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 Nathanâs 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 werenât 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 Nathanâs 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 Nathanâs 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.
Nathanâs entrancing scent was replaced by the humid, alcoholic atmosphere within his stomach, on account of all the beer heâd 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.
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 Ethanâs music was while he was âtrying to focus.â
Now Liam was halfway down Ethanâs throat.
GLUUURK.
Ethanâs 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. Liamâs head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethanâs neck that smoothly traveled downward.
âMmmphâ!?â Liamâs muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethanâs chest.
âBro, chill out,â Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. âYouâre the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.â
He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liamâs torso slid deeper, stretching Ethanâs throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethanâs 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.
âFuck⌠youâre actually pretty filling,â Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. âKeep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.â
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.
Liamâs 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.
âBuuuuuurp⌠Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.â
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 â just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethanâs physique and some extra gas heâd have to deal with later.
Ethan smiled to himself, patting the heavy dome resting on his lap.
I could see the joy behind this guyâs eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.
I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.
The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasnât to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.
The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.
While the thinning air inside his stomach caused me to slowly drift off, I felt a strange sense of achievement from successfully feeding myself to him, almost entirely by my own effort. Itâs a good thing he was lazy, as the weight of his stuffed belly had him pinned down until it could melt me down.
At first I felt sorry for my roommate when he got fired, but it didnât take long before his behaviour started to annoy me. He spent his days just lounging around, taking over the TV and getting stoned while he stuffed his face with junk food. Dude must have put on at least 30lbs in a couple of months, now sporting a flabby ball gut that jiggled whenever he finally found the motivation to walk between the sofa and his bed.
One evening while I was relaxing in my room, I heard him aggressively rummaging through the kitchen cupboards. After slamming the fridge shut, he stumbled into my room stinking like a fresh joint, which just about overpowered the smell of his unwashed, sweaty body. âThere ainât no snacks, what am I supposed to eat?â This lazy fucker always relied on me to stock up on food, but Iâd had enough. I told him he had to buy his own snacks, however I didnât realise how urgent his munchies really were.
âScrew it, youâll do. Just donât be squirminâ around too much.â My roommate suddenly tackled me to the ground, staring into my eyes with a raw, animalistic hunger before his drooling mouth began to stretch open. His ripe musk was even stronger this close up, almost making me delirious as I tried to push him away, my hands pressing into his soft chest and belly. But it was no use; he was much stronger than me and easily held me still as his maw engulfed my head.
I was forced to endure the intense sensation of his tongue slurping up my flavour while he ripped my clothes off, swallowing my head once I had been fully unwrapped. I was eaten at a quick yet steady pace, his throat muscles rippling against my body with each gulp until they had dragged me entirely into his stomach. I struggled against the tight, slimy walls that confined me, forgetting about his earlier warning to remain still. He shook his swollen gut around as punishment, disorienting me even more than the experience of being swallowed whole already had been.
âThat feels fuckinâ weird, quit it. Food donât usually move.â I was scared that he could somehow make my situation even worse if I didnât comply, so I quickly settled down and tried to drift off to sleep before his gut churned me away.
*URRRPPP* Fuck, bro. Stop fighting! I can feel you kicking and carrying on in there, but like stop fighting. Once you are past the mouth, I own you. You are mine to claim. Look, I know the situation is more than ideal, but we can just make this easier for the both of us if you can simply calm down. My gut doesnât take too kindly to people who put up a fight to resist digestion. It just fights harder, or worse yet, you may survive your fate in my stomach and get buried alive in the endless pool of shit further in my bowels. You wouldnât want that would you? Now good, just relax, and simply let nature take its course, youâll be out sooner than you thinkâŚ*BURRRRPPPPPP*
"Fuck, I can't believe you're going to do this. I really appreciate it man. I can't tell you how much I've wanted to try having my ass eaten, but no girl I've been with will do it.
When you told me you were gay I didn't want to assume you were in to me. Let alone that you'd be such an ass pig.
This couldn't have turned out any better! Now come on, give me what I want. I want your tongue to make out with my hole all fucking night!"
Kelvis was in shock at what his friend had asked him. They had been friends for over ten years. Murilo has asked for odd favors before, but this one really was strange.
"Are you really serious? You really want to shrink and swallow you like a snack?" Kelvis asked, wanting to be sure he really heard him right.
"Yes, exactly that." Murilo said, showing the shrinking device he brought with him. "So, will you do it?" He asked with pleading eyes, looking at his best friend.
Kelvis didn't know what to think about it. He never had a friend to ask to be shrunken and consumed as a snack. "You do realize that if I was to do this, you might never come out the way you came in?" He clarified the consequences if he really wanted this to happen.
"Honestly, why would you want it anyway?" Kelvis further asked, wanting to know why Murilo would be so willing to be his snack so badly. "Is it some kind of death wish?"
Murilo thought about it. "I have had an interest in macro ever since I saw the anime 'Attack on Titan.' The thought of being at the mercy of a giant as he eats you has been a fantasy ever since then." He paused. "So, I want you to fulfill my fantasy." He added, hoping his best friend would say yes.
Kelvis thought really hard about it. He could tell by the way Murilo was looking at him, he was practically begging him for this fantasy. "Are you really sure you want this? Once I eat you, there is no going back."
"Yes, for the last time, yes! So will you do it?" Murilo pleaded, knowing full well that once done, there would be no changing his mind.
Kelvis took the shrink/growth device and put in the setting for 1.5" tall. He pointed it at Murilo. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He hit the red button on it. As the ray of light touches Murilo, he rapidly shrunk in size. It took about a couple of minutes, but he saw a tiny 1" best friend down on the floor at his feet. He had to admit, the power play of seeing him so tiny and at his mercy was a strange and yet enjoyable feeling.
Murilo was excited. Seeing Kelvis look like a massive giant was everything he had imagined it would be or even feel like. The adrenaline was a rush, knowing he was truly at his best friend's mercy. He saw Kelvis's massive fingers pick him up off the floor and hold him close to his face to be examined.
Kelvis placed Murilo in the palm of his hand. A strange sense of dominant power flooded his imagination, while looking down at 1" Murilo in his hand. "I am strangely enjoying this. Thanks." He spoke to his tiny best friend.
Murilo found Kelvis voice very booming. Being tiny really was a totally different experience. It was also one he was enjoying so much. "You're welcome, so please eat me." He spoke.
Kelvis could barely register his tiny voice, but he knew what Murilo wanted. "As you wish, but I want to savor the taste before swallowing." He smiled. "I hope you don't mind. Even if you do, you can't do anything about it, tiny snack." He added a smirk on his face.
Murilo got even more excited to see Kelvis call him a tiny snack. He watched as his best friend opened up his mouth and dumped him inside. Once inside, he was trapped in darkness as Kelvis played with him with his tongue, sucking on him as though he was a piece of candy in his mouth. He was being drenched as all that saliva soaked him from head to foot. Kelvis continued to savor him for what felt like an eternity, sucking on him with delight.
Kelvis found the salty taste of his friend quite interesting. The more he sucked on the tiny in his mouth, the better he tasted. After a good few minutes, he decided it was time to make the tiny's dream come true. He swallowed him. As he felt him going down his throat, something happened. He felt the tiny stop moving and lodged in his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Murilo felt like he had stopped moving. "What happened? Are you alright? Oh no, are you choking right now?"
Kelvis began to panic as breathing became more difficult. With each cough, he was losing air. With Murilo lodged in his throat, he was killing him. He needed to swallow him fast. He quickly grabbed the closest drink near him. He picked up the Coke Cola bottle and began to guzzle it, hoping to force Murilo into his stomach. There was no need for both of them to die at the same time. He soon felt the tiny loosen up and slide down. He felt relieved taking in more air with a loud belch.
Murilo landed in his friend's stomach at last. His dream was fulfilled. He was eaten and swallowed by a giant. He wondered what could possibly go wrong in his fantasy become reality. He felt his flesh starting to sting. It was painful. He quickly realized it was the Coke soda that was corroding his flesh painfully. He then saw more Coke come splashing into Kelvis stomach. His flesh began to burn making his fantasy become a nightmare. His friend belched, more oxygen escaped the stomach. It was becoming extremely hard to breathe. Combined that with his flesh stinging and burning made this fantasy a painful experience at the mercy of his friend's stomach. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, hoping his friend could hear him and get him out of his stomach.
Kelvis finished off the rest of the Coke bottle, belching for more air. "That's better." He said, while patting his check and stomach. He put on a smirk. "I have to say, you were tasty though, Murilo. I hope you are happy there, because there is no getting out just like I said." He went to sit down and watch some TV while letting his stomach make quick work of the tasty snack he just had. He almost felt bad, but Murilo wanted this end. He was completely unaware of the torment his friend was enduring while he was simply watching TV.
Murilo saw that the stomach had completely muffled his pleas for help. Kelvis didn't hear a single word. He could barely hear the muffled sounds of the TV. The fact that his friend was simply relaxing and watching TV while he was suffering his stomach felt so degrading. His fantasy was a complete nightmare he wanted to escape alive at least.
Murilo soon could not fight for life anymore. He sank beneath the stomach acid that was also degrading his flesh. He soon lost all oxygen as his body sank further, ending his life without a care. His body is now slowly being broken down to nutrients to be absorbed by his best friend's body. He simply reduced to nothing but a snack and resource for Kelvis's body.
Kelvis let out one large belch. Unknown to him, he belched the spirit of his former friend, expelling it from his body while Murilo's body was being decomposed for the nourishment of his own body. He smiled at that last burp. He looked at the shrink/growth ray next to him. "I think I need another snack like that. Tiny's are very tasty." He laughed.
The bass throbbed through the packed Vegas nightclub while neon lasers cut across the crowd. Jake stood confidently in the middle of it all, shirtless, neon yellow cap tilted back, with one arm slung around his buddy Marcusâs shoulders. His other hand rested proudly on his massive, round belly that stuck out between them.
Curled up safely inside that heavy, swollen gut was their shy, introverted friend Noah.
Noah had desperately tried to avoid coming to the party. He hated loud crowds, hated small talk, and hated the overwhelming energy of clubs. But Jake and Marcus wouldnât take no for an answer. So Jake had offered his own unique compromise â swallowing Noah whole back at the hotel.
Now, hours later, Noah was experiencing the wildest night of his life⌠from the inside.
The stomach around him was warm, humid, and surprisingly gentle. The thick protective fluids kept him completely safe, while the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the walls massaged him on all sides. Even with the loud bass vibrating through Jakeâs body, being tucked away in here felt strangely comforting. Like being wrapped in a living, breathing weighted blanket that belonged to his best friend.
Jake rubbed slow circles over his bloated gut and leaned down slightly.
âYou still alive in there, Noah?â he asked with a smirk, loud enough for the prey to hear.
Noah shifted slightly, his voice muffled and embarrassed.
ââŚThis is still humiliating,â he muttered. âBut⌠itâs not as bad as I thought it would be.â
Marcus laughed and gave Jakeâs heavy belly a playful slap, making it wobble.
âAw, listen to him. Heâs actually starting to enjoy it.â
Jake grinned and gently pressed on the bulge where Noahâs back was pressing out.
âSee? I told you. Safe, warm, and you donât have to deal with any of the people or noise directly. Just relax and let me carry you through the night.â
Noah sighed, curling up tighter inside the gently churning stomach. Even though he was still mortified that his friends were parading his temporary home around the club, the constant warmth, the protective embrace, and the knowledge that Jake would never let anything happen to him made it⌠weirdly comforting.
Every now and then heâd push out with a hand or foot just to remind them he was still there, earning laughs and belly rubs from both Jake and Marcus.
âYouâre staying in there until the club closes,â Jake said casually, patting his gut. âMaybe even until tomorrow morning if Iâm feeling lazy.â
Noah didnât argue this time. Deep down, a small part of him didnât completely hate the idea.
Surrounded by the muffled thump of music, the steady heartbeat of his friend, and the gentle massaging walls, Noah closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax inside the safe, living confines of Jakeâs stomach.
He was still the reluctant party guest⌠but at least he was comfortably carried through it all.
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Having just finished his final lecture for his busiest day, Gavin was pretty lethargic as he tumbled onto his bed, backpack and all. As an RA for the freshman-only dorm on campus, he thankfully was allowed a single room, and to make it even better, he wasnât on duty today, meaning he could get to sleep early and relax after a heavy-duty day filled with homework and classes. As a junior in college, Gavin had to almost exclusively take major requirements, which were interesting for sure, but they were extremely unforgiving and intense. It was all he could do to get back to his room and shower each night.
Speaking of, Gavin yanked off his backpack and grabbed his shower caddy and a pair of pajama pants, ready to go take a shower. Walking down the hall, the RA groaned, hearing water running before he even got to the bathroom door. He hated taking showers with other guys right next to him. Sure, there was a big concrete wall and a flimsy cream curtain to protect each guyâs privacy, but that hardly ever seemed like enough, especially when you could hear your neighbors lathering up with their body wash. Still though, Gavin grimaced and opened the door.
Turning the corner into the shower area of the tiny and grungy dorm-bathroom, Gavin rolled his eyes. All four of the showers (a laughably small amount, even when considering the tiny population of the dorm) were being used. The RA grumbled something under his breath before turning around walking away, ready to come back in twenty minutes when hopefully another shower opened up. Just as he was about to exit the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Specifically, he noted how flat his stomach looked. Gavin hadnât had dinner yet.
The hunkâs eyebags were concerning, and his patience was honestly quite thin. That, coupled with a sudden spark of hunger Gavin felt made for a predictable formula for disaster for one of the showering residents. Marching right back around, Gavin strutted towards his favorite shower at the far end of the room and began to strip, unbeknownst to the freshman currently showering behind the curtain. Setting his shower caddy down quietly, Gavin peeked into the stall and saw Carter: a handsome and tiny redhead slathering body wash over his slim, lithe body. Gavin licked his lips.
With a growling stomach and a propensity for being bold, the RA yanked aside the shower curtain and clamped his hand over Carterâs mouth, silencing the student in a preemptive manner against his protest. The junior easily eclipsed the freshman, making him the perfect meal for the hungry RAâCarter would slip easily down his throat like a snake swallowing a mouse. A mixture of fear and concern enveloped Carterâs big, green eyes, making Gavinâs stomach growl once more, this time loud enough for everyone in the bathroom to hear it.
With the water rushing, Gavin wasted no time in unhinging his jaw, opening up wide enough to engulf Carterâs head. Gavin tried to suppress a groan, sliding his tongue along Carterâs face and neck in salacious voracity. The blonde hunk wrapped his arms and legs around Carter, mimicking the way a constrictor would apprehend its prey. A pair of plump and plush lips sucked over the prey, guzzling up his narrow shoulders with dizzying greed.
Gavinâs throat bulged out with Carterâs head getting squished inside by its tight, wet walls. The four simultaneous showers overshadowed the gulping noises Gavin made as Carterâs chest got shoveled up into the greedy gullet. He could hear Carter crying out for help from within his throat, but his muscular body muffled the noise as Gavin forced Carter deeper into esophagus.Â
The trickling water helped lubricate his meal, and Gavin was able to efficiently slurp up the rest of Carterâs torso with alarming rapidity and horrifying greed. Gavinâs stomach started bulging out, making him look bloated at first, then his skin continued stretching, accommodating what looked like a third trimester pregnancy. Still though, Gavin hungrily slurped up Carterâs dick and ass, noting with a sinister pleasure that Carterâs cock was at full mast. The tiny freshman seemed to be unwillingly aroused by this, which was definitely a first. Using his tongue to pump and suck on Carterâs dick, the salty taste of premature cum flooded his mouth, making Gavin swallow with deep, deliberate enjoyment in Carterâs humiliation.
The manâs skinny legs were the only things Gavin had left to slurp up, and unceremoniously, the junior used his throat to coax the last remaining bit of Carter to his now obscenely bloated belly. Tilting his head back, Gavin let Carterâs feet slip down his throat and round out the swell of his belly into an almost perfect spherical shape, aside from the occasional punch or thrash that Carter made whilst struggling in there. Looking down between the pillows of his hairy chest, Gavin let out a manly groan and rubbed big circles around his fuzzy gut. He couldnât make too much noise, as the other showering residents wouldâve definitely known something was up, but his belly started happily gurgling, making plenty of contented sounds as it began to knead and tenderize Carterâs body, preparing him for digestion.
As he felt the youth settle down in the core of his belly, Gavin began showering as if nothing had happened. His mountain of a belly gave him practically zero room to move around the shower stall, so he remained in a fixed position, rubbing in his cedar-scented shampoo and conditioner through his hair. Big sudsy globs of soap fell onto Gavinâs belly, to which the junior happily rubbed in, letting his stomach get some much needed attention as Carter shouted for mercy and help from within. In response, the RA just patted his resident-filled gut and continued lathering up his body in soap, washing away the stress and tiredness that the day had built up around him.
One difficulty the predator faced was suppressing the belches that his belly begged to be released. Gavin couldnât really let them out with other guys so close to him, as his stomach constantly gurgling and churning was already suspicious enough, so he held them in as best he could. The problem arose, however, that the gas and pressure of those unreleased burps he built up made his gut painfully tight. Grimacing, the college hunk rubbed his taut belly in a feeble attempt to quiet it. For such a little guy, Carter really could put up a fight.
Eventually, the urge to belch subsided as Gavin took deep breaths and finished cleaning up. The creaky handle turned, shutting the water off, and Gavin grabbed his towel from outside the curtain, drying himself off, taking extra care to rub his gut in the process. Going through the motions, Gavin equipped his pajama pants, forgoing a shirt, as nothing would be able to fit over his Carter-filled belly, and he walked back to his room. Nobody in the showers seemed to have caught a glimpse of him as far as he could tell, and only one guy out in the hallway saw his enormous gut swaying back and forth and gurgling like it had never eaten a meal in its life. Gavin gave a small smirk at the guy, and he quickly backed away and retreated into his room, not wanting to engage with Gavin and his apparently insatiable appetite. That was fine by him, as Carter had been a pretty satisfying meal anyway.
Falling onto the plush covers of his bed, Gavinâs belly sloshed violently. The college student rubbed slow circles over the tight swell and moaned in appreciation, âFuck, CarterâURRRRRPPPPPâyou filled me up so good. Who wouldâve thought you were so delicious. And you feel so good in thereâUUURRRRPPPPPP.â
Now the belches were coming out in deep, lazy barrages of gluttony. Somewhere along the lines, Carter had stopped moving, and Gavin was taken aback by how quickly his stomach got to work on him. He knew the little guy wouldnât have that much fight in him, but his belly had knocked him out so fast he barely even got the opportunity to struggle. As digestive juices filled his stomach chamber and his stomach lining started kneading Carter into nutrients, Gavin laid back with his hands behind his head, watching his belly slowly work Carter down into nothing but a soup of bones and fuel.
Gavinâs last belch brought up a bright white skull, gleaming with the evidence of a digested Carter. Gavin chuckled, picking it up and wiping away the juices it was soaked in. âWow, little bro. You didnât even try to escape your fate. Respect.â
Hefting himself up off his bed, Gavin deposited the skull on a shelf that he kept to commemorate his meals. Six other skulls already sat there, too recently placed to have collected any dust. With Carterâs skull taking its place among Gavinâs other victims, the predator stood back to admire the work his gut had done on all of these guys heâs swallowed up.
âShit,â Gavin chortled, âwe gotta get a handle on our appetite,â he spoke to his gut, which growled in response. âItâs only the second week of school, and look how much damage weâve done. Ah well,â the nonchalant pred yawned, âthatâs a problem for future me.â
Gavin stretched, yawned, patted his belly, and plopped himself back onto his bed, watching his stomach hypnotically as Carter slowly melted away, getting absorbed by Gavinâs body. As the ball-belly shrank, Gavin slowly drifted to sleep, letting the gurgles and churns lull the predatory man into a contented slumber, restoring his energy for hopefully another meal tomorrow.
Ethan groaned as he laid his weary body on his bed; finishing a full workout with an entire living man in your belly is bound to wear anyone out. He'd met his snack, whose name he'd already forgotten, over by the treadmills at the gym looking nervous and out of his depth. He was a newbie, who joined the gym to build some muscle and his confidence. little did he know Ethan had other plans
"Well... That was an absolute killer today buddy!" Ethan said to his empty bedroom, looking down at his round and heavy stomach. "I told you it would feel good to feed yourself to my body as a protein kick!"
He'd given the poor lad some fake story about how newbies at the gym were always fed to the veteran members for their first day as a kind of 'initiation.'
"Yeah well I'm just glad it's over now, it's not exactly roomy in here" the snack said, shifting around in Ethan's tight stomach as the walls moulded and squeezed themselves around his body. "So what happens now? Do you just spit me out or do you have to make yourself sick or something?" He asked, a little disgusted at the thought of either.
"Oh no, you're not getting out of here" Ethan said, letting out a lazy belch that filled the room. "You're gonna be my little protein boost for the next couple of months, I've slowed my motabolism so I can get as much benefit from you as possible!" He chuckled, rubbing his belly as he felt his prey start to panic at his words.
"Months?! I can't stay in here that long!" I've got a job and a life in the outside world!" Ethan's meal shouted, muffled by the layers of fat and muscle he'd been sealed behind.
"Oh you don't have to worry about the outside world anymore buddy, prey boys like you have their fate sealed once I open my mouth and take them in" Ethan laughed, letting out another substantial "BOUUURP!" "But don't worry you'll get real aquainted with my body while you're in there! It's going to take real good care of you. And once you've been used up you'll just slip away and become a part of it, so enjoy yourself while you still can!" He laughed.
The unfortunate prey inside of Ethan could only kick and scream in protest as his body was gradually consumed. If things were tight and uncomfortable now, he knew things were only going to get a lot worse as the months went by.
The incessant knocking on Kyle's door reverberated through his apartment, each thud intensifying the curiosity and irritation etched across his face. As he approached the peephole, he saw two individuals in suits, their expressions serious, the weight of an unusual task etched on their features. He reluctantly opened the door, skepticism emanating from his eyes.
"Kyle?" the first agent asked, holding up an official-looking device for verification.
"Yeah, that's me. What's this about?" Kyle grumbled, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.
The second agent sighed, a weariness in his voice. "Kyle, this isn't easy for us either." They gave each other a slight look, "Look, we're here because of Dawson's last meal request. He asked specifically for you."
A moment of awkward silence went by, Kyle not fully comprehending. "By law, we need to shrink you and take you to him."
Kyle's eyes widened, and he leaned back, hoping this was some absurd prank. "Hold on, you're telling me I'm on the menu for some death row guy? Are you being for real?"
Both agents exchanged glances, a shared acknowledgment of the surreal nature of their mission. The first agent spoke, "Dead serious, Kyle. Dawson's last meal is, well, you."
Kyle laughed nervously, searching for any sign that this was a prank, but the agents' stony expressions persisted. "This has to be a fucking joke, right? You two bought these outfits to fuck with people?"
The second agent shook his head, showing official badges that certified their government affiliation. "We wish it were a joke, Kyle. This is the law, and... Well, it's happening whether you want it or not."
In a desperate attempt to shut out the surreal intrusion, Kyle slammed the door shut, pouring all his strength into resisting the inevitable. But the agents, with a calculated and practiced force, countered, pushing back against the door, and it swung back open, knocking Kyle off balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, swearing vehemently.
"Get the fuck off me, assholes!" Kyle shouted as they ambushed him, "I still have my rights!"
The first agent, unfazed by Kyle's protests, retorted, "You have the right to be someone's last meal, buddy. Now quit resisting, or it's gonna get real ugly for you."
In the midst of the struggle, the second agent grabbed a syringe from his pocket. "Hold still, Kyle. This will be a lot easier for everyone if you just cooperate."
"Like hell, I will!" Kyle yelled, desperately trying to break free. He managed to shout for help, hoping someone in the hallway would intervene, but his cries seemed to vanish into the empty corridor.
The first agent rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, we're just doing our job. This will happen one way or another."
The second agent, seizing the moment, injected the shrinking liquid into Kyle's forearm. The effects were almost immediate. Kyle's body began to shrink rapidly, his clothes sagging around him as he tumbled to the ground.
"Fuck... you," Kyle managed to stammer before beginning to shrink rapidly.
As the shrinking process took hold, Kyle felt an odd sensation throughout his body. It started as a tingling in his extremities, a strange vibration that gradually enveloped him. His surroundings shifted; the once-familiar dimensions of his apartment now transformed into a vast and towering landscape.
The agents loomed above him, their figures expanding to colossal proportions. Every detail of their faces, their clothing, became magnified as if he were viewing them through an ever-zooming lens. The ambient sounds around him intensified, a cacophony of footsteps in the hallway now resembling distant thunder.
Kyle's clothes, initially snug, began to loosen and slide off his diminishing form. The fabric sagged like oversized drapes, eventually abandoning his shrinking frame altogether. Soon, he found himself entirely exposed, his nakedness accentuating the vulnerability of his reduced size.
The room, once comfortable and familiar, now assumed an alien quality. The furniture, once easily reachable, became insurmountable obstacles. The texture of the carpet transformed into a vast expanse, the fibers now strands that were difficult to navigate.
The agent, his colossal hand blotting out the surroundings, swiftly closed in on Kyle. The once-mighty punches that Kyle could deliver were now feeble, like the flailing of a helpless insect. With a deft motion, the agent scooped him up, his grasp securing around Kyle's diminished form.
Struggling within the confines of the agent's grip, Kyle found himself powerless against the giant force that now controlled his fate. The agent, nonchalant and almost indifferent to Kyle's tiny struggles, deposited him into a clear, sealed zip-bag.
Through the transparent barrier, Kyle could see the agent's face, looming large and expressionless. The casual yet authoritative tone persisted as the agent remarked, "Be grateful he didn't ask for you to be cooked." The implication of such a statement hung in the air, emphasizing the grim reality of his situation, as he zipped it shut.
Hours later, the legal rigmarole finally concluded, Kyle found himself delivered to the designated death row inmate. The muscular, toned man wore the standard orange inmate clothing, his blue eyes sharp and piercing. His dirty blonde hair and slight facial hair added a rugged edge to his appearance. The chiseled jaw and the smirk that played on his lips gave him a cruel demeanor.
As the zipped bag containing Kyle was handed over, the death row inmate's demeanor remained unapologetically harsh. "âBout fuckin' time you got here. Was gettin' real hungry," he declared with a casual yet menacing tone. The implication was clear â Kyle was not just a shrunken man; he was a meal, a dehumanized object to be consumed and cruelly teased, his whole life turned upside-down in an instant based on the whims of a criminal, as law had it.
Dawson unzipped the bag, revealing the shrunken Kyle. The inmate's large, calloused hand grabbed him, his grip firm and unyielding. There was no gentleness in his touch, only a cruel sense of control.
He held Kyle up, eyeing him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look at you, all fuckin' tiny. Little shit. You thought you were special, didn't ya?" Dawson's words dripped with cruel teasing, as if reveling in the degradation of his prey. "Well, you're just a meal for me, and let me tell ya, it's gonna fuckin' suck."
Dawson's laughter echoed, a harsh sound that matched the cruel amusement in his eyes. He brought Kyle closer to his face, his breath hot and heavy. "You're gonna feel every bit of pain as I chew on you, and then, buddy, the real fun starts when you slide down my throat. Most painful fuckin' digestion you can imagine."
The casual tone of his threats, peppered with obscenities, heightened the brutality of the situation. There was no mercy in Dawson's words, only a brutal honesty about the agony that awaited Kyle.
Kyle squirmed desperately in Dawson's grasp, his small form doing little against the inmate's powerful hold. "Please, man, you can't do this! I'm a fucking person, not your damn snack!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of fear and desperation.
Dawson only laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the small space between them. "Oh, you're a person, alright. A person 'bout to become my next meal. A person âbout to be dead.â Dawson gave Kyle a clear view of his abs, before speaking again. âSee that, little fucker? Thatâs where youâre goinâ. And thatâs where youâre fuckinâ dyinâ.â
Kyle, in protest, physically struggled against the giant man's brutal grasp. Dawson chuckled at Kyle's feeble squirms. "Aw, ain't you a little fighter?" He squeezed his tiny captive tighter, relishing the feeling of the struggles against his palm. "Guess it don't matter how much you fight, you're endin' up in my gut anyway."
He lifted Kyle closer to his face, opening his mouth wide. "Take a good fuckin' whiff, 'cause you're gonna be smellin' a lot more of it soon." Dawson huffed in Kyle's face, his breath hot and tainted with the scent of the impending doom that awaited him. He smirked at Kyle's discomfort, finding perverse pleasure in the psychological torment.
"Fuck, that stinks!" Kyle said, the smell being more suffocating due to his small lung size. "You can't do this, you're violating my rights as an upstanding citizen."
"The law ain't gonna save your tiny ass, being a law-abiding citizen was what got you here in the first place." Dawson taunted. "You're just another meal for me, a criminal eatin' up a supposed 'civil' citizen. Life's a bitch, ain't it?" The casual cruelty in Dawson's tone only intensified the despair of the situation, his words a relentless reminder of the power he held over Kyle's fate.
Dawson's tongue snaked around Kyle, pulling him into the hot, cavernous expanse of his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a mixture of saliva and the remnants of Dawson's last meal, probably from yesterday. The smell, a pungent blend of mouth odor and saliva, hung heavily in the air.
As Dawson sucked on Kyle, his tongue pressed against him, the firm grip restricting any chance of escape. The saliva clung to Kyle's naked form, making his struggles more futile with each passing second. Dawson reveled in the feeling of his tiny captive squirming, the vibrations of his movements causing him immense pleasure.
Then came the chewing. Dawson didn't hold back; he bit down with force, causing sharp pain to radiate through Kyle's diminutive body. The pressure was enough to bruise, to inflict injury, but not to end him. Each chew bit down harder, causing evident bruising on his body.
"Fuck!" Kyle's pained expletive escaped through the chaotic mess of Dawson's chewing, his teeth pressing down on him from top and bottom, coated with saliva and unrelenting in their biting.
Dawson grinned, feeling the distress coursing through Kyle. "Ain't it somethin', bein' chewed up alive? You're just a lil' appetizer before the real show in my gut." The malice in his tone amplified the horror, making each chew a brutal punctuation mark in the merciless consumption of Kyle.
Dawson continued his nonchalant demeanor as Kyle slid down his throat, the struggling form creating an evident bulge in the muscular curve of Dawson's neck. The descent was a hot, tight journey into the core of the beast, the casual cruelty persisting even as the tiny man entered the churning depths of Dawson's stomach.
The sensation of Kyle arriving in the stomach was marked by a distinct, guttural sound.
"BuUuRp!"
Escaped from Dawson's lips, a casual belch that coincided with the finality of Kyle's journey. The stomach walls embraced Kyle, the heat and pressure intensifying as he settled into the acidic pool. Dawson, seemingly unfazed, leaned back, savoring the moment as he patted his now-filled belly.
"Agreed to let 'em keep me alive until you're digested. Don't think you're gonna have a quick end, Kyle."
Dawson, smirking with a cruel glint in his eye, decided to make it more personal. He placed a flat hand against his abdominal muscles, his abs bulging out slightly due to the tiny's presence. "Now, little man, let's have some fuckin' fun."
With a sudden flex of his abdominal muscles, Dawson tightened his stomach around Kyle. The pressure was immense, a crushing force that left Kyle gasping for breath. Dawson's abs, chiseled and defined, clenched with power. The cruel twist of a smile adorned Dawson's face as he relished in Kyle's agony.
Kyle, caught in the throes of the stomach squeeze, couldn't help but swear through gritted teeth. "Fuck you, you sadistic asshole!"
Dawson's laughter filled the air as he continued to tighten his stomach around Kyle. "Squeezin' the life outta ya with my abs, and you're weak as fuck, can't do shit about it from in there."
As Dawson flexed and squeezed, Kyle's body contorted with the pressure. It was an excruciating experience, made worse by the casual cruelty of Dawson's actions. Each flex of those powerful abs seemed to mock Kyle's pain, turning the entire ordeal into a sadistic game for Dawson's amusement. The air was filled with Kyle's pained cries and the giant's taunts.
After excruciating minutes, Dawson let his stomach muscles relax and his abs bulged out slightly again. Kyle felt the squeeze subside, but his body was sore from how crushing it was. His body was now soaked entirely with acid, his skin beginning to tingle, and only now is he comprehending how much pain he's going to be in for the rest of his life.
As the hours unfolded, Dawson's stomach initiated its relentless assault on Kyle's diminutive form. The digestive acids wasted no time, greedily working through the soft flesh and bones of the tiny man. Kyle, now thoroughly bathed in the corrosive juices, experienced an agonizing digestion.
Dawson, nonchalant as ever, let out a casual chuckle, his tone laced with a cruel amusement. "Must be real cozy in there, huh? Feeling the burn?" He patted his own belly, relishing the discomfort he knew Kyle must be enduring.
The graphic scene inside Dawson's stomach unfolded with a visceral intensity. The acids burnt the outer layer of his skin, the pain unbearable as it seeped into his flesh and muscles, his body bleeding.
"Bet you're wishing you were back in your cozy apartment right about now, huh? Guess what, my body's your home sweet home now."
The relentless acids worked through muscle and sinew, reducing Kyle to a slushy mixture within the confines of Dawson's stomach. Kyle, despite his gradually-broken body, tried to fight back. Dawson, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, couldn't help but offer another biting remark. "You're really giving my abs a workout in there, buddy. Never had a meal fight back so much."
Indifferent to the struggles within, waited for the next few hours to unfold, knowing that the graphic digestion had only just begun.
The corrosive acids, now thoroughly acquainted with Kyle's form, continued their brutal assault. The digestive enzymes, having broken down the outer layers, were now penetrating deeper into the soft tissues, liquefying them with a gruesome efficiency.
Kyle's screams, now reduced to muffled cries, echoed within the fleshy chamber. His body, once whole, was succumbing to the merciless digestive process as he couldn't bear to speak anymore, only cry. The acidic fluid turned a disturbing shade of reddish-green as more of Kyle's blood bled out of him and into it.
"You must look a fuckin' mess in there." Dawson said, rubbing his hand over the small bulge of his stomach.
The graphic scenes unfolded in gruesome detail. The acid, now reaching the deeper recesses of Kyle's anatomy, worked through organs and tissues. The distinct scent of the digestion, a putrid amalgamation of bodily fluids, hung in the air within Dawson's gut.
Kyle's life was being snuffed out brutally in Dawson's gut, the final gasps of his existence silenced by the relentless tide of digestive brutality.
Dawson, indifferent to the life he had just extinguished, burped nonchalantly. The taste of Kyle's blood lingered in his mouth. "Fuck," Dawson huffed, "You're weak as shit."
Dawson lifted his orange inmate shirt, showcasing his toned abs. "Got fuckin' destroyed." He gave it a pat.
"Best last fuckin' meal and last fuckin' thing I do with my life." He said, very content with his choice of a last meal.
Iâve been itching to get eaten. There's nothing i'd love more than to become part of a bigger man, to get melted down and used to build his muscles and gut.
So, when I spotted this guy standing in the baseball dugout, I knew he had to be the one.
I mustered up the courage to come up to him after a couple minutes. I tapped his shoulder, but his eyes barely broke contact with the field.
"What's up, man?" His voice carried a note of irritation, clearly not wanting his focus to be interrupted.
In a mix of darting eyes and a shy tone, I asked him to eat me. Begged him, really. Swallow me up and digest me. Pack me away in that belly he had poking out and make it bulge even bigger when he's done with me. Melt me down til i'm unrecognizable.
I guess I didn't realize how much he was interested in the game, because it seemed like he barely registered my words. He gave me a fleeting glance before responding.
"Uhh...sure. Gimme till 7th inning."
I excused myself and went back to my seat on the bleachers, counting down the minutes. Though, I forgot how slow baseball could be...and the bleachers were pretty comfortable. My eyes drooped, and eventually shut.
...I was suddenly jolted awake when I felt a hand gripping my wrist and dragging me.
"Ya wanna get mulched or not, man?? Come on. We only got 5 minutes."
I eventually gained back my balance, following my soon-to-be predator. His grip on my arm remained tight as he guided me to a more secluded area, away from the ongoing game.
Before I knew it, I was pressed up against the wall, the bearded man close up in my face. We were eye to eye, his face hardened and tough as he leaned over me. A musky, cedar-y scent hit my nostrilsâthe manâs scent. I breathed slow and heavy, taking it in.
âSo, you really wanna be eaten?â
I nodded, smiling.
âThis better be what you really want, man. Cause thereâs only one way out, and itâs not the way you came.â
A warm feeling started to pool in my stomach, and I sighed. This was all I wanted. I nodded, and the moment I did, something changed in his eyes. He smirked, and his grip on my shoulders tightened.
âWell, then, I guess Iâll give you what you asked for.â
His smile got wider, wider, widerâŚand suddenly, my whole world went dark.
I was packed away in the manâs stomach in two minutes flat. It was pretty impressive, actually, how quickly he ate me. Never underestimate a guyâs commitment to his game.
Before I could start to orient myself, I felt a hard whack hit my back, and some rubbing. My predator was enjoying his catch.
He belched thickly and licked his chops. âAhh, that was nice. Iâm glad you offered yourself up for me, meat.â
I did my best to thank him, but between the gurgling and the layer of fat between me and the outside world, it was lost.
Not that my captor cared. He took a moment to enjoy his meal, pushing in the bulges of my head and feet popping out.
He did his best to pull his shirt over his new size, but the shirt barely stayed down over his chest. The man sighed, patting the belly again.
âAlright. I have to get back to the game now, so you just sit still and digest like good food ought to.â
I was happy to oblige.
My world bounced as my captor lumbered back to the field, doing his best to balance while carrying another 150 pounds on his midsection.
A few onlookers gawked at the manâs sudden change in size, but most were unbothered, much more worried about the game than its spectators.
I relished in the comfort of the warm belly as long as I could, eventually passing out due to the lack of air inside. My predator groaned and belched constantly, his gut working in overtime to melt me down.
I was slowly digested over the course of the game, leaving nothing but an extra three inches of fat around the manâs belly.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket while I was making my coffee and breakfast for the day. I saw my roommateâs name flash on the screen:
Hey man, I left my lunch, can you run it by my work today?
As much as I didnât like sharing an apartment with John, I couldnât help but always do favors for him, something about him made it impossible to ever refuse.
I quickly shot off a reply: yeah, Iâll bring it for ya, see you in a few hours.
As the morning ended & the afternoon started, I drove out to the farm my roommate worked on, and made note that no one else seemed to be in any of the barns or fields. As I parked, I called John & followed the instructions he gave me.
As I turned the corner, there he was, bent over the wheel of a tire with his jeans just below his ass.
âUh, hey, Iâm here.â The words felt stuck in my throat as I mentally drooled over what I was seeing.
John glanced behind him and smirked at me, âI know, and just in time, I was getting hungry. Before I eat my lunch, I have something for you,â he responded.
I couldnât believe this was happening. John had known I was gay for a few years now, since before we became roommates. Iâd never hit on him, and thought I kept my gawking at him subtle and unnoticed. Maybe I was wrong?
âI was always taught to eat your meal before dessert, but how do you feel about some cake?â His voice sounded genuine, and he wiggled his ass my way.
âUh, I donât know man. I donât want things to be awkward between us after.â I could feel myself blushing, warmth spreading not just across my cheeks but my entire body.
âIâm not worried about what happens after. Iâve seen you looking at me. I thought you might want to finally get to taste what youâve been drooling over.â His confidence was hard to ignore, there was no hesitation, I was the only one making this something weird.
The breeze in the air changed directions, and it was like I was suddenly swimming in his musk. Iâd become familiar enough with his scent to know it was him, and heâd never smelt more intoxicating. I thought I was glued to the spot until I came back to the moment as my knees hit the ground, as I was kneeling behind him, his ass on display in front of me, and my mouth nearly watering from how turned on I was.
âGood boy. Donât worry, you can start with a kiss on the cheeks. We donât have to rush this.â As his voice washed over me, I could feel the warmth intensify, and without thinking about it I felt my lips make contact with his meaty cheeks, one at a time.
His ass felt warm, and smelt even more incredible when I was closer. What started as simple pecks, became at attempt to make out with his cheeks, I could feel their muscles beneath his fat flexing and moving as they responded to my touch.
âGo ahead, I know what you want to do, and Iâm tired of waiting for it. Kiss my shit hole, make out with it.â His voice became more stern than it had, but I couldnât disobey him. I spread each cheek with one of my hands, and felt another wave of warmth radiate from John as I spread them open & revealed his hole. It was beautiful.
I started by quickly running my tongue along the crack, feeling his sweaty cheeks leaving my face wet. Then as my tongue touched his hole, I started to make out with his shit hole. As I lost myself in the moment, I felt something strange happen. My tongue had easily been going in and out of his hole, but suddenly itâs like his ass was starting to pull me in.
I felt the pressure increase around my head as I found myself to my shoulders in his ass. I knew I should be fighting, trying to get out, but as I heard Johnâs moans and became overwhelmed with the warmth of being in his hole, I became more frenzied. His hole started to work me further in, swallowing my torso within a few minutes, John moaning as he swallowed me more and more.
Eventually, I felt his hole working to swallow me as my hard cock was pressing against his hole. I felt John rock back and forth a few times before I slid even further in, an orgasm washing over my entire being like Iâd never felt before. I was truly lost, only focused on being inside John as quickly as I can. I started kicking my feet to force myself in for him.
âgood luck in there, man, but in 24 hours, weâre going to learn if you can reform or if I leave you a steaming digested pile of waste in your bathroom.â I heard his words, muffled but still discernible.
I knew I should keep fighting, especially knowing this is likely ending in my own death, but as I felt my feet slip into Johnâs hole, and I was surrounded by his body, I knew I was right where I wanted to be.
John let out a belch, his body squeezing me even tighter as I felt the familiar rhythm of a man jerking off: âyou made a good meal, man, I hope you reform, but if not, it was worth it.â
Before I figured out that Iâm only happy when Iâm torturing twinks mashing my big solid sweaty muscle ass on a pretty jail bait face⌠I was so frustrated. But now that I know how to get myself so high Iâm in the stratosphere. You canât image how good it feels hearing the moans as you smell my workout. Makes my hairs stand up hearing you moan and struggle to handle that grown man ass stench. Hearing you groan and whine but beg for more! I like watching how hard you get⌠then the faces you make while I ride you. 19. Hung. Fucking stupid⌠I love when you start wincing as I slam my ass up and down so hard your balls take a beating. You laying their under me, trapped between the pleasure on that boy pole and the pain of your sac getting beaten by these glutes. You look so fucking dumb I swear ha! Itâs amazing, the way you start blithering and begging âyes please ow it feels so good more butt Sir please boo boo booooo more but blah blah blahâ back in my day you woulda ridden the short bus to school⌠Godâs got a sense of humor! He gave you a horse cock and a koala brain. You called yourself a bottom when I first met youâŚI guess now youâre a dildo bottom? Doesnât matter, point is you serve me and my ass. You better keep control of yourself, itâs been too cold to shower every day⌠I didnât shower after yesterdayâs work outâŚactually maybe I havenât showered since Wednesday. I know the funkier I am the faster you nut but donât you get premature on me. You know Iâll just keep riding until Iâm satisfied. Last time you were in tears after I kept riding you when you came without permission⌠thatâs the joy of a 19 year old cock. Doesnât matter what happens it stays hard!
Ryan was a pretty hungry pred. He absolutely loved grabbing prey and shoving them up his ravenous ass. He never would have imagined a scenario where one of his prey offered himself up to his member as a sacrifice to a greater good. "Wow, I am thankful for such a quick catch, don't worry, I'll make good use for you..." he said looking back in a smug manner. You spread his cheeks open, nuzzled your face into his tight, tense hole, and let it slowly swallow you up, as you dove in. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Until you weren't seen anymore. The only trace of your absence was a faint smell of you that Ryan's ass farted out in a loud blast. *FBBRTTTT*
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