I’ve heard of fast preds, guys who can fully digest someone in a matter of hours, but I guess I’m a slow one. I’ve been plateauing in the gym lately and figured a foray into vore would help me up my calories, but this isn’t what I expected.
After I tanked my first helpless gym snack he didn’t fight for very long, and my belly slushed him pretty quickly. What I didn’t expect was that two days later I’d still be a burping bloated mess with a gut full of heavy meat sludge. All my clothes are too tight and I slosh with every step. It’s been going down slowly though. I also didn’t think I’d make such good use of his meat- with every inch my belly recedes it’s like an inch is added to my arms and chest.
I guess I could’ve expected this. How many calories are in a twink anyway? I’m not complaining though. Other than the surprised stares of strangers at my barely concealed gut, and the frequent and awkward mid-sentence belches, this whole thing was amazing. I’m just getting impatient. It’s probably going to take a whole week for me to fully finish this guy. I mean, I’d like to clear some room for the next occupant soon.
“Wow he’s really in there! That’s crazy I’ve never seen that before.” The scrawny man sitting next to me jiggled the firm mass in my stomach. “YOU ALRIGHT BABE?” He shouted at my abdomen. A handprint on my belly and a reply too muffled to make out confirmed his consciousness. He skinny guy continued to press and knead my stomach, obviously aroused. I quick bounce of my pecs brought his attention to me, and I asked him, “So why did you hire me to eat your boyfriend and not just you? Seems like you want in here too.”
He looked at me nervously, “Uhh well, you see, I thought about that at first. I mean that’s why I started looking at preds for hire. But it’s not like customers can post video reviews or anything. So I wanted to see what it was like person before doing it myself.”
“Smart man” I replied, “but now lemme ask you another question. Having seen what I get up to, what turns you on more:,” His eyes widened. “The thought of being eaten, or the thought that I’m so powerful I can subdue a whole man and trap him in my gut for as long as I like? You can stop trying to hide your boner, it’s fine”
“The…the power” he said, almost in a whisper, equal parts embarrassed, nervous, and aroused.
“Good boy. So I’ll offer you a trade. You get to come with me, and worship me up and down whenever I scarf down a guy off the clock.”
“And in return?” He said
“I get him,” I said pointing to my belly.
He looked at me incredulously and wordless nodded.
“Gooood boyy,” I purred. I pulled him closer and flipped him over, pressing his now-ex-boyfriend into the small of his back and I spread his cheeks.
"Have I seen your friend? Dunno what does he look like?" The big shirtless stranger asks you whilst his stomach lets out several noisy gurgles. You awkwardly describe your missing friend, who'd gone to the bathroom almost half an hour ago.
"Oh yeah I saw him!" He says, placing a hand on his round belly. You can't help but feel a little intimidated by his enthusiastic response. He lets out a deep UUUURP that you feel vibrating in your chest as it fills the room with a familiar scent you just can't place your finger on.
"Yeah he came into the bathroom a while back. He had a look about him that was just so delicious!" He says, smiling and rubbing his hairy belly even more. Suddenly, you hear a strange groaning sound, almost like a trapped animal begging to be released. The most unnerving thing is that it appears to be coming directly from the stranger's gut.
"Oh don't worry about that!" He says, chuckling. "Just my lunch. In fact, why don't you give it a rub, help things go down a little bit quicker." You feel yourself move towards the huge belly, unable to stop yourself as your hands make contact with the hairy orb before you. As you rub the stranger's noisy belly he lets out a few more burps, which smell suspiciously like your friend's aftershave.
After a few minutes of rubbing you feel his belly kick up a storm, distending and almost thrashing beneath your hands. It sounds as though it's screaming, begging to be let go but all you can do is continue rubbing. Moments later rubbing becomes kissing, licking, worshipping this powerful gut before you.
"Wow, you're a good little worshipper aren't you?" He says happily. You feel the storm inside him finally die down as he lets out a final slimy BOUUUUUURP that echoes throughout the room. "And there goes your friend! Looks like you finished him off. Who knows, if you're lucky you'll get to join him one day; for now though I'll keep you around to help keep my future meals down, you're just the little helper I need." He says, shaking his sloshy belly. He walks out of the bathroom and you follow instinctively, you've got a strange feeling you're going to be spending a lot more time with this handsome stranger.
Outside the rain poured and thunder shook the windows to their core, no safety could be found. Inside, Mickey stood there, ignorant that he was in even more danger. Alex, a seemingly kindly stranger, had invited him in under the pretence of helping Mickey find shelter from the storm, which had already claimed lives in their quiet town. Phone signals were down, most houses had no power and connection with the outside world was impossible. He may as well be a million miles from civilisation as he sat there on Alex's sofa.
“Thank you so much for your help.” Mickey said, still getting his bearings. He was still soaked, cold and tired so he hadn’t quite come back to his senses.
“No problem!” Alex’s friendly voice responded. “It’s not safe out there, what were you even doing in that rain?!” He asked, passing Mickey a hot coffee that he clasped with both hands.
“Walking home from work. The storm cut the train lines, so I had to walk myself, dangerous I know but I didn’t fancy camping out in the office” Mickey laughed. Alex sat next to him, and Mickey got his first proper look at his ‘saviour.’ He looked back at Mickey with a handsome, smiling face and light blue eyes. His blonde, curly hair bounced a little when he spoke. Mickey was almost hypnotised by him, Alex’s face just felt so… trustworthy. He wanted to be closer. “You’re just delirious” he thought to himself. The cold must’ve fried his brain a little, and anyone would feel like this right now after coming in from such a freezing storm. But he just couldn’t shake the feeling, all he could do was try to ignore it.
“Coffee good?” Alex asked as Mickey took a sip. “Yeah, it’s so soothing!” He responded. “I’m glad, although you still look cold” Alex said, putting his hand on Mickey’s arm. The hand was warm and comforting, the simple touch made heat seem to radiate throughout Mickey. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Alex. The heat seemed to explode within Mickey, almost bringing him back to reality. Once he realised what he was doing he pulled away and blushed.
“Sorry.” He said, embarrassed. “Hey, don’t worry about it!” Alex said, smiling back at him. “You still feel cold, though.” Alex was right, after pulling away Mickey seemed to go back to freezing. “I know where you’ll be nice and warm though… and safe” Alex said, gesturing towards his stomach. Mickey was stunned, he knew what Alex was hinting at but couldn't quite wrap his head around it. Either way though, he knew Alex was right, he imagined the warm insides of Alex’s stomach hugging and soothing him, like a hot bath.
“You’re… You’re right.” Mickey whispered after a moment of silence. Alex smiled and licked his soft, shiny lips while looking at Mickey. As he did, his prey heard the rumbling of his stomach, now aware that it was about to receive a new meal. Alex moved closer to Mickey, before their lips once again met. The kiss seemed to warm Mickey again, who felt his body come back to life at once. Alex held onto him tight, and Mickey started stripping down from his wet clothes. His skin was still cold, but this didn’t bother Alex, who was only concentrated on the act he was about to perform.
Once Mickey was completely naked, cock bouncing in the air, Alex felt himself start to salivate. He broke the kiss and the chill immediately returned to Mickey’s body. Alex smiled at his meal as he got one last look from him. The colour had returned to his previously pale, almost frozen face and he looked back at Alex with anticipation, waiting to be swallowed and encapsulated by Alex’s warmth.
After putting his hands on the back of Mickey’s head and taking a deep breath, Alex opened his mouth and moved towards his prey. Mickey was in awe; all he could do was watch as Alex unhinged his jaw and his mouth descended on him whilst clasping the back of his head. His heart pumped faster as the darkness got closer, until it finally made contact and his face he collided with Alex’s warm, wet tongue.
Mickey felt Alex’s hot breath surround his face as he was pulled further in. Once it was completely engulfed, Alex let go of the back of Mickey’s head and let him slide further in. He didn’t really need to grab the back of his head though; Mickey was more than willing to slide inside. He still wasn’t completely aware at how all this was possible, but he didn’t care anymore. All Mickey could think about were the warm depths of Alex’s stomach, like a hot spring found in an ice field. The whole ordeal was also a treat for both Mickey and Alex’s cocks, Mickey’s bounced freely in the air and dripped precum all over Alex, who was still fully clothed in a white hoodie and joggers. He could feel his cock stiffening in his trousers, though, as they always did when he was taking in a new prey. He felt the rush all through his body as he continued to eat Mickey, who by now was up to his belly, causing Alex’s throat to expand as he slid down it. Mickey tasted amazing, too. He might’ve been a little cold, but he still had a rich, salty flavour that danced around Alex’s tastebuds and only made him more eager to cram Mickey into his belly.
Alex’s stomach rumbled with anticipation, almost as if it was calling out to its meal, who eagerly got closer. His mouth continued to salivate, lathering up his prey and allowing him an easy passage down his throat. Soon enough Mickey’s stiff cock made contact with Alex’s mouth. Mickey moaned aloud as it did, which Alex could hear from his chest. Alex’s tongue danced around Mickey’s rock-hard member, teasing and sucking it whilst Alex’s food writhed and twitched with pleasure whilst his legs hung outside his mouth in the air. Soon moans turned to screams of pleasure as Mickey came in Alex’s mouth, cum sliding down his throat along with the human being in his maw.
As Mickey’s hips entered Alex’s mouth, he felt his stomach begin to open up to accommodate its new food. His belly started to expand and distend as more of Mickey was pushed into it, and he felt his hoodie begin to tighten underneath the orb that was expanding on his midsection. He stood up so gravity would let the rest of Mickey slide down into his body easily, sealing the man inside Alex’s stomach. As his mouth closed and he gave a final swallow, Alex let out a mean Booooooourp that managed to drown out the deafening thunder that was rumbling outside. The burp tasted of Mickey’s rich delicate skin and salty cum, and then Alex slumped back down on the sofa and let out a satisfied sigh.
“See? I told you you’d be – uurp – comfortable and warm in there!” He said to his stomach. Inside Mickey had slumped into the most comfortable position he could. He sat in Alex’s belly, leaning against the slimy fleshy walls in a bath of stomach acid that went up to his hips. It was like a soothing sauna in the middle of a snowy night. He went to respond but was cut off by another loud OUUUUUUUUUURP that made the walls of his fleshy home vibrate and hug him a little tighter. Somehow that, paired with the heat, finally brought Mickey back to reality. He was no longer cold at all, in fact he was getting warm, too warm. He didn’t like this anymore. He was in Alex’s stomach, and he suddenly realised that if he didn’t get out soon it might start doing its job.
“Well… thanks for warming me up but I think I’m ready to get out now.” Mickey said, laughing nervously as he felt Alex rubbing and prodding his belly from the outside. What he got in response filled Mickey with dread. “Let you out? What do you mean?” Alex’s voice echoed throughout his stomach and the words bounced off the thick walls and into Mickey’s head several times over. “I can’t just let you out, and besides why would I want to? You feel great in there!” Alex laughed, which prompted another slimy UUURP.
“But… you can’t just leave me here! What am I supposed to do when your body starts digesting me?!” Mickey asked, his heart rate rising. He was really starting to panic. His heart rate was increasing, and he was squirming about in the uncomfortable heat. If Alex’s stomach was better lit, he’d also be able to see his skin starting to turn pink in the bath of stomach acid. “Well preferably you’ll keep squirming like that. Feels amazing!”
“This isn’t funny! I want out!” Mickey shouted. “You’re right. It’s not funny, I’m digesting you, what the fuck did you think was going to happen when I invited you into my belly? You did this to yourself.”
“You said it’d be warm and safe!” Mickey screamed, feeling betrayed and stupid. “And it is warm, isn’t it? Warm and safe from the storm. Doesn’t mean you’re safe from my body though!” Alex let out a loud laugh, that ended in another deafening belch. Once the noise had cleared Mickey realised that the heat was still rising in Alex’s belly, he was sweating heavily, and the air was acrid and stuffy. His voice had become hoarse by the digestive fumes that were slowly dissolving him inside and out.
He still had the energy to struggle though. He punched and kicked frantically on the walls of his fleshy prison and tried to find some way out in vain. This only succeeded in Making Alex happier though. He admired his huge belly, that was squirming and weighing him down. Pulling his joggers down he reached for his cock which was still rock hard and started pumping. The movements from Mickey made his entire body tremble with pleasure, and his cock felt like a volcano about to erupt all over his round belly. Moments later Alex was screaming in pleasure whilst Mickey was screaming hoarsely with fear. Cum shot out of his thick cock and landed on his belly, the sofa, and Alex could’ve sworn some hit the roof but he was too tired to see it at this point. Digesting an entire person was exhausting work.
“I’m gonna get some sleep, Mickey. I suggest you do too if you don’t want it to be too painful.” Alex yawned. He sat back and felt his eyes get heavy, the sound of the rain outside and the squirms from Mickey inside slowly lulled Alex to sleep and soon enough he was snoozing happily on the sofa.
When he awoke a few hours later the rain had almost stopped. A light shower outside was still going on but the storm was very much over, and so was Mickey. No more movement came from Alex’s belly, whatever was left of his meal was shifting through Alex’s body as he stood up and went to admire himself in the mirror. His belly, which had gone down but was still noticeably rounder than before, took up a fair portion of Alex’s view.
“Thanks for that Mickey” he said to himself in the mirror. “Looks like you were just another life claimed by the storm.” Alex laughed, slapping his gut, which jiggled a little. A pressure began to build in his chest for a moment and he suddenly let out a final, ear-piercing belch. As he did something pushed its way up Alex’s throat, and he spat out a slightly battered skull covered in digestive juices. He chuckled, admiring his stomach’s handiwork before throwing taking the skull upstairs and throwing it on an ever-growing pile in his spare room. With that Alex went downstairs and sat back down, idly fondling his belly as he daydreamed about who his next meal was going to be.
It's difficult not being a pred. I'm out here, 24 years old and practically a sitting duck every day if I don't do something about it. I come from a big family of preds too, so it's a little embarrassing really. Both my brothers are preds and regularly talk about their 'conquests', as are all my male cousins. It just never happened with me, though. The power to eat guys seemed to just appear in others some time during puberty; but with me there was nothing. Nor did I have any desire to eat guys; I'm much more happy watching someone else get eaten, and letting my mind race at the possibility of what's going on inside that powerful ass, belly or balls.
And that was how I survived. Whenever my brothers were looking at me a little too maliciously I'd invite a friend over and they'd never be seen from again. I'd press my ear to my brothers' belly or play with his balls as they were digested down into mulch and I loved it. Listening to the belches, the groaning and feeling the squirming of the man inside them that was soon to be a part of something much bigger.
It's taught me a thing or two, as well, about how to approach preds when you're a potential meal yourself. I'm dating one, Tyler, which people say is always a huge mistake because he'll inevitably eat me as they always do no matter how much they love you. But we've been going 6 years strong now and it's all about staying in control of their appetite. Is it always fun losing countless friends, co-workers and occasionally family members to his body? Not always, but it's worth it to see him happy, and to see them disappear into nothing.
That brings me to today. I was getting a lift home after work from my chatty co-worker, Cameron. He's nice and he means well but God, he gets tiring, especially when he's talking about his love of all things natural. Nature's interesting, and all, but I can't be bothered to listen to it for the almost hour long drive back to our town. That's when my phone buzzed and the opportunity arose.
"Babe, I'm starving. Can you bring me a snack on your way home?" I smirked a little and looked over at Cameron, chatting away with no idea that his fate had just been sealed.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you wanted to stop at mine for a drink before you head back to yours? You're always kind enough to give me a lift home and I wanted to say thank you." I said, hoping he'd take the bait. He did.
"Sure! You sure your boyfriend won't mind?" Cameron asked. I just smiled. "Nah, he'd love to have you" I responded, smiling inwardly. The rest of the drive went pretty quickly, and before we knew it we were pulling up to my place where one hungry stomach waited inside.
"Only me, and I brought company!" I said, throwing my keys in the pot. Cameron and I moved into the front room, where Tyler was waiting, eagerly with his shirt off and belly exposed. "This is Cameron! A work friend I thought I'd bring home for a bite to eat." At that I heard Tyler's stomach rumble and knew he was satisfied with a new sacrifice.
"Come sit next to me, Cameron" he said, beckoning my colleague over. Cameron walked over, a little nervous as he sat next to my shirtless boyfriend. He chuckled nervously and was about to say something before he was cut off. I'd never seen Tyler move so fast but somehow in a matter of seconds Cameron was naked. He looked confused and briefly turned on before I watched his head disappear.
I still couldn't believe how fast Tyler was, he must've been starving. By the time Cameron realised what was happening, though, it was too late. He waved his arms around in a panic before Tyler stood up and lifted his naked body off the ground. Cameron had sprouted an erection in the confusion, which Tyler beckoned me towards. I walked over and worked my magic as always.
Confused shouting quickly turned to muffled moans of enjoyment as I took Cameron's surprisingly large cock in my mouth. Some pred's like a hard cock as they consume their prey but Tyler says it just feels uncomfortable going down, so I always finish his meals off for him before he finishes them off for good. I was sucking underneath Cameron and Tyler for a minute or so, watching as he was slowly pulled in, like a cobra devouring a small mammal.
I always love watching Tyler's neck distend and change shape as he takes his prey in, watching the outline of their bodies move towards their demise. Soon enough Cameron let out a final moan, concluding his final orgasm. As he continued to slide down I felt my own cock beginning to stiffen. I watched in awe, it always feels like some special kind of magic, as Tyler's stomach began to shift and grow under the mass of Cameron's body.
By now he was up to his waist and Tyler was really picking up the pace. His stomach was growling angrily as it felt its meal getting closer and closer. I watched as gravity began to work its magic along with Tyler; Cameron practically tumbled into the gaping mouth and hungry belly he was soon to become a part of. As his feet dangled out of Tyler's mouth, my boyfriend worked at me in that flirty, cheeky fashion I've come to know and love so much.
He pushed Cameron's feet in and gave a final *gulp,* completing the growth of his powerful belly. Tyler smiled at me, looking full and content. Moments later out shot an ear splitting BOUUUUUUURP right in my face. My cock stiffened more as I smelt the cologne of my former college mixed with the inside of my boyfriend's stomach. I leaned over and kissed Tyler, who gladly accepted, shoving his tongue down my throat.
As the kiss broke I moved down to his belly, kissing and rubbing it with wonder and eagerness. From inside I could hear the screams of Cameron. He was clearly trying to say something but Tyler's fat and stomach walls muffled him beyond comprehension.
"Comfy in there?" I asked Tyler's belly. In response I got a punch, or a kick, from inside. I squeezed and kneaded the stomach, feeling Cameron's skinny frame inside while Tyler's belly rumbled away. Pressing my ear to his gut I heard a faint "Let me out! What've you done to me?!" I smiled up at Tyler, who was looking at me with affection.
"You always bring the best boys" he said to me, stroking my hair. "Where would I be without you?" He looked down at me warmly. I'm not a fool, I know if the boys stopped he'd eat me. But I also know he loves me, and even if he did decide to wolf me down I know it wouldn't be out of simple hunger. But that's what life on the edge is like, you risk being eaten every day. No matter how well you worship a pred you still have the potential to be just another meal.
As I looked up at him I felt his stomach rumble and the digestion began to kick in. I moved down onto Tyler's crotch and began stroking his stiff hardon. I looked at his huge cock, which he could easily stuff me down if he wanted, for a moment before taking him in my mouth. Like with Cameron, it only took a minute before he was pumping his perfect load into my mouth. I swallowed it all, before moving back up to his belly.
As I did I began pushing my own cock onto Tyler's gut. Which was still moving independently as Cameron trashed around frantically. After a few thrusts I was leaking cum all over the round, perfect belly while Cameron continued to scream away inside. I could tell the digestion was beginning. I gave my boyfriend a final kiss before both of our eyes became heavy and we drifted off to sleep together in the front room for a post work (and for him, meal) nap, listening to Cameron's muffled cries behind Tyler's stomach.
An hour or so later we woke up. Tyler's belly was notably softer than it had been earlier. I pushed against his belly and felt a mild crunching. Clearly whatever was left of Cameron had just disintegrated and was about to make its way through Tyler's intestines. We both got up and went to the bathroom admiring Tyler's big belly in the mirror. I gave him another kiss on the cheek and he smiled at me.
"We'll need to do something about Cameron's car" I said, giggling slightly.
"Oh yeah, and you'll need a new lift" he smirked. "I'll take you there and bring you home in the meantime." We both laughed as Tyler shook his belly, which sloshed as it processed more of Cameron's body. I love my boyfriend, and I love living life on the edge.
Yet another day of me just sitting at home was drifting on by. Spring had been threatening to make an appearance for the past few weeks, but today was just another grey picture. Still, I was grateful for the rest, work had been an absolute killer for the last month.
The beginnings of hunger were making their way towards me as the doorbell rang. As I walked towards the door my stomach started to churn and whine, letting me know it was ready for something new. How lucky I was when I opened the door and he was standing there. As I laid eyes on him the grey world turned bright and vibrant, and the approaching hunger transformed into a violent stampede. He was full, handsome and strong, the perfect thing to fill me right up.
"Hi, nice to meet you." He said, smiling awkwardly as one does when introducing themselves. "I'm Peter. I just moved in and wanted to say hi!" Fresh meat then.
"Hey, why don't you come in for a drink?" I said warmly, inviting him into the last house he'd ever see. He accepted, and his fate was sealed, ending my boredom.
After some polite conversation and mild flirting over a cup of coffee, I decided it was time to stop playing with my food.
"Gotta pee real quick." I said, leaving my prey alone and exposed. I walked out of the room and let Peter sit there just long enough for him to start getting bored. He stood up and started perusing my living room, giving me the signal to strike. I crept in without a sound, praying my belly didn't betray me by letting out a noisy rumble. Thankfully, it didn't and I was able to shoot my shot.
Peter let out a confused yelp as I kicked the back of his knee, pulling him to the ground. Before he could realise what was happening I had my mouth around his ankles.
"What the fuck, man?!" He shouted, trying and failing to kick his feet out from the back of my throat. I just smiled up at him as I worked my way up his calves and towards his knees. Luckily for me, he was wearing gym shorts that pulled right off with a powerful yank.
As I slurped and swallowed my way up Peter's legs I savoured the taste of sweat and adrenaline, which picked up as he realised he wasn't going to escape from my mouth so easily. The balance of sweet and salty skin made my belly's hunger pick up. My jaw continued to unhinge as more of Peter slid down my throat. All he could do was scream and struggle in vain as his crotch slid past my lips and I worked my way up his muscular stomach, which would soon be all mine.
At this stage my belly started to bulge its way outward, turning me from an unsuspecting slim guy to a strong predator with a powerful man-eating gut. I could feel my stomach starting to coat and cover Peter's feet in juices and acid, as it began accepting its latest meal.
By this point I could just stand and watch as Peter was suspended in mid-air, watching in horror as his face drew closer and closer to mine. The only thing that competed with his screams were the sound of powerful gurgles and slurping that dragged my new neighbour closer and closer to his fate. Soon his face slid past my lips and I savoured the last of the taste of panic and fear, before letting out one more strained gllrk.
My neck bulged as the sounds of Peter's screams moved their way downwards, muffled and terrified. A final dropping sensation reverberated through me as the last of my meal fell into my belly. With the new weight added, I stumbled over to the sofa, allowing myself to relax under the weight of an entire man.
As I let out a strong exhale, an involuntary bouuuuurp made its way past my lips, echoing throughout the living room and allowing my stomach to compress its new victim. From within, Peter was letting out screams, pleads and begs as he struggled to accept his new fate. I heard none of this. His frantic struggles were far too relaxing for me to pay attention to anything at that point in time. My belly shook, distended and vibrated below me, as it acclimatised to its new meal.
"Welcome to the-uurp- neighbourhood, man" I said, stifling another burp. "Shame you didn't get to spend much time here, folks are really friendly! I'm sure the estate agent will be happy the house is on the market again, though."
My boredom was now cured and my hands fondled the newly grown orb below me. I could start to hear Peter's screams pick up as my belly kicked itself into gear, properly starting to break down and digest its food. I just let out another contented sigh, slowly drifting into a food coma while the man inside me got absorbed into nutrients and calories. When I woke up 2 hours later his screams had been silenced, and my body claimed the rest of him over the next 24 hours.
Jason was a lifeguard with a lot of big attributes. He had big, wavy blonde hair, a big smile, big blue eyes, big round pec muscles that bounced when he ran along the beach, a big cock that was hard and aching often, and often sported a disproportionately large belly that wobbled beneath those full pecs.
Because Jason had a big secret too. He had a big appetite – the kind that only big meals could sate. And those meals normally came in the form of the big, hunky college boys he watched over at the beach he worked at. The place was called Shark Beach, on an out of the way section of the Florida coast. Despite the name there weren’t any sharks in the area – but there were quite a few disappearances. Jason’s belly had needs after all.
He’d read about the place in college and being a strong swimmer, and the place being pretty remove, got the job almost immediately. The place had a bad rep – but that only attracted the wilder college kids, while keeping away most respectable types. And best of all – the name provided the perfect cover for Jason to let his appetite – and his gut - roam free.
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.
It was Jake’s first week at the restaurant and he couldn’t take his eyes off his co-worker’s belly. Hunter was the longest serving waiter in the joint and he seemed to get special privileges as a result. One of those seemed to be his allowance to lounge around in one of the booths in just a cropped hoody and some shorts, nursing a massive gut that hung over his waistband and spilled into his lap. Hunter rubbed his gut as he flicked through the menu, idly popping his thumb into his big, dark belly-button, which was large enough to swallow his thumb entirely.
Jake felt his cock get hard watching his co-worker. Hunter was hot. He had wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes, tanned skin and an athletic, muscular build. He had dimples when he smiled and a cheeky grin and an amazing happy trail of dark hair that climbed the prodigious bulk of his big belly and ended in the great indent of his belly-button. He had a fat ass and a thick chest, bulging biceps and usually sported a cute bit of puppy-fat around his belly. His pecs were round and thick – and the cloth of his hoody clung to the twin slabs of muscle in a tantalising fashion. But what Jake was really interested in right now was that big swell of belly hanging out below his chest, belly-button gaping in the middle of the packed, swollen sack of gut. Normally Hunter’s stomach (which he displayed often) was pretty slim (they changed next to each other in the staff-room) though always with a layer of fat obscuring the strong muscles of Hunter’s stomach. Hunter had a healthy appetite – which he liked to boast about, rubbing his stomach and smacking it fondly while he talked to the other waiters at the end of a shift.
But this big, bare belly was something else altogether. It must have stuck out of Hunter by three or four feet at least – it was penned in by the tight confines of the booth – and after a while, and to Jake’s delight – Hunter hefted his belly, which was gurgling and blorting away as though digesting a very big meal, onto the table with a wet smack. Hunter belched and smacked his lips, and then his bloated, bare belly. He leaned back in the booth with a very smug smile, and catching Jake’s gaze, winked and rubbed his distended gut in a lazy, circular motion. Was Jake imagining it or did Hunter just lick his lips while he was looking at him? Jake’s heart began to pound – was Hunter checking him out?
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.”
There's a legend at the university where if you stay in the basement until after closing time and then go to the men's room... you'll either get the fucking of your life or you'll never be seen again!
When Riley and Pat had first heard the rumors about the University library’s basement, they’d laughed it off. As new freshmen, the longtime friends (and recent dormmates and fuckbuddies) had become accustomed to stupid pranks and jokes like that passed down by generations of upper-classmen. But Riley just couldn’t stop talking about it. He was the more adventurous and dominant of the pair, and the tall blond youth chubbed up every time someone told a slightly different version of the legend, even if Pat (quieter, shorter, chubbier and less athletic) was less enthused.
There were two main versions of the tale. Both agreed that weird things happened in the basement’s most remote Men’s Room if you could stick around until an hour after the library closed on Saturdays. Many specifically agreed that you should wait in the handicap stall with the door slightly ajar. Their new gay friends and hookups generally swore that a gal-pal’s boyfriend’s teammate’s ex’s older brother’s downlow RA’s Scruff hookup had managed the feat and come out of the library hours later with a cum-smeared grin and a noticeably bow-legged walk, only saying it was the best he’d ever had. The other version was more boring-spooky-shit than salacious: those that attempted it on a dare sometimes never returned.
As the two freshmen settled into their new campus and got used to their schedules, Pat started thinking his buddy had forgotten about the rumor. Sure, Riley kept wanting them to do their studying in the library instead of the common area, but honestly it was a better study environment anyway. Not to mention the sights! All types filled out the various tables and sofas, from frat boys to jocks to twinks to older grad students. That wasn’t even mentioning the librarians… it seemed like the entire library staff was made up of handsome daddy-types.
On one Friday halfway through their first semester, the pair were in the library basement studying for Biology. Or at least Pat was trying to study; the pudgy ginger kept feeling like someone was watching them. Every time he looked around the only consistent presence was the librarian behind his desk. Pat hadn’t actually caught the admittedly hunky 40-something DILF staring yet, but he still quietly pointed him out to Riley. Riley grinned, and was quick to whisper that he’d been crushing on that specific librarian for weeks now. Pat couldn’t see much with the counter in the way, but apparently the man had a beer gut that had Riley ogling him whenever the librarian stood, and was possibly smuggling a beer can in the crotch of his slacks.
Pat had always worried that he was more into Riley than Riley was into him. Riley seemed all about the mature, bearish, daddy types when choosing hookups, while Pat was into… Riley. The young runner/surfer type with shaggy blond hair and a perpetual tan. He knew they weren’t boyfriends or anything, but… whatever, there was no point in hopping aboard that train-of-thought again. Pat had gotten so lost in his own thoughts that Riley had to poke his shoulder multiple times to bring him back to reality. “What? Did you say something?” “Dude, lower your voice! I said I’m going to try it tomorrow.” Pat knew what his buddy meant, but had to ask. “Try what?” Riley’s only response was to widen his grin and motion his head towards the hallway next to the librarian’s counter; a hallway that led to the farthest restrooms in the library basement…
On their way back to the dorm that evening, Pat tried to think of a reason Riley shouldn’t do it. “You could get in trouble” sounded like something a kid would say. “You might disappear” was downright ridiculous! And “I don’t want you to come back saying you had the best sex ever” would reveal some feelings he wasn’t ready for Riley to know about. He was still trying to think of something as they used the dorm shower, but finally gave up as they got back to their room and had their nightly 69. He drifted off to sleep but kept being awoken by strange dreams, and once from the sound of Riley jerking off.
When closing time approached the next day, Pat and Riley were already hiding in one of the lockable study-rooms of the basement with the lights off. Riley would be getting a charge for not returning the key that day, but he could just go in Monday and say he forgot. They made sure to stay out of sight of the door’s windowpane, sitting in corner blocked from view and slowly masturbating each other’s hard cocks. Once forty-five minutes had passed, Riley turned the doorknob as quietly as possible before tiptoeing towards the Men’s Room. All the legends said you had to go alone, so Pat was staying behind in the study room and peeking through the windowpane, which faced the entrance to the hall.
Pat watched Riley disappear down the hall in the dark basement, with only the emergency exit signs providing illumination. One of the librarians had already made the rounds earlier to check each study room was locked and “empty”, so the freshman didn’t worry too much about pulling a tall chair up to the door so he could watch in comfort. Comfort… and eventually boredom. It’d been 20 minutes since Riley vanished from view, and Pat was wondering how long they’d wait. Just then, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps clomping down wooden stairs.
It was hard to make out the silhouetted figure in such dim lighting, but something about the tall, broad shape had Pat convinced it was “Riley’s librarian” (as he’d been mentally referring to the man). The staff office was located on the first floor, so the man had probably been finishing up work in there. But why come down to the basement before leaving? Everything clicked into place as he saw the shape head for restrooms. Either the man had a favorite restroom… or he was at least part of the legend’s source.
After a few minutes of nothing happening, Pat cracked the study room’s door open. Without that barrier, he could just barely make out what might have been muffled voices coming from the direction of the restrooms. There was quiet again for a bit, and then the faint but unmistakable sound of bodies slapping against each other. For some reason his heart sunk as he realized Riley was probably getting fucked damn good by the DILF of his dreams. Pat sat there, still and silent; listening as the noises of sex went on… and on… and on… interrupted four times by animalistic roars so loud he would have believed they came from inside the room. Had the librarian really bred Riley’s ass four times in just over two hours!?
After the fourth climax, Pat saw that tall shape exiting the hallway. The freshman could have been mistaken for a statue for how frozen he was as the librarian leisurely strode across the room and up the stairs to the first floor. A few minutes later a smaller shape also exited the hallway, moving much slower and heading towards the study room. Riley was definitely walking funny, and as he came into view showed signs of dishevelment. Without a word, the well-fucked student took Pat’s hand and led him toward the opposite set of stairs and out the rear exit of the library.
There was a dreamy smile on Riley’s face the whole walk back to their dorm. As they passed through a more well-lit part of campus, Pat was able to spot a growing stain on the back of his friend’s shorts. Riley didn’t seem to care. It wasn’t until they’d made it back to the room that they finally spoke a bit. As Riley stripped his clothes off, not bothering to shower, he told Pat that it had definitely been the best sex of his entire life, maybe even of his dreams. The burly librarian had fucked that super-thick cock into him against the stall wall, laying on the bathroom floor, bouncing up and down while sitting on the toilet, and once while holding the freshman in the air! He was murmuring all this while absentmindedly playing with the cum slowly seeping out of a still gaping asshole.
Riley seemed to fall asleep almost immediately, tired out from the night’s activities. In the other bed Pat found himself unable to sleep. His emotions were complicated. He was happy for his friend. And it was objectively hot as fuck to hear about. But… he worried that somehow things would be different now. Like maybe Riley wouldn’t be interested in roommate sex anymore. But he was apparently mistaken in thinking Riley had already drifted off. Riley mumbled one more thing before turning to face the wall: “You know, the DILF said he’d definitely show me a good time, but that my little friend was the type he was really into playing with…”
As the days went by, it seemed at least one of Pat’s fears had been quashed; everyday Riley was beyond eager to plow Pat’s hole with his beautiful 6-incher. It seemed his experience in the library had caused the taller freshman to start fantasizing about the librarian pounding his buddy’s tight ass. As Riley contorted his friend like a pretzel so he could get even deeper, he was whispering filth in Pat’s ears, like “Fuck, you think this is good? Imagine if my cock was twice as thick and 3 inches longer, and it was just breeding you like this for HOURS while all you can smell is daddy musk!” Pat was in heaven, getting bred twice a day by the guy he’d fallen for, and didn’t want to do anything to risk ruining the passionate new energy between them. So when Riley giddily told him it was going to be his turn to brave the library basement afterhours, he hadn’t put up any resistance. Pat figured either he’d get an amazing fuck and be able to work Riley up all over again relating the experience, or he’d suffer through a painful one, lie to Riley that it was great, and still be able to get the same end result.
Waiting in the dark study-room was a bit different this time. Where Pat was a bundle of nerves, Riley seemed sexually charged to the max. Instead of mutually masturbating, Riley was rimming Pat’s tight hole with gusto, adding a finger to help prep his buddy for an extra girthy cock. When the time came, Pat opened and shut the door quietly and started walking towards the basement Men’s Room. With every step through the dark library, Pat couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking towards his own execution. He felt Riley’s leftover spit cooling on the skin of his hole (for some reason his dormmate had thought it’d be both hot and hilarious to not let Pat put his pants back on before leaving the study-room), and then his small penis and nuts shriveling up in the permanently-chilly air of the library basement.
After what felt like an eternity, Pat found himself standing in front of the heavy Men’s Room door. With a deep breath, he summoned up his courage and pushed through it into the restroom. He’d been in here before of course, but now it had taken on an air of the unknown. The freshman went into the handicap stall and left the door open an inch. The stall was roomier than most, with its own sink and paper towel dispenser across from the heavy-duty toilet. Pat lowered the toilet lid and took a seat, shivering at first from the cool porcelain making contact with his butt cheeks.
Maybe the librarian had been as eager for this as Riley, because it couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes later that he heard steps approaching, followed by the sound of the restroom door opening. The stall door swung open a moment after that, giving Pat his first up-close look at “Riley’s Librarian.” Pat had been too embarrassed to look his way throughout the week. He’d been too nervous and flustered due to Riley’s offhand remark about Pat being more the librarian’s type. But as the librarian closed the stall door and turned to face him, Pat finally took it all in.
The man looked to be around 45. Short, wavy, dark-brown hair. Sexy blue glasses that matched his navy slacks (obscenely bulged out in the crotch) and tie. A white button-down shirt under a brown tweed blazer. The shirt was stretched over the man’s meaty pecs and a beer gut sticking out at least 4 inches past his belt. And a full, well-groomed mustache complimented a ruggedly handsome face. Pat’s own father had looked quite similar a few years ago. He could see why Riley had gone goo-goo eyes over the DILF. The librarian really was exactly the type of man Riley had downloaded porn of in the gigabytes. Up close, Pat was seeing the appeal too, enough to quiet some of his apprehension as the man loosened his tie and spoke.
“Well well… I was hoping it’d be you this time. Your buddy is a good fuck, but it’s shorter boys with meat on their bones like you that wake the beast in me.” His voice was deep and sexual, with an animal intensity that seemed to vibrate Pat’s nuts with every bass note. The man continued while carefully hanging up his blazer and tie on one of the stall’s coat hooks. “And you look like a boy in need of real daddy-type to show you your place in life. Glad to see you already lost the pants, but go ahead shuck the shirt too.” Something in the tone of voice had Pat complying as quickly as possible, lifting the blue polo over his head and exposing his own little belly. Once he could see again, Pat dropped his shirt to the floor and turned back in time to witness the man removing his own.
The librarian knew he had the freshman’s full attention as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top down, one at a time. The first thing that came into view were those pecs, obviously the product of hard exercise and tasty food. The man’s chest was smooth and hairless, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he freed his gut from its cloth constraints, allowing it to breathe too. Unlike the blazer, the shirt was carelessly tossed over the DILF’s shoulder, where it landed across the stall door. “Ok piggy, why don’t you pull those legs up for me so I can see that pretty pink hole?” Again, it was less a question than a command, and Pat did his best to look sexy as he obeyed. His reward was a pleased grunt from the librarian accompanied by groping that huge bulge in his slacks.
The DILF stepped forward while unbuckling and yanking his belt out through the loops. He dropped it to the floor with one hand while feeling up the freshman’s tight hole with the other. He took the middle finger he’d been pushing in a bit and popped it into his mouth while motioning for Pat to unzip him. He either really liked the taste or the feeling of his belly sagging free, because the DILF gave a big “mmmmmm” of appreciation. Any doubts that this librarian had been fucking college boys here for some time disappeared as the man reached behind the toilet’s tank and grabbed a bottle of lube that had been hidden there. “Go ahead and pull out that big cock for me, boy. Yeah… get a feel for that monster before I plug your cute piggy asshole with it.” And it was a monster prick. Pat had only played with a couple cocks since coming out, and this was definitely the biggest by far, in both length and girth. His anxiety started to return as he stroked the dribbled lube over the cock and helped it reach full erection.
That’s when Pat heard the librarian’s stomach give an audible groan of hunger. “Told you your type wake the beast in me! Now you may want to bite your hand for this bit…” Pat’s confusion at the DILF’s “beast” apparently referring to his gut rather than his cock took a backseat. His entire focus was on the baseball bat of a cock beginning its slow invasion of his puckered hole. He gave thanks to Riley for the frequent fucks all week and the rimming and fingering in the study-room, because those were likely all that kept him from screaming at the immense stretch needed to take that beer-can thick cock. The overwhelmed young man felt his head being tilted up to look at the tall DILF bending over him. The hand squeezed his jaws until his mouth opened, and then the librarian slowly drooled directly down his throat. Pat had never done anything like spit play before, and was even more startled when the man followed up by spitting directly on his face and rubbing it in. “Good piggy. Yeaaaaaaah, that’s a GOOD pigboy, take that big cock up your hole!”.
The shock loosened the last of Pat’s internal resistance, and the remaining 4 inches of cock rushed into him at once. He would have cried out, but the DILF had chosen that same moment to force their mouths together in a brutal kiss; it was all lust, with that giant tongue forcing its way inside Pat’s mouth and exploring his taste. The way Pat was curled up against the back of the toilet was deeply uncomfortable, but there was no time to complain: the fucking was about to start.
The librarian didn’t bother starting slow, instead pulling his dick back until just the mushroom head was pulling against the stretched hole before thrusting the whole thing back inside. The freshman felt like he was being penetrated at both ends, with that cock reaching farther inside his ass than any before, and the tongue nearly going down his throat. The DILF started getting into a rhythm of long-dicking the student and then picked up the pace after breaking the kiss and wrapping a hand around Pat’s throat and squeezing.
Between the choking, the face slapping, the spitting, and of course the re-arranging of his insides, Pat was completely overwhelmed. He lost all track of time, coming back to himself only as he felt the cock punch even deeper inside him, accompanied by a roar next to his head and the feeling of lava coating his insides. The DILF gripped him even tighter and he felt shudders rock through the older man as they both rode it out. Pat thought he was finally going to get a minute to collect himself when librarian raised up and that monster painfully popped out of his gaping hole. But no such luck. The DILF motioned for him to stand up, then took Pat’s place on the toilet seat and lowered his slacks to his ankles.
The baseball bat hadn’t flagged in the least and now had a cummy sheen to it. The librarian waved it at Pat while raising an eyebrow. Getting his meaning, the chubby freshman stepped forward on still-trembling legs before lowering himself down. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt the gaping emptiness inside replaced when he was stretched wide all over again. But as he looked into the librarian’s face, there was something different in the man’s eyes, and the stomach let out an ominous growl once again. Two heavy hands landed on Pat’s shoulders, and he was forced down until his cheeks were pressed against the older man’s thighs. Once again he was subjected to a bruising kiss, and those heavy hands moved down to grip his arms to his sides.
The mouth pressed into Pat’s kept widening further and further until it covered his whole face and that muscular tongue was running all over it. The freshman attempted to escape whatever was happening, but quickly realized just how bad a position he was in. His feet couldn’t reach the restroom floor due to the angle and the 9 inches of thick cock plugging his ass. His arms lacked the strength to get free from the large hands pinning them. And that inhuman mouth kept stretching over his head until the lips were sealed around his neck. He was trapped in darkness while the DILF moaned at his flavor and occasionally bounced the younger man on that thick cock. Pat was starting to understand why the librarian preferred shorter guys; he was able to keep fucking his meal while leaning over to take in the smaller shoulders without difficulty. Even knowing how hopeless it was, Pat kept trying to escape his predicament up until the his nipples slid inside the predator’s mouth.
For the first time he felt the older man’s teeth clamp down on his flesh, and he immediately stilled in fear. But apparently this was less about biting through a meal and more about maintaining a powerful grip. The DILF’s hands gripped harder, and he breathed through his nose like he was about to break a personal record in weightlifting. Then Pat’s whole perception of gravity was upended as he felt himself lifted off that cock and into the air until his feet were above his head and his whole body was in a straight line pointing down the monster’s throat. By this point, a couple powerful gulps had already pulled his head into what had to be the older man’s esophagus and was being painfully squeezed. His progress through it had been slow, but now that gravity was aiding his descent, his passage sped up. With every terrifying gulp, more and more of the chubby freshman disappeared from the outside world until soon enough his head breached into the stomach and he got his first real breath of fetid, acidic air.
As his shoulders started following him in, Pat wasted half the air in the roiling chamber screaming to Riley for help, despite knowing there was no way his friend could hear him. Riley and the librarian had fucked for hours, so there was almost no chance he’d come investigate this soon. At about the same time Pat’s head was being thrust into stomach acids, the librarian was yanking off his meal’s socks and shoes before sucking in the feet and enjoying the final tastes. With one final swallow, he finished stealing away the young man’s future full of hopes and dreams, instead dooming the youth to painfully die in his happily churning stomach.
Pat had accidentally swallowed some of the acid, and he felt it burning its way down his throat and into his own stomach even as his legs and feet slid into the stomach sac. The chamber was claustrophobically tight, and he could barely get the room to kick or punch as he was forcefully compressed into a sideways fetal position. The left-side of his body was submerged beneath the slowly rising liquids and already starting to tingle. How could this be happening to him? He’d only just started living his real life in college, and now he was just some post-fuck food for a librarian DILF!? It wasn’t fair! Salty tears ran down his cheeks and into the stomach acids as the tingle morphed into a burn.
Sitting on his porcelain throne, Conan the librarian was basking in the orgasmic rush of devouring another college kid. The little piggy had pushed all his buttons from the moment he’d laid eyes on the new freshman, and as soon as he’d found the lad’s bigger friend in his stall, he’d known he’d have the piggy melting in his stomach before the month was out. He didn’t even remember how that rumor about the basement bathroom had originally started, but he’d been checking the stall weekly for years now. Sometimes it was empty and he’d go home to his husband. Sometimes there was a straight jock waiting there on a dare, and he’d wag a finger at the boy and shoo him out (he only had one day off a week, and the bigger youths took too long to work down to a manageable size to go into work on Mondays). Sometimes there was a hot young gay and he’d give them a pounding fantastic enough for the rumors to continue. And sometimes…
Sometimes there was a smaller student that his stomach couldn’t wait to get to work on breaking down. Like this little pig. There’d been fear in the lad’s eyes when he’d entered the stall, but he’d obeyed Conan’s commands eagerly enough. The fuck had been alright, but the taste… FUCK, the little pig had tasted irresistible. Now he had the younger man packed inside him, squirming about as Conan slowly rubbed his beer-can cock against the underside of his belly. Faint screams were making their way past the layers of fat and muscle and provided wondering white noise as the librarian continued to pleasure himself. Tonight was his anniversary with his husband, so he’d need to save at least 2 of his usual 4 loads for that, but he definitely had the time and patience to edge himself until he felt the young man perish inside him.
Conan lovingly rubbed up and down his swollen abs as the struggles continued beneath his fingers. Leaning his head back, he imagined how tortuous it must be inside that hellish chamber. He pictured the flesh melting off the boy’s face and revealing a partially grinning skull beneath; the finger bones weakly scratching against his iron gut as the tendons fell away. Every time the predator burped up the boy’s air, he’d catch a snippet of intelligible pleas for death, but then he’d swallow down more and continue stroking his cock. The little piggy ended up lasting almost an hour before the movements in his belly stilled. Something about snuffing out all the potential of a bright young college freshman just made his nuts clench, and before Conan knew it he was painting his belly with a huge load of cum.
A few minutes later Conan was dressed again and exiting the restroom. He ignored the obvious Riley peering out the study-room the student had rented using a student id. All such rentals were logged in the system, along with the owner’s address. Conan found himself hoping the taller boy would still come back next Friday for another fuck despite his friend “disappearing”. But if not, he could just pass the lad’s address to his husband Mike. Mike was a sheriff’s deputy and a pred, and certainly wouldn’t mind paying Riley a visit in his dorm room.
He's so happy to see how scared his lunch is. The best prey is the prey that squirms all the way down, knowing everything they are is going to be yours no matter what they do~
What they don't tell you about your mom remarrying when you're in your 30s is that you might get a step-brother just a couple years younger than you who's the hottest fucking guy you've ever met. And he might be coated in the most perfect hair. And he might realize how attracted you are to him and start ordering you around.
It starts with sniffing his pits. Then his socks. Then he's letting you massage his legs or suck on his nipples. He'll relax in bed while you lick his sack and he jerks off. He gets you to know the pleasures of worshiping his body.
And then your step-bro will start withholding his sexy form from you. "You've got to earn my dick," he'd say.
And so you'd give him permission to eat your boyfriend. It wasn't a great loss. After all, you were cheating on the guy with your own brother. Clearly he wasn't as important to you. And as he digested your ex, he let you suck his dick again. He'll fuck you. He'll belch in your face. He'll hold your head against his gurgling gut and promise if you're an excellent bitch for him, one day he'll stick you in there too. After all, he liked being an only child.
You start hunting for him. You bring him your friends, your co-workers, guys off Grindr. And you watch them all disappear into his body never to return again, desperately hoping that the next person he flushes down his pred toilet is you...
