  

Francis chuckled. “Deal? Bitch, I’m Francis Foghorn! I don’t do deals!”  

Before Jake could protest, Francis’ mouth cracked open as wide as a snake and engulfed Jake’s head. The Lego YouTuber tried to pull back, but Francis was surprisingly stronger. Francis’ invasive tongue rolled on Jake’s face and lathered it with thick layers of spit. Jake’s eyes were forced shut as Francis started to swallow. The rings of his esophagus clamped around Jake’s neck as his head was directed toward the back of his throat. While this happened, the comments started to flood in ranging from horrified reactions like “WTF is going on” to morbid curiosity at seeing a live person go down.  

The perverse YouTuber stood over Jake and grabbed him by the shoulders and anchored his jaws to better get a grip of them. Now it made any form of escape even more difficult for the smaller man. Francis gave an exaggerated moan of pleasure at the flavor radiating from Jake. If this proved to be a huge success, he’d have to do this again. Saliva rolled down Jake’s shirt and pooled on the floor. The copious amounts of spit seeped through his clothes and caressed Jake’s bare body, bringing a chill down his spine.   Jake’s head breaks through the sphincter of Francis’ stomach and squelches against the reddish-pink walls. Tight muscles dragged Jake deeper into Francis’ core, forcing him into a tight ball.

The tip of Francis’ tongue peeked underneath his shirt and slowly worked its way up. His abs were assaulted as was his belly button. By the time that Francis was teasingly flicking his nipples, he had completely slipped Jake’s shirt off and tossed it aside in an apathetic heap.  

Francis continued to work his way down. Now with his special guest halfway down his gullet, he relaxed his grip and began unbuckling Jake. Stripping the young man of his pants beside his white undies, he remorselessly tosses them on top of the soiled shirt. Inside, Jake was being stacked like pancakes, suspended upside down, and his sense of survival was quickly wearing him out. Francis’ belly began to enlarge to accommodate its occupant, jostling between his upper thighs.   He swiftly eats his way around Jake’s crotch and pelvis.

Jake tried kicking and thrashing as much as he could, but Francis anticipated this and dodged the blows. Francis salivated at how doughy and thick Jake’s thighs were before sending them down to meet their maker. Francis then closed his mouth around Jake’s socked feet and swallowed for the last time. Francis traces the bulge with his finger and closes his eyes to savor Jake’s taste.  

“BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPP!”  

Strings of saliva fly out of Francis’ mouth and splatter the screen.   “Ah... that hit the spot.”   Francis collapsed into his chair and pat his enormous mound of fat. Looking at the screen, Francis’ smirk widened: hundreds of people were now viewing his livestream. Sputtering small burps, Francis immediately seizes the moment. “Let’s see how long it takes to digest this fool.”

***

On the inside, Jake continued to struggle to no avail. Slime started to coat his body as Francis’ stomach growled ominously. As the views continued to come in, Francis raised his shirt and waved his middle finger in the air while wagging his tongue around. “How's that for a money shot, you sick fucks?! Gotta give the people what they want, right?”

  He pushed his kicking belly further into the camera to give a better glimpse of his victim’s plight. Imprints and curves of Jake’s flailing form erupted underneath Francis’ taut skin. His screaming was very audible, but he was gaining no sympathy from the viewers. “So whaddya think, meatheads? Ever seen a live digestion before? Pretty fuckin' metal, eh?”  

Francis rubs circles on the circumference of his belly, tilting his glasses to give lewd winks to his audience. He rubs and kneads his belly completely indifferent to Jake’s suffering. On the inside, Jake became completely submerged in stomach acid and melted into more food for the deranged YouTuber to greedily glut himself on. “I know; let's play a game.”   He started to probe his gut for any signs of life. “Let’s see if we can guess what part of Jake is currently churning away in my guts. Anyone who guesses right wins a price!”   He shuffled around, sloshing and wet squelches being captivatingly audible, until he felt something firm. “Hm... feels long. Must be Jake’s femur bone.”   He looked down at his screen and saw a few guesses. “Ah! Billy35! Correct guess. I’ll give you your price... this sucker’s bleached skull, lol!”   A low, meaty belch rolled out of Francis’s lips. “Okay, what else...”  

CRUNCH  

A loud crack rings out initially, startling Francis. “Woops. Looks like my belly pulverized that fool.”

He continued playing the game, poking and prodding around in one instance, believing he could feel his broken ribs. The game lasted about two hours; the comments and money continue to pile in.

[stillfoodforguys]

I’ve watched my pred roommate swallow a guy plenty of times now. Whether it was grabbing some poor chump of the street when he was starving, or single-minded prey coming over to willingly offer themselves as a snack, I was always slightly curious about what they must be thinking when they’re sliding down his throat. He gave a very expected response when I admitted this to him, excited to help me learn what it was like.

“You know, if you wanna know how it feels, I could gulp you down and let you out later?” I wasn’t too keen on how he suspiciously licked his lips, but I still agreed to go through with it. My roommate brought me to the sofa and sat me atop his lap, taking hold of my wrists to drag my hands into his mouth. At first he kept his throat muscles nice and relaxed, my arms slowly being encased in his soft, slick flesh as he pulled them past his lips. I was looking forward to being swallowed fully, assuming it was going to be this sensual the whole way down.

But when his instinctual hunger kicked in and he took his first proper gulp, I realised that wouldn’t be the case. The grip of his gullet tightened and my upper body was suddenly plunged into the dark tunnel, much deeper than I was ready for. Every gulp caused an intense, crushing ache as my body was sucked deeper, followed by a moment of brief respite before the next, where I could feel his saliva and beads of my sweat trickling down me.

After most of me had been packed tightly into his gut, I twitched and moaned at the striking sensation of his tongue running across the soles of my feet. Maybe he’d been tasting me the whole time and I was too distracted by the pain of being swallowed, but it was much more noticeable when he was savouring such a sensitive part of me. After having enough fun, he gulped one last time and sealed me inside the steamy chamber of his stomach. He rubbed his full, swollen belly while teasing me about how tasty I was.

“Mmm… well that was enjoyable for me, how are you finding it so far?” I had wished for a more pleasurable experience, but my body was still in mild pain from being squeezed by his internal muscles. There also wasn’t much chance to rest in his stomach, as its hot, slimy walls pulsated against me from every angle. I thumped my fist against the inside of his gut and asked to be let out, but he just laughed and shook his belly up and down a few times. “Aww come on, you wanted to know exactly what my prey feels, right? Digestion is part of that, and I don’t want you to miss out!”

That was when I truly knew what it was like to become my roommate’s prey, feeling the same panic and fear during my final moments before his gut would start to churn me up.

[crimsonwalker]

Backyard Cleanup

The sun was beating down on the backyard as Jake stood bent over, jeans and underwear pulled down around his thighs, ass pushed out. Sweat glistened on his muscular back while he grunted, knees slightly bent over the shallow hole he’d dug earlier.

It had started yesterday afternoon.

His annoying neighbor, Kyle — that nosy, scrawny little shit who always complained about Jake’s music and parties — had finally pushed him too far. When Kyle came over yelling about “noise pollution” again, Jake had snapped. He grabbed the smaller man by the collar, dragged him inside, and swallowed him alive right there in the living room.

Kyle had put up a decent fight for his size. He’d kicked, squirmed, and cursed the entire way down, but that only made the swallows more satisfying. Jake still remembered the way Kyle’s head had bulged out his throat, followed by the heavy, sloshing drop as the rest of him landed in his stomach. By the time Jake’s belly was round and full, Kyle was just a writhing, shouting lump.

Jake had spent the rest of the day relaxing, rubbing his gut, feeling Kyle slowly break down. The digestion had been loud and aggressive. Hours of deep gurgles, churns, and occasional desperate struggles as his powerful stomach turned the loudmouth neighbor into thick sludge.

Now, the next morning, it was time to let what remained of Kyle out.

“Fuck… here it comes,” Jake grunted, spreading his legs a little wider.

He pushed hard. A long, wet fart ripped out first, followed by the heavy plop… plop… splat of the first thick logs hitting the dirt. Jake’s face tightened with effort and relief as he kept pushing. What used to be Kyle — now just dark, smooth waste mixed with scraps of clothing and a couple of small, unrecognizable bone fragments — slid out of him in heavy coils.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Kyle,” Jake muttered with a smirk, breathing heavily. “All that bitching… and now you’re just shit in my backyard.”

Another firm push sent a thicker log tumbling down, followed by a wet splat. Jake reached back and spread one cheek, feeling the last of his former neighbor slide out. His stomach had shrunk significantly overnight, but he still had a nice, soft paunch left — the perfect reminder of the extra protein he’d packed away.

Once he was finished, Jake straightened up, pulled his jeans back over his hips, and looked down into the hole with a satisfied expression. What remained of Kyle was now just a steaming pile of waste baking in the morning sun.

Jake grabbed the shovel leaning against the tree, casually scooped some dirt over the mess, and patted it down.

“Should’ve been a better neighbor, dude,” he chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. “At least you made good fertilizer.”

He adjusted his cap, gave his softened gut one last pat, and headed back toward the house like it was just another normal morning.

[crimsonwalker]

Too Full

The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.

He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.

“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”

That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.

The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”

Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.

“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.

Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.

Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.

“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”

For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.

But then the indigestion hit.

Hard.

A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.

“Urrrp— oh shit…”

His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.

Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.

“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”

His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.

“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”

He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.

"You're gonna be a bitch coming out, I just know it...."

[crimsonwalker]

Late Night Study Snack

Ethan sat shirtless in his gaming chair, the soft glow of his laptop screen lighting up his toned chest and the slight curve of his belly. He was supposed to be studying for finals, but his focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.

His roommate, Liam, had made the mistake of coming into his room complaining about how loud Ethan’s music was while he was “trying to focus.”

Now Liam was halfway down Ethan’s throat.

GLUUURK.

Ethan’s eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as he swallowed again, one hand casually resting on his swelling stomach while the other scrolled through his notes. Liam’s head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethan’s neck that smoothly traveled downward.

“Mmmph—!?” Liam’s muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethan’s chest.

“Bro, chill out,” Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. “You’re the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.”

He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liam’s torso slid deeper, stretching Ethan’s throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethan’s belly surged outward, rounding nicely as more of his roommate packed inside. The laptop rested comfortably on top of the growing gut as it expanded.

Ethan let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his swelling stomach in slow circles while Liam kicked and squirmed inside. The clear outlines of elbows and knees pushed outward against the smooth skin of his belly before being pressed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

“Fuck… you’re actually pretty filling,” Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. “Keep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.”

His stomach gurgled loudly as it worked on claiming its meal. Ethan adjusted the laptop slightly higher on his rounded gut and continued typing, occasionally pausing to rub or slap the heavy, squirming orb in his lap.

Liam’s struggles were getting weaker by the minute. The acids were rising fast, turning the once-annoying roommate into nothing more than extra padding and nutrients.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand gently cradling the underside of his full, gurgling belly. He let out a long, deep belch that echoed in the quiet room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.”

He glanced down at his noticeably larger stomach with a satisfied smirk, gave it one last affectionate rub, and went back to studying like nothing had happened.

By the time he finished his assignment, Liam would be long gone — just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethan’s physique and some extra gas he’d have to deal with later.

Ethan smiled to himself, patting the heavy dome resting on his lap.

[aceobserver]

(source unknown)

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.

--

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.

--

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.

--

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.

[universallycolorfestival]

[eatmecoward]

This wasn't at all how I expected studying abroad to go. I was expecting to have a wonderful time in a different country, meeting new people and experiences new cultures, but instead I'm currently digesting inside the stomach of some man probably more than twice my age.

I'd just wanted to blow of some steam and hook up with some hot, fat daddy, and to my delight there was one nearby that seemed interested. I went to his flat and we got to making out while I rubbed his belly. Eventually I ended up with his gut pressed against my back and his load dripping from my ass. I was just catching my breath when I heard his stomach rumbling against me.

Before I knew it, my head was squeezing down the tight passage of his throat and my arms were pinned to my sides by my hook-up. It was hot and tight and smelled rancid. He continued to swallow me down until eventually I was crammed into a tight sack and forced to curl up. My captor let out an earth-shattering belch, forcing some of my air out of his stomach and causing the walls to contract around me tightly. I could feel myself slowly slipping away as his stomach acids began to melt me away like a hunk of meat.

My movements slowly died down, and my former hook-up rubbed over his massively bloated gut, enjoying the high of snuffing out that cute American college student...

[lavengercrimson]

[hungryandveryhorny]

That's the look of a pred who regrets eating his hookup.

For the couple of months leading up to last night, Aaron and another man (his name doesn't matter anymore) had been casually fucking and going on dates. With time, things got more serious, and it reaching a point where Aaron had two options: make it official, or end things. Aaron knew he couldn't sustain a real relationship - that just wasn't his style. (All his previous boyfriends had ended up dissolving in his vicious gut.) So, he had to end things, and naturally, that meant sending his hookup down the hatch. So last night, after hours of making out and fucking, Aaron finally had the guy packed away behind his abs. Not even five minutes later, he was falling asleep to the muffled shouts of the man, stuffed in his bulging abdomen.

When Aaron woke this morning, his belly was only slightly swelled. Listening to the gentle, satisfied groans of his stomach, he began to miss the man he'd swallowed. But a pred can only regret so much. One look at his own body, and Aaron knew this was what his old hookup was always meant to be. It's what every man who catches Aaron's attention is meant to be.

[crimsonwalker]

The Water Boy's Fate

The locker room smelled like sweat, turf, and cheap body spray, the kind of thick, masculine funk that clung to everything after a brutal Friday practice. Most of the team had already cleared out—showering, laughing, slapping towels at each other on their way to the parking lot. Only a few stragglers remained, and the waterboy, twenty-year-old Ethan, was doing what he always did: quietly wiping down the benches, restocking the cooler, and trying not to get in anyone’s way.

He was small for a college guy—lean, wiry, barely 5’6”—with messy brown hair and wide, nervous eyes that never quite met anyone’s gaze for long. The players liked him well enough. He was reliable. Quiet. Easy to overlook. Easy to forget about once the adrenaline of the game wore off.

But not tonight.

The heavy metal door to the showers clanged shut, and the last voice faded down the hall. Ethan bent over to pick up a stray water bottle when a low, rumbling voice cut through the silence behind him.

“Hey, waterboy.”

Ethan straightened fast, nearly dropping the bottle. There, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed over a broad, still-damp chest, was Marcus “Mace” Harley—senior linebacker, 6’4”, two-hundred-and-eighty pounds of pure, sculpted muscle. A white towel hung dangerously low on his hips, doing nothing to hide the heavy bulge beneath it or the way his abs flexed with every breath.

“Uh—hey, Mace,” Ethan stammered, forcing a polite smile. “Need something? I think I still have some Gatorade in the cooler if—”

Mace’s lips curled into a slow, hungry smirk. “Nah. Not thirsty.” His dark eyes dragged over Ethan’s smaller frame like he was sizing up a steak. “Just… hungry.”

Ethan blinked. “I—I can run and grab you a protein bar from the—”

Before he could finish, Mace pushed off the lockers and closed the distance in two long strides. The air between them thickened. Ethan’s back hit the cold metal of the lockers with a soft thud as the bigger man loomed over him, one massive hand planting itself beside his head, caging him in.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Mace’s voice dropped to a low growl, warm breath ghosting over Ethan’s face. “Been watching you all season, little man. Running around in those tight shorts, bending over, fetching shit for us. Makes a guy think… maybe there’s something better you could be doing with that mouth.”

Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribs. “Mace, c’mon, this isn’t funny—”

“It’s not a joke.” Mace’s free hand came up, fingers brushing Ethan’s cheek almost gently—before sliding down to grip the back of his neck. “I’m starving. And you? You’re the perfect little snack.”

Ethan barely had time to gasp before Mace’s mouth opened impossibly wide.

The first swallow was wet, hot, and overwhelming.

Mace’s lips stretched around Ethan’s head like warm, slick rubber, the inside of his mouth impossibly humid and tasting faintly of mint from the gum he’d been chewing earlier. Ethan’s world went dark as the linebacker’s tongue curled under his chin, lapping greedily, tasting the salt of his skin. A deep, satisfied groan vibrated around him—GLLLRK—and Ethan’s shoulders slipped past those hungry lips with a wet squelch.

“Mace—fuck—stop!” Ethan’s muffled cry was cut off as the bigger man tilted his head back, gravity helping the next powerful gulp. Ethan’s arms were pinned to his sides now, his torso sliding deeper into the tight, rippling tunnel of Mace’s throat. The heat was unbearable, the muscles squeezing and massaging him downward in rhythmic, greedy pulses. GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUUURK.

Mace’s hands roamed over Ethan’s kicking legs, not to pull him free—but to shove him deeper. Strong fingers gripped the waterboy’s ass, kneading the firm cheeks through his shorts as he swallowed again, harder this time. Ethan’s hips disappeared with a loud, obscene SCHLORP, his bulge briefly outlined against the inside of Mace’s throat before another swallow dragged it down.

The linebacker’s belly was already starting to swell, rounding out heavily under his abs as Ethan’s upper body curled inside the churning sac. Mace let out a long, guttural moan of pleasure, one hand rubbing slow circles over the growing dome of his gut while the other kept feeding more of the smaller man inside.

“Fuuuuck… that’s it,” Mace growled around the mouthful, voice thick and muffled. “Slide down, waterboy. Been waiting all season for this.”

Ethan’s legs thrashed wildly in the air now, sneakers kicking uselessly as the final swallows claimed them. GLUUURK… GLUUURK… Mace’s throat bulged obscenely with the shape of Ethan’s calves, then his feet, until finally—with one last, wet, triumphant gulp—those twitching sneakers vanished between his lips. The bulge in his throat smoothed out, dropping heavily into the massive, sagging belly that now hung low and round between his powerful thighs.

Mace staggered back a step, both hands cradling the enormous, squirming orb of his gut. It gurgled loudly, sloshing and churning as Ethan thrashed inside, the clear outline of knees, elbows, and a screaming face pressing outward against the taut, dark skin.

“Holy shit…” Mace panted, grinning wide as he gave his belly a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, the contents sloshing. “You feel even better than I imagined. All that squirming… fuck, keep it up, snack. Gonna digest you nice and slow.”

He waddled over to the bench, the heavy gut swaying and gurgling with every step, and sat down with a groan. The wood creaked under his weight. Inside, Ethan was curled tight in the sweltering, acid-filled chamber, the walls already starting to squeeze and knead him mercilessly. Thick, tingling slime coated every inch of his body as the stomach acids rose higher, bubbling and fizzing against his skin.

Mace leaned back, one hand lazily stroking the taut curve of his belly while the other slipped under the towel to lazily stroke his thick, hardening cock. “Mmm… yeah. You’re mine now, waterboy. Just a bellyful of meat for good ol' Mace.”

The gurgling grew louder. The struggles inside grew weaker, slower, more desperate as the acids rose. Mace’s gut rounded out even more, smoothing slightly as the powerful digestive juices did their work. He belched loudly—BUUUUURRRRP—and a small, soggy sneaker flew out of his mouth, landing with a wet splat on the tile floor.

“Oops,” he chuckled, patting the softening dome. “Guess you won’t be needing these anymore.”

An hour later, the locker room was silent except for the occasional wet glorp and blorp from Mace’s now much softer, sagging gut. Ethan was long gone—reduced to thick, nutrient-rich sludge sloshing inside the linebacker’s powerful stomach.

Mace stood up slowly, stretching with a satisfied groan. His belly had shrunk considerably, now hanging as a soft, heavy paunch that still let out the occasional bubbly churn. He gave it a firm squeeze, feeling the last solid bits break down.

“Time to let you out, waterboy,” he muttered, smirking as he headed toward the bathroom stalls at the far end of the locker room. He dropped the towel completely, his thick cock half-hard again at the thought.

Sitting down on the cold toilet seat, Mace relaxed, one hand still idly rubbing the last bit of pudge on his middle. A low, wet frrrrt echoed in the stall, followed by the heavy, satisfying plop… plop… plrrrrrt of what remained of Ethan finally sliding out.

“Fuck yeah,” Mace grunted, pushing. “That’s all you are now. Just a big, fat load of shit and some extra padding on my ass.”

He wiped, flushed, and stood up, admiring the way his glutes had thickened just a little more, the way his abs were still hidden under a soft layer of new belly fat that jiggled when he walked. The waterboy was gone—nothing left but a faint bulge in the linebacker’s gut and a memory that would make practice a lot more interesting from now on.

Mace smirked at his reflection in the mirror as he pulled his shorts back on.

“See you around, waterboy… or what’s left of you.”

[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.

[ill-eat-your-boyfriend]

I finally had enough of that cocky football asshole last night. He had been terrorizing our water polo team for weeks, swallowing a few of the guys and proudly shitting them out right in our pool like it was some kind of joke. At the frat party, we were both hammered after way too many rounds of beer pong. He was talking his usual shit, flexing and calling us pool boys, when I just grabbed his head and forced it down my throat.

The swallow was awkward as hell with all the beer in us. He was drunk and sloppy, half-fighting and half-laughing, slurring a muffled voice in my throat, something like “what the fuck, freshman, you can’t handle this” while I struggled to get his wide shoulders down. The boys around the table were cheering and yelling, “Go for it, bro,” and “Dump that fucker.” Took forever, but I finally forced all 300 pounds of him down. My gut ballooned out huge, practically dwarfing me. I passed out right there next to the beer pong table.

My best friend shook me awake late this morning. He was rocking his own fat, bloated gut. The second I sat up, a massive booming fart ripped out of my cheeks, vibrating the floor for at least a minute. “Fuck, bro... he’s coming out right now,” I groaned. My friend laughed and said, “Same here, man, I got one of the lacrosse guys last night!" The house is absolutely destroyed, there are shit piles everywhere, packed with skulls and whole skeletons, truly a "shitty" afterparty.

He helped me up, and we stumbled to the bathroom. I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet while he squatted over the edge of the bathtub. We both started pushing hard at the same time. Long wet farts filled the room as thick heavy logs started sliding out, stretching our holes wide. I was grunting loudly while the football player’s remains crackled and dropped into the bowl. “God damn, he’s thick...” I moaned. My bro was struggling next to me, pushing out his lacrosse guy into the tub. We were both rock hard, unknowingly jerking ourselves off while we kept shitting. The smells, the sounds, the feeling, watching each other push out these massive logs had us grinning like idiots the whole time.

I came first, shooting hard while that football fucks skull finally stretched me to the max and dropped into the overflowing toilet with a heavy thud. My bro finished right after, moaning loud as he filled half the bathtub.

Once we were both empty, I looked over at the disaster in the bowl, the football player’s skull sitting right on top of the pile like a trophy. I grinned at my friend and said, “Bro, take a pic of this for me. Gotta remember my first college meal.” He laughed and snapped this shot of me while I smiled hard, and I threw up the double thumbs.

That pic went viral across the university’s socials. Guess I’m the new unofficial freshman mascot now. Already packing on the freshman 15 from all the protein. Feels fucking good, man.

[crimsonwalker]

Barracks Prank Gone...Right?

Private Ryan “Rye” Sawyer sat on the toilet in the base latrine with a big, shit-eating grin plastered across his face. His camouflage jacket was unbuttoned and hanging open, dog tags resting against his bare chest, and his pants were bunched around his combat boots. The tiled bathroom echoed with the occasional wet plop and deep, satisfied gurgles coming from his gut.

Just a few hours earlier, the barracks had been dead quiet. Most of the platoon was out on night training. Only two people remained: Rye and the cocky new private, Kyle — the loud-mouthed pretty boy who’d been talking shit about the senior soldiers since the day he arrived.

Rye had decided it was time for a little “welcome prank.”

He’d waited until Kyle was alone in the bay, then ambushed him with a playful headlock that quickly turned into something much hungrier. Before Kyle could even yell for help, Rye’s mouth had stretched impossibly wide and the smaller soldier’s head was sliding down his throat with a wet GLUUURK.

The rest had gone exactly as planned.

Rye had swallowed Kyle alive, right there between the bunks, his camouflage-clad belly swelling massively as the struggling private slid down into his stomach. He’d rubbed and slapped that bulging gut the entire walk to the bathroom, laughing at every muffled protest vibrating through his stretched skin.

Now here he was — perched on the toilet, legs spread wide in his combat boots, face flushed with pleasure as he pushed.

“Fuuuuck yeah…” Rye groaned, tilting his head back with a lazy smile. “You’re coming out a lot easier than you went in, Kyle.”

Another heavy plrrrt echoed through the stall as the first thick, solid log slid out of him — all that remained of the arrogant new guy. Rye chuckled darkly, one hand lazily rubbing the now much softer, rounded paunch hanging over his thighs.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, recruit. Thought you were hot shit, huh? Now you’re just hot shit.”

He flexed and pushed again. A wet splat followed by another long, smooth coil. The remains of Kyle’s uniform — a few torn shreds of camo fabric and a mangled dog tag — were visible in the mess dropping into the bowl. Rye let out a long, rumbling belch that tasted faintly of protein shake and fear.

“Should’ve seen your face when I told you it wasn’t a prank,” he laughed, voice echoing off the tiles. “You really believed I was just messing around right up until your boots disappeared.”

Rye sat there for a few more minutes, casually scrolling on his phone while his powerful bowels finished their work. Every few seconds another heavy plop landed below. His gut had shrunk dramatically — now just a soft, jiggly layer of new fat sitting comfortably on his frame.

Finally, he gave one last firm push. The final remains of Private Kyle slid out with a wet splat.

Rye wiped, stood up, and looked down into the toilet with a satisfied smirk. What used to be a loud, annoying soldier was now just a thick pile of waste, a couple of ruined dog tags, and some extra padding on a superior’s ass.

He flushed once… twice… then gave his newly softened gut a proud pat.

“Welcome to the unit, bitch. Hope you enjoyed your short stay.”

Rye pulled his pants back up, fastened his belt, and walked out of the latrine whistling like nothing had happened. Just another quiet night in the barracks.

Tomorrow morning, when the platoon asked where Kyle disappeared to, Rye would just shrug with that same cocky grin.

“Beats me. Kid probably went AWOL.”