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[ballbellypig]

[eatmecoward]

Alan was always on the prowl for young men, not only for a good lay, but for a good meal. If it wasn't clear from his large, bearish figure, he had a big appetite. It just so happens his appetite was for... more "lively" meals.

His latest mark: the neighbors' college age son, Jon.

The bearish man had seen him outside in the Summer heat, shirtless and doing yardwork. Alan started small and slow, bringing Jon a glass of cold lemonade or a towel to dry himself off with. As the Summer went on, it progressed to inviting him over for lunch and asking for help with his own yardwork.

After weeks of preparation, the perfect opportunity presented itself: Jon's parents were leaving for a week-long trip, and he was staying to look after the house.

Over the weeks leading up to it, Alan had caught onto a couple of things, which ensured his latest prey would be an easy catch. The first, was that the young man couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Alan. The second was that he was far too trusting.

Alan decided to make his move the third day after Jon's parents had left.

"Dinner? Yeah, I could do that!" Jon said as he finished throwing some weeds in the bin. "It'd be nice to be around someone with my parents gone for the week."

"It's a date then!" Alan replied with a grin.

"Hm? Y-Yeah!" The younger man's tone turned sheepish and his cheeks burned-- Both from embarrassment, and the Summer heat.

A couple of very tasty steaks later, and Alan had his prey on the ropes. The two had a few drinks and eventually the bearish man ended up on the edge of his bed, the neighbors' son in his lap, kissing him deeply.

Things escalated and Alan was pleased to give his meal a "cream filling" before he helped himself to the main course.

Jon tried to protest, but even though he had a decently athletic build, it was for nothing. Alan's gullet dragged the doomed boy down, down, down, into the caustic tank of Alan's belly. He knelt on his bed, gut squirming and bulging outward.

"Fuck, Jon..." He grunted and moaned, "Keep squirmin' for me, boy! I wanna see if ya can make me cum again before yer nothin' but dead meat!~"

[dodeedodoesatumblin]

Picture provided by @vorelover23

Cody was a young, up and coming pred in his local area. He started on the leaner side of guys and gradually worked his way gulping down to more muscular than.

So Cody was feeling confident when he got a notification from the Gurglr app from someone named “Chubbstuffed”:

Ch: “Looking for someone who can handle all this meat? You down?”

Cody got a picture from the guy. Big boy indeed, biggest he’s even held a conversation with, his stomach grumbled. He needed this guy in his gut badly.

Fast forward and Cody opens the door and is greeted by the large man.

“It’s Thomas.” The man says as he lets himself in.

Cody and Thomas have a polite conversation, Thomas takes time scoping out the rooms and such before Cody leads him to the living room.

“I can handle a guy like you.” He says with a grin as he helps undress Thomas.

“Enjoy.” Thomas says. Keeping the conversation brief as he sits on a chair and offers himself to Cody.

Cody works his magic, he opens wide and takes Thomas feet in his mouth as he proceeds to open wide and stuff the big man down his throat.

All the while, Thomas just gave a wicked grin, not even phased as his body slowly sank into Cody.

Heck, even Thomas helped by keeping his arms pinned as wiggled downwards until he was no more.

Cody gulped and swallowed and finally let out a happy moan as Thomas was curled up in his gut.

After letting Thomas settle, Cody finally stood up and struggled to sit in the chair Thomas was just sitting at, what with the size of the man and all.

Cody, still prouder than ever realized what time it was and lugged himself off to bed, by morning time Thomas would be nothing more than glorious belly fat.

Hours rolled by, Cody was struggling to sleep, Thomas was still bobbing around in there.

The discomfort was starting to be noticeable.

“Calm down in there buddy, you’re my meal now..” as he tried to go back to sleep.

But Thomas was becoming more and more active, causing Cody to become more and more uncomfortable.

Cody tried to focus on digestion, rubbing his stomach is circles, but an internal body blow took the wind out of Thomas.

Then blow after blow inside, his stomach was rattled by the feeling.

Cody rolled off the side of the bed, the pain was increasing. He tried begging Thomas to calm down, but he finally couldn’t help it no more.

That’s when the worst feeling happened.

Cody tilted forward and he felt the bulge of Thomas rise up from his esophagus as he had the displeasure of seeing Thomas come outwards as his large meal was now back out into the world, covered in stomach juices as Cody gripped his stomach in pain, unable to process what just happened.

“Heh, that was fun. Now watch how you’re really supposed to do it.”

Thomas came and pushed Cody back on the bed as he grabbed his legs and stuffed them in his mouth.

Cody struggled weakly as it didnt really dawn on him the danger he was in, yet he was too weak to properly fight.

He would only cry and whimper and beg Thomas not to eat him as he was made a meal instead as he was sent down Thomas gut in several large gulps.

Thomas grinned as he swallowed the rest of Cody down and rubbed his belly with Cody barely struggling.

Realizing now that he should clean himself up, he waddled to Cody’s bathroom and came back to Cody’s living room to admire himself.

“Works everytime with you guys, eyes too big for your head and now look at you. Enjoy being a real preds meal Cody.”

[tytovore-deactivated20171121]

Mack wished his son had listened to him, really he did. “Trust me, you won’t like it” he’d warned the boy, “It’s not at all like you’re imagining” he’d said again and again each time his son had asked. And what should’ve been the biggest deterrent of all: “It’s a one way trip, once you’re in my tank you’re not coming out again.” He’d say in a very serious voice, “You’ll be digested in there like any other food, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant process.”

Still, the foolish boy hadn’t been daunted. He continued to beg his dad at every opportunity, going on and on about how he wanted to end up inside his pop’s big hairy belly, and how he loved the idea that he’d be adding to his father’s waistline. Damn, the kid was acting like it was a ride at fucking Disney land instead of his dad swallowing and digesting him. No matter how many times Mack told his son exactly what would happen if he swallowed him alive, the boy just wouldn’t listen, claiming over and over that he was totally fine with what would happen to him once inside his father’s hungry gut. Finally, on the night of his 18th birthday, and with the assistance of a fair amount of alcohol, Mack relented.

Half an hour later, Mack looked down, shaking his head sadly at his massive gut as it bulged and shook with his son’s attempts at struggling within. He could clearly make out his boy’s cries, telling him he’d changed his mind and begging his father to let him out. Stupid, stupid kid… Mack had warned him so many times that it wouldn’t be anything like he’d imagined in all his strange fantasies. No doubt the boy had expected a pleasant, warm slide into a nice stretchy stomach, where the walls were pillowy and soft and they hugged him lightly while he drifted off to sleep. The reality, which Mack had tried to explain to him, was much harsher. The poor boy really had no idea what he was in for when he’d begged his father to eat him. Mack could tell right away that he’d been shocked by the sweltering heat of his dad’s insides as he started to swallow him, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his tight throat, and the boy definitely hadn’t been prepared to be stuffed into his foul smelling, churning gut, which did stretch, but only enough to accommodate the kid, and even then just barely. The muscles of Mack’s stomach walls were far from soft as they squeezed him tightly in a painfully crushing and almost suffocating embrace while the acrid air stung his eyes and burned his nose and lungs with each breath. All the while the slick liquid that had been spreading over his body as his father’s gut churned over him was beginning to cause his skin to itch and burn.

Mack knew the exact moment his boy was experiencing all of this and came to the conclusion that his father was indeed right, that this crushing, acidic, disgusting chamber wasn’t anything like he’d imagined. It was, as his dad had said, a hellish and a terrifying place to spend your last moments. That’s when the boy had started to squirm and shout for his dad to let him out, at first in a sort of “Hey dad, I guess I don’t like this after all” kind of voice, fully expecting Mack to release him and to receive a stern lecture about listening to his dad’s warnings. It was only when his father had informed him that, no, he wouldn’t be coming back out and that he’d be digested just like he’d warned him, that the boy really started to panic.

Mack watched his gut bounce and shake as his son thrashed and begged for release inside the fleshy prison. No doubt his powerful stomach was already starting to work on him, the muscular clenches of his stomach walls becoming rougher and more powerful, and the itching sensation most likely at the point where it transitioned to a painful burning sensation as his acids did their job. He sighed, rubbing over his bulging belly as his son’s cries became more desperate and his struggles intensified and became frantic, and decided to take pity on the foolish kid. No, he wouldn’t be letting him out though, his son’s fate had been sealed the moment his head had slipped past his father’s lips, Mack’s gut had claimed the boy and he was just a meal now, family or not. Mack would however, give his son a small bit of mercy; Usually he’d enjoy his meal’s struggles for as long as they lasted, but it was his own son in his gut this time. Yes, he’d be digested just like anything else he put in his belly, but Mack didn’t like the idea of his boy suffering unnecessarily, so he pressed his hands the squirming, fleshy dome of his gut and pressed down. He felt all the air he’d swallowed down with his son rush back up his throat and erupt from his mouth in a massive, and very satisfied, belch. “Uuuuuuurrrrrrp!”

Moments later, all was still within his gut. It was far from quiet though as it gurgles and churned loudly over the motionless form of his kid. Mack laid back, one hand idly rubbing over his gurgling belly as he let out another soft belch that tasted slightly of his son turned meal. Mack slept soundly through the night as his stomach did its job, the bulges the boy made becoming less defined, rounding out, and his massive hairy belly slowly shrinking as the hours passed and his son was efficiently digested.

[tiny-the-husky]

Best vore story ever!

[aceobserver]

(ID: ???)

I’ve 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 nostrils—the man’s scent. I breathed slow and heavy, taking it in.

“So, you really wanna be eaten?”

I nodded, smiling.

“This better be what you really want, man. Cause there’s only one way out, and it’s not the way you came.”

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.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll give you what you asked for.”

His smile got wider, wider, wider…and suddenly, my whole world went dark.

I was packed away in the man’s stomach in two minutes flat. It was pretty impressive, actually, how quickly he ate me. Never underestimate a guy’s 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. “Ahh, that was nice. I’m glad you offered yourself up for me, meat.”

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.

“Alright. I have to get back to the game now, so you just sit still and digest like good food ought to.”

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 man’s 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 man’s belly.

[stillfoodforguys]

If I’m ever in a bad mood or struggling with the cold weather, I can rely on my husband to offer his belly as a warm place to relax. I did spend years fattening him up into the beautiful bear he is today, so it’s only fair I get to enjoy the thing I’ve put so much work into.

That being said, it was his idea to start swallowing me in the first place. I always suspected he might have more selfish desires that need satisfaction, given the way that he licks and tastes my body as I travel through his throat. No complaints from me, as the feeling of his wet tongue lathering me up before getting slowly enveloped by his warm, soft insides is an absolute dream come true.

Occasionally if the mood strikes, he’ll make it even more pleasurable by getting me off once I’m halfway inside him. He coils his tongue around my shaft and strokes it back and forth, while both hands grab my ass and work his fingers firmly into my cheeks to massage me. It doesn’t take too long for me to cum down his throat, my legs shortly following my load down into his stomach where everything settles.

Again, I suspect this is done for more selfish reasons in order to add some flavour to his temporary snack. But it’s worth it when I’m finally wrapped up in his fat belly, caring solely about the safe embrace that only my partner can provide.

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

Private Sauna Stream

I sat on the top wooden bench in the private sauna, sweat dripping down my muscular back as I held my phone up, filming my reflection in the mirror. The blue cap was still backwards on my head, and the intense heat had my whole body shining. The camera light was on — I was live.

“Yo, what’s up guys,” I said with a cocky smirk, flexing my back a little for the viewers. “Sauna recovery stream is popping off tonight. Y’all kept begging for something crazy… so I brought a special guest.”

Behind me, the nervous but eager fan who’d paid for private access was kneeling on the lower bench. He thought he was just gonna watch me sweat and maybe get a close-up or two.

He was wrong.

I glanced back at him, then turned to the camera again. “Say hi to tonight’s meal, chat.”

Before he could react, I leaned forward, reached back with both hands, and spread my thick, sweaty cheeks wide. My hole was already slick from the heat. I pressed my ass right against his face and flexed hard.

SCHLRRRRP.

His head slipped inside me with almost no resistance. The rush of tight, burning heat around him made me groan loudly, deep and satisfied. I kept the phone steady, still recording everything as I slowly pushed back, working his shoulders past my greedy ring.

“Fuuuuck… feel that, boys?” I panted, voice husky. “He’s going in live on stream.”

I rocked my hips deliberately, feeding more of him inside. His muffled screams vibrated nicely through my guts as my powerful ass swallowed his chest, then his waist. The stretch felt incredible. Every squirm, every panicked push of his hands against my cheeks only made me harder and more turned on.

I reached back, grabbed his hips, and shoved firmly.

GLRRRP—SHLLLUUUP.

His legs kicked wildly for a few seconds before I flexed one last time and sucked them completely inside. My hole closed tight, and my stomach ballooned outward instantly — heavy, round, and obviously full. The clear shape of his curled-up body pressed against the inside of my gut.

I leaned back against the sauna wall, breathing hard, and turned the camera toward my swollen belly. I rubbed it slowly, showing off every detail to the live audience.

“Look at that…” I chuckled, giving my stuffed gut a firm slap that made it wobble. “He went from fan to full belly in under two minutes. Chat is going crazy right now.”

I relaxed on the bench, sweat still rolling down my back and shoulders, gently massaging the heavy, squirming bulge in my stomach while the sauna stayed nice and hot.

“He’s safe in there… for now,” I told the camera with a wicked grin. “But I’m keeping him packed away until this stream ends. Might let him out later… or maybe I’ll just carry him home like this.”

I gave my gut another possessive rub as it gurgled loudly around its new occupant.

“Best tip I’ve ever gotten. Thanks for the content, bro.”

The live chat was exploding as I sat there, shirtless, sweaty, cap still on, proudly showing off my full belly to thousands of viewers.

Best sauna stream yet.

[johnnyathens]

Έπεσε πείνα

[preyposition]

It was undeniable, my college roommate was one of the most attractive men I’d ever laid my eyes on.

When we were paired at the start of my sophomore year, I was worried. My roommate was a college jock on a full-ride scholarship, and he only went to college because it’s what he was supposed to do if he planned to become a professional player. I only received a little bit of financial assistance, and was trying to work towards becoming an engineer, having grown up in a poor family I was determined to do better for myself.

The first few weeks we roomed together, I’d find myself staring at him, and more specifically at his ass. I guess when your main focus is being the best football player you can be, your body is bound to be in incredible shape. It was odd though, considering I’d never been an “ass man,” and was a total bottom when it came to sex. After the first month passed, he’d started being more comfortable in the dorm and would walk around in only his underwear, either a jockstrap or compression shorts. Both of them accenting his ass and his bulge, some days I swear I was salivating at the sight of him. However, we didn’t really talk to one another much, there was this unspoken agreement that we were nothing more than roommates because of decisions we didn’t get a say in.

Around the time mid-terms started to roll around, I would stay up all hours of the night studying while he’d either be out partying, practicing, or fucking. What I didn’t expect was that we would both be gay, but more than once I’d overhear him on the phone talking about his latest conquest, how the twink or daddy didn’t stand a chance at resisting him and his charm. Not that I was keeping track, but just from what I’d heard or what he’d told me in passing, he was getting laid 3 or 4 times each week, AT LEAST.

One Sunday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk, headphones in my ears drowning out the noises of dorm life while I had my nose buried in a textbook trying to get formulas and theories to stick, yet the more I read the more it felt like they simply leaked from my mind. While I studied, my roommate was laid out on his bed, on his stomach, his ass exposed while he scrolled on his phone.

“Lucky fucking jerk,” I thought to myself, hating that I knew I’d have to study until my mind was numb while he was able to coast by in his classes.

As I kept trying to study, it felt like they air started to change in the dorm. For one, I could suddenly smell my roommate more than I’d smelt him before, even after his longest and sweatiest practices. It’s like he was right next to me, but when I glanced over, he was still there, scrolling, ignoring me. Then the air around me started to feel warmer than it did, but neither of us had changed the thermostat in the dorm room we shared.

Between the scent of his musk in the air and the heat, I couldn’t concentrate. I decided to take my shirt off, hoping maybe I could at least cool down and focus a little bit better on the task at hand. As I stripped off my shirt, I remained just a background object to my roomie, and I stayed just as warm, if not warmer, and it was as if his musk had gotten even more potent. I could feel his musk or something start to wrap itself around my mind, keeping me from focusing on my books.

As I fought the urge to stop studying, I somehow ended up stripped down to nothing but my socks, studying almost completely naked. I’d never been naked in front of my roommate before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.

Staring at my laptop screen, I found myself mindlessly staring at what might as well have been nothing, my left hand going to my cock and mindlessly playing with myself. Suddenly, the mindless source of pleasure became fueled by thoughts of what my roommates ass must taste like, how it would feel to bury my face between his cheeks and worship him. I glanced over at him, playing with myself, and noticed he’d started sweating and had a sheen of sweat across his body.

I stood from my desk, and felt my feet walking me towards my roommates bed, staring at his ass, mindlessly playing with my hard cock as I kept imagining what it would be like. Just one taste. That’s all. I’d let him report me to the dean, I’d let him beat the shit out of me if he wanted, I just needed one taste of him.

I stood at the edge of his bed, his musk hanging so thick in the air I couldn’t think of anything other than him.

“If you do what you’re thinking, there’s no coming back from it, at least not for you. Make sure it’s exactly what you want.” My roommate broke the silence, keeping his eyes on his phone.

I was caught off guard by his words, by his permission. Of course that’s what I wanted, I wanted one taste, that’s all. Hell, I didn’t even know what he meant by “no coming back from it,” but I hoped it meant that I’d get to make out with his sweaty and musky hole every single day for the rest of the semester, and if I was lucky it’d be the rest of the school year.

I knelt at the foot of his bed, his ass easily reachable, I took one cheek in each of my hands, and slowly parted them. I could feel the muscle beneath the thin layer of fat, and his musk intensified even more as his hole was exposed to the air around us. I felt my skin flush red with anticipation, my cock throbbing and dripping precum as I lowered my face between his cheeks.

My lips kissed the outside of each cheek, working my way closer and closer to his hole. Eventually, my lips brushed against his hole, and I started to kiss it. I didn’t kiss it because I wanted to eat him out, I was doing this because I needed to literally kiss his ass, to lower myself in relation to him, and what better way to do that than to kiss his actual asshole? As I started to make out with his hole, i flicked my tongue against his hole, tasting the sweet and earthy taste of a college jock who hadn’t showered since yesterday. Without thinking, I started to lick and devour his hole, moaning and grinding against his mattress.

After a couple of minutes, I tried to pull myself away to take a full breath of air, but found my lips almost glued to his hole, and they were being pulled towards him. Suddenly, his hole opened, slowly forcing my face into it. As my face entered his hole, it started to swallow my head, pressing me further into his ass and leaving me in a warm, wet, dark space. I was struck with fear, terror at what was happening, but I couldn’t stop being horny either. The more his ass swallowed my body, the hornier I got, slowly drowning out the fear. His hole swallowed my shoulders, then I could feel him working down my torso, and then a sudden wave of pleasure as my erect cock was forced into his hole.

As he swallowed my cock with his ass, the pleasure became unbearable as I shot load after load of cum, coating his insides, causing me to slide further into him with ease.

That’s when it happened, when I stopped being so horny and realized he was somehow eating me with his hole! What the fuck!

I started to try and yell, to scream, to punch my way out but I only found his insides squeezing me tighter and tighter, muffling my words, pulling me further into him. Eventually, I felt his hands on the soles of my feet as he shoved them into his hole.

“Heh, told you that you won’t be able to come back from it if you did it. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent, yet.” I heard my roommate’s words as they reverberated through him. Suddenly, I felt us both rolling over and he laid on his back, and I felt myself getting pulled somewhere.

Without much thinking, I knew exactly what was happening. His prostate was starting to throb and I felt myself being pulled towards his balls, and I got dropped into a pool of white and sticky fluid, his cum. As he started to jerk off, I felt his balls tighten, and the fluid around my sloshing about as his balls bounced.

“Fuck man, you feel so good being in me. Once I shoot my load, you’re never going to be who you were. What part of you doesn’t shoot out of me as a load of hot cum will be turned into size for my ass and my cock. How’s that sound? Not like I care, neither of us have a choice. This is just the way it is.” My roommate said as he was stroking with more eagerness to cum.

As much as I wanted to beg to be released and let back out and be who I was, the winning desire in my mind was the need for him to make me a part of him forever. What better life is there than the life of being used exactly as a predator wants for his own body?

[universallycolorfestival]

[eatmecoward]

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

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

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

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

[blackgayvore]

So I had intended on posting this the day after my April Fools caption, but some computer problems and real life shenanigans happened that delayed this project longer than I'd've liked. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

[hb24boy]

[lucaamatowrites]

My gym rat nephew is obsessed with getting all the protein he can get, and since I'm such a kind man, I make sure to give him as many protein shots as I can

[conchoronzon]

Turns out, I underestimated his need though. He claimed I wasn't giving him enough protein to really help out any more. I was trying to figure out if that meant he wanted me to get on zinc, fuck him more often, or slut him out to my gay friends, but that's when he grabbed my head and shoved it in his ass.

His wet hole stretched around me. The ring pulsed against my neck. Internal muscles pulled on my face. The load I'd just blasted in him was smushed against my mouth.

"I need all your protein, Unc. No hard feelings, yeah?"

He grunted, and his ass pulled me in deeper. His hole clung to my shoulders.

"Thanks for the meal!" my nephew sang as he downgraded me from his fuck-bud uncle to his ass food

[crimsonwalker-deactivated202607]

Late Night Gym Snack

I never should have stayed late at the gym.

The place was almost empty, just the low hum of the AC and the clank of weights somewhere in the distance. I’d been wiping down the mats near the free weights when he walked in—6’3” of pure, sweat-glistening muscle, gray tank top stretched tight across his wide back, and those electric-blue compression shorts hugging the biggest, roundest ass I’d ever seen on a man. The way the fabric clung to him, stretched thin over those heavy glutes… it was impossible not to stare.

He dropped onto the mat right in front of me, face down, ass up, legs spread just enough that the seam of his shorts disappeared between those thick cheeks. He started doing some kind of glute bridge or hip thrust—each rep making his ass flex and bounce, the blue material riding up higher every time.

I tried to look away. I really did.

Then he glanced back over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his neck, and smirked.

“Spot me, little guy?”

Before I could answer, he reached back with one massive hand, hooked his thumb under the waistband of those tight blue shorts, and yanked them down just enough. His bare ass spilled out—smooth, powerful, and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The musky, masculine scent hit me like a wave.

I froze.

That’s when it happened.

He pushed back suddenly, slamming his heavy ass right against my chest. The heat was insane. Before I could even yelp, one of those thick, meaty cheeks engulfed my face, smothering me in hot, sweaty muscle. I felt his hole—slick, hungry, and already twitching—press right against my mouth.

“Mmmph—!”

My scream was cut off as he flexed. The ring of muscle opened impossibly wide with a wet, fleshy schlrrrp, and my head slipped inside in a single, powerful push. Blinding heat and crushing pressure wrapped around my skull instantly. The inside of his ass was slick, rippling, and smelled overwhelmingly of pure man—sweat, musk, and something deeper, more primal.

He moaned loud enough for it to echo off the gym walls.

“Fuck yeah… that’s the spot.”

Another powerful flex of his glutes and my shoulders popped inside. I was flailing, arms pinned to my sides as the velvety, rippling tunnel of his rectum sucked me deeper. Every time he thrust his hips back, another few inches of me disappeared between those massive cheeks. The blue shorts were stretched obscenely around my torso now, the waistband digging into my ribs as my chest slid in.

The heat was unbearable. The walls squeezed and massaged me in rhythmic, hungry pulses, pulling me further into his guts. I could feel his heartbeat all around me, heavy and excited. My face pressed against something soft and slimy deeper inside, and the smell only got thicker, more intoxicating.

He was rocking his hips now, grunting with pleasure as he worked me in. One of his big hands reached back and shoved firmly on my ass, helping stuff me deeper.

“C’mon… all the way in, snack. Gym’s closing soon and I want you packed away before I hit the showers.”

GLRRRP-SCHLORP.

My hips slid past his hungry hole with a wet pop. My legs kicked helplessly outside, sneakers scraping against the mat as his ass swallowed me down to my knees. The pressure was mind-melting. My whole upper body was curled up tight inside his sweltering colon, the walls constantly kneading and pulling me deeper into his gut.

He let out a long, satisfied groan and flexed hard one last time. My feet disappeared between those powerful cheeks with a final, obscene shllluuuurp. The blue shorts snapped back into place, now stretched even tighter over his newly bloated, squirming belly and ass. I could feel him rubbing over the bulge I made inside him, patting and squeezing as I struggled.

Inside, it was pitch black, boiling hot, and getting tighter by the second. The deeper I was pulled, the thicker the slime became, coating every inch of me. My clothes were already soaking through. The muscular walls pulsed and gurgled around me as his body claimed its meal.

I felt him stand up, his massive glutes clenching tight around my form. He gave his heavy, prey-stuffed ass a slap that reverberated through my entire world.

“God damn… you feel good packed up in there,” he muttered, voice low and cocky. “Little gym rat turned into ass fat. Gonna carry you through my whole cooldown.”

I could feel him walking now, each step making his cheeks clap and squeeze me mercilessly. The gurgling grew louder. The pressure increased. Somewhere far above, I heard him chuckle as he headed toward the locker room.

“Better settle in back there… You’re not coming out the same way you went in.”

By the time he reached the showers, my struggles were already getting weaker. His guts were working me over thoroughly, turning the once-cocky waterboy into nothing but a thick, digesting bulge in this muscular stud’s perfect ass.

And as the hot water started running and he casually soaped up those massive blue-covered cheeks, I knew exactly where I’d be ending up later tonight—pushed out, flushed, and forgotten… just more protein for the big guy at the gym.

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Backseat Ride

My heart was hammering as I knelt in the back seat of his Jeep, completely naked, staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. He was on all fours in front of me, shirtless, wearing nothing but that backwards NY cap. His broad, muscular back glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and those two massive, round cheeks were spread just enough for me to see his tight pink hole twitching in anticipation.

He glanced back over his shoulder, smirking.

“You still want this?” he asked, voice low and cocky.

I swallowed hard and nodded eagerly. “Yeah… I want it. All of it.”

I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks — about sliding into a hot, hungry stud like him and becoming nothing but ass fat. And now here I was.

He chuckled and pushed his hips back toward me. “Then come and get it, snack.”

I leaned in, pressing my face between those thick, heavy cheeks. The musky, manly scent was overwhelming and addictive. I kissed his hole once, twice, then pushed my tongue against it. He moaned deeply and flexed. That was all the invitation I needed.

His hole suddenly opened wide with a wet, fleshy sound. I barely had time to gasp before my entire head slipped inside the scorching, velvety heat of his ass. The pressure was insane — tight, rippling walls squeezing around my skull as he pushed back harder.

“Mmmph… fuck yes,” I heard him groan from outside.

I was so turned on I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed forward willingly, feeding my shoulders into him. The stretch felt incredible as his powerful ring slid over my upper body. Every time he flexed his glutes, another few inches of me disappeared between those massive cheeks with a wet schlorp. The inside of his ass was slick, boiling hot, and constantly massaging me deeper.

I was rock hard the entire time.

Deeper and deeper I went, willingly feeding myself into this muscular stud. My chest slid in, then my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat thumping all around me as his guts pulled me further inside. When my hips reached his hole, he let out a long, satisfied moan and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder.

“Come on… all the way, dude. I want to feel you curled up in my gut.”

GLRRRP.

My cock and hips popped inside in one slick motion. My legs kicked excitedly outside for a moment as the rest of me was sucked deeper into his colon. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I was so turned on I was leaking the whole time I slid in.

Finally, my feet slipped past his greedy hole with a final, wet shllluuuurp. I was completely inside him now — curled up tight in the sweltering, pulsating tunnel of his guts. His muscular walls squeezed and kneaded me from every direction as I settled deep in his belly.

I could feel him shifting around in the back seat, sitting back with a heavy grunt. His hand rubbed slow circles over the huge, squirming bulge I was making in his stomach.

“God damn… you feel so fucking good in there,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Most guys fight it… but you? You practically begged to be my ass food.”

I smiled inside the darkness and pushed outward gently with my hands, letting him feel me moving. I was exactly where I wanted to be — turning into nothing but nutrients for this hot, muscular stud.

He started the car, the low rumble vibrating through his body and into me. Every bump in the road made his guts squeeze me tighter. I could already feel the thick slime coating my skin as his body began preparing to digest me.

As he drove off, I heard him chuckle and pat his heavy, prey-filled gut.

“Hope you’re comfortable back there… because you’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load in my toilet and some extra padding on my ass.”

I moaned softly, completely willing, completely his.

This was the best decision I’d ever made.

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Swallowed Mid-Stream

I really shouldn’t have walked into his streaming room.

The second the door clicked shut behind me, he turned his head slightly, those white headphones still on, and gave me a hungry smirk that made my stomach drop.

“Perfect timing,” he muttered.

Before I could even back up, he reached behind himself, spread one of those massive, round cheeks, and flexed. His hole twitched obscenely, already slick and open.

“Wait— dude, what the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted, panic surging through me.

I tried to turn and run, but he was faster. He shoved the chair back slightly and slammed his heavy ass straight into my face. The heat and weight were overwhelming. I barely had time to scream before his hole stretched wide with a disgusting wet SCHLRRRP and swallowed my head in a single powerful motion.

“NO! STOP! LET ME OUT!” I screamed, but the sound was instantly muffled inside the crushing, sweltering tunnel of his ass. The walls were impossibly tight, rippling and squeezing around my skull like they were alive.

He let out a deep, satisfied groan and pushed back harder. I felt my shoulders forcibly shoved inside as his greedy ring stretched over them. I thrashed wildly, trying to pull my head back out, but every struggle only seemed to turn him on more.

“Fuck… keep fighting,” he moaned from outside, voice thick with pleasure. “Makes it feel so much better.”

I was panicking hard now. My arms flailed uselessly as he rocked his hips, working more of me inside. My chest disappeared between those heavy cheeks with a sickening GLRRK, followed by my stomach. The pressure was crushing. The heat was unbearable. Thick, slimy fluids coated my face and upper body as his guts pulled me deeper.

“PLEASE! I DON’T WANT THIS!” I begged, voice hoarse and muffled. “I’M NOT FOOD!”

He just laughed and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder. My hips popped inside with a wet squelch. My cock was dragged along unwillingly, scraping against his tight inner walls as my legs kicked desperately outside the chair.

“No no no— STOP! Someone help me!!”

But no one was coming. He was streaming with his noise-canceling headphones on. The whole time he was casually swallowing me alive, his viewers probably just thought he was sitting there playing his game like normal.

With one final, powerful flex of his glutes, my kicking legs were sucked inside. My feet slipped past his hungry hole with a final shllluuuurp, sealing me completely inside his ass.

I was curled up tight in the boiling, pulsating depths of his guts, thrashing as hard as I could in the crushing darkness. The walls squeezed and kneaded me mercilessly from every angle, pulling me even deeper into his digestive system.

I could feel him settling comfortably back into his gaming chair, his body relaxing as he went back to clicking and typing like nothing had happened.

“Mmm… fuck, you’re a feisty one,” his voice rumbled around me. “Struggle all you want. You’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load of shit I’ll flush later.”

Every small shift of his body, every laugh, every little movement in that chair made his insides crush me tighter. The acids were already starting to tingle and burn against my skin. I kept fighting, screaming, crying… but it was useless.

Trapped deep inside this cocky gamer’s fat ass, slowly digesting while he played his games and chatted with his viewers like I was nothing more than a secret, squirming meal.

No one would ever know what happened to me.

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On the Tennis Court

The sun was starting to dip behind the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the empty outdoor court. Most players had already gone home, but one man remained — lean, toned, and cocky as hell. With his curly light-brown hair tousled by the breeze and his black compression shirt hugging every ridge of his athletic build, he leaned casually against the tennis net, one hand gripping the white tape. His white shorts were pulled down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock, already rock-hard and throbbing in the warm evening air.

He’d been waiting for this.

From the corner of the court, the shy ball boy — a slim, twenty-year-old named Tyler — approached with a basket of tennis balls. He froze when he saw the scene in front of him: the confident stud standing there with his erection proudly on display, smirking like he owned the entire court.

“Uh… I think we’re closing up soon,” Tyler stammered, eyes wide.

The curly-haired pred didn’t reply with words. He simply crooked a finger, then grabbed Tyler by the front of his shirt and yanked him close. Before the smaller guy could protest, the stud shoved the head of his swollen cock right against Tyler’s lips.

“Open.”

The moment Tyler gasped, the thick cock pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Tyler’s mouth and then his entire head were forced inside the hot, slick confines of the predator’s urethra in one smooth, hungry motion. The curly-haired stud groaned deeply, hips bucking as powerful ripples traveled down his shaft.

Schluuuurp… glrrrk…

Tyler’s shoulders followed next, sliding in with wet, rhythmic pulses. The pred’s cock stretched obscenely around the ball boy’s upper body, the clear outline of his head and shoulders visible as a thick, writhing bulge traveling down the underside of the massive erection. Every heartbeat made the shaft throb and squeeze, pulling Tyler deeper.

“Fuck… that’s it,” the stud growled, voice low and rough. One hand gripped the net for balance while the other pressed down on the back of Tyler’s head, feeding more of him inside. “Been hard all afternoon thinking about turning some little court rat into cock meat.”

Tyler’s arms flailed helplessly as his chest disappeared between the stretched lips of the cock. The heat inside was unbearable — slick, pulsing flesh squeezing him tighter with every greedy throb. His torso slid in easier than expected, aided by the steady, powerful contractions of the predator’s shaft. By the time his hips reached the tip, the stud’s balls were already beginning to swell, hanging heavier and fuller between his toned thighs.

With a grunt and a sharp thrust of his hips, the pred forced Tyler’s waist inside. GLRRK-SCHLORP. The ball boy’s shorts and kicking legs dangled outside for only a few moments before another rolling swallow dragged them in. The thick cock flexed and pulsed visibly as it claimed the rest of its meal, the bulging shape of Tyler’s legs sliding steadily downward until even his sneakers slipped past the slick opening with a final, wet pop.

The curly-haired stud let out a long, satisfied moan as his cock finished swallowing. His balls surged outward dramatically, now massively swollen and churning, the clear imprints of a curled-up body pressing outward against the thin, sensitive skin. They sagged heavily between his legs, gurgling and sloshing as his body began breaking Tyler down.

He leaned back against the net again, breathing hard, one hand lazily stroking his still-hard cock while the other cradled his bloated, squirming sack.

“Look at you,” he murmured, smirking down at the heavy, shifting balls. “Whole fucking person turned into nothing but a load of cum and protein. That’s all you’re good for.”

Inside the sweltering, churning sac, Tyler’s struggles grew weaker by the minute. Thick, tingling fluids rose rapidly around him, breaking his body down into hot, sticky seed. The pred’s balls slowly rounded out, growing smoother and tighter as Tyler was melted away.

After ten minutes, the wild bulges had mostly settled. Only the occasional weak twitch remained. The stud gave his heavy nuts a firm slap, smiling at the thick glorp it produced.

By the time he finally pulled his shorts back up (barely managing to contain the massive, sloshing bulge), his balls had shrunk to an impressive but manageable size — still noticeably larger and fuller than before. A few thick ropes of leftover cum leaked from his cock as he adjusted himself.

He snapped a quick mirror selfie on his phone, showing off his toned body and the obvious, heavy swell in his shorts, then started walking off the court.

“Best fucking workout I’ve had in weeks,” he chuckled, feeling the last of Tyler slosh pleasantly with every step.

Tomorrow he’d be back on the court, looking just as innocent as ever… while carrying what remained of the ball boy deep in his balls.

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Punishment in the Kitchen

The kitchen smelled like garlic, fresh herbs, and sizzling butter. Greg stood barefoot at the stove, completely naked except for the dish towel slung over his broad shoulder. His muscular back flexed as he stirred the pan. He’d just finished an intense evening workout and was absolutely starving.

What he didn’t expect was to catch his roommate Richard bent over in front of the open fridge, stealing the last of Greg’s prepped high-protein meals.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Greg growled, voice low and dangerous.

Richard froze, a container of grilled chicken in his hand. “Dude, it’s just one meal, I’ll pay you ba—”

He never finished the sentence.

Greg moved like lightning. He grabbed Richard by the back of the neck and slammed him face-first against the cold granite countertop. Before Richard could even scream, Greg yanked his shorts down and pressed his thick, round ass directly against the smaller man’s face.

His desperate plea was cut off as Greg flexed hard. His slick, hungry hole stretched open with a wet, obscene SCHLORP and swallowed Richard’s head in a single powerful motion. The heat inside was brutal, the pressure crushing.

Richard thrashed wildly, arms flailing, trying to push away from the counter, but Greg was far too strong. He reached back with both hands, spreading his cheeks wider as he pushed backward, forcing Richard’s shoulders inside with a sickening squelch.

“Shouldn’t have touched my food, thief,” Greg grunted, voice thick with dark pleasure. He rocked his hips, working more of the struggling man into his ass. “Now you’re gonna become part of mine.”

Richard’s muffled screams vibrated deep inside Greg’s guts as his chest and arms were sucked in. The muscular stud kept one hand planted on the counter for balance while the other reached back to shove Richard’s hips past his greedy ring. GLRRRP.

“Oh fuck… you’re really fighting in there,” Greg moaned, a twisted smile on his face. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Richard’s kicking legs disappear between his powerful cheeks. With one final, deliberate thrust backward, the last of Richard’s calves and feet were slurped inside with a long, wet shllluuuuurp.

Greg let out a deep, satisfied groan as his belly swelled outward heavily, the clear outline of his squirming, unwilling roommate pressing against his abs. He rubbed the massive, writhing gut slowly while still standing at the stove.

“Keep struggling,” he muttered, giving his bloated stomach a firm slap. “Makes the digestion better.”

He casually turned back to the stove, still completely naked, and continued cooking his dinner like nothing had happened. Every time Richard kicked or pushed outward, Greg’s heavy gut wobbled and gurgled loudly. The acids were already rising fast.

By the time Greg plated his food and sat down at the kitchen island, Richard’s movements were growing weaker, slower, more desperate. Greg took a big bite of chicken, then patted his churning belly with a smirk.

“Congrats, roomie. You finally contributed something useful to this house.”

He took another bite, completely relaxed, while his guts loudly worked over the unwilling meal he’d claimed right there in the middle of the kitchen.

[aceobserver]

(ID: CMBigDog)

Walter stretched as he woke up, his tired body giving some small cracks and pops. He yawned, long and low, smacking his dry lips.

Groaning, he pushed himself from his mattress, slowly adjusting to being awake. He paused when he heard the familiar sound of sloshing coming from his midsection.

He quickly looked down at his gut, confused. Then...

"Oh, right."

The day before, Walter had worked as a mall Santa for his local mall. The work was harder than he had expected; He had a 12-hour shift , with only a 30 minute break, and because it was Christmas Eve, the place was packed! He had a constant line of little kids wanting to take photos with him.

At one point, a young man came up to him. He introduced himself as Alex, and said that he wanted to fuck Santa for Christmas. Well, Walter was hungry, and the boy looked tasty. So, Walter took him up on the offer.

They met in the staff room on his break, locking the door behind them so no one could catch them in the illicit act.

After a makeout session and a blowjob, Walter was starving. He grabbed Alex, wrapping him in a bear hug, and devoured him hungrily. The smooth, skinny guy slid inside him easily, expanding his belly hugely. As he finished swallowing the boy, he belched loudly, patting his gut.

"Struggle all you want, boy. No one will find you in there." He slapped his belly as Alex did his best to fight back. The gut was tight, however, and resisted his every move. He was packed in too tight.

"If it makes you feel any better, feeding Santa is better than fucking Santa. You're like my milk and cookies." Walter chuckled at his own joke. Since his break was almost over, he quickly put back on his costume and got back to work.

Work went by quicker, now-- He was in a much better mood, now that he had the nice pressure on his prostate, and he wasn't as tired, between the blowjob and his meal. Yep, Alex would keep him full and happy for the rest of the day.

For the rest of his shift, Walter belched, churned and groaned, enjoying the slow digestion of his prey. He wasn't certain really when his meal expired and started to really digest, but after a couple hours passed, a little boy poked his belly, laughing at how it sloshed and jiggled. His gut stayed active well through the end of his shift.

Not too long after getting home, he was fast asleep in his bed, a satisfied smile on his face.

The next morning, Walter admired himself in the mirror, pleased with his new size. He couldn't help but explore the new mass, giving some pats to test his new jiggle. It was likely he had gained about 15 pounds, most of that weight going to his belly and chest.

He lifted his gut and dropped it, enjoying how its content sloshed when he did. A small burp passed his lips, and he was greeted again with the musky, but slightly sweet taste of Alex.

"Well, kid, I'm glad you could spend the holidays with me." He laughed, and slapped his gut. It was nice to have another live meal; It had been a while. Definitely his favorite Christmas gift.

He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Shit, am I even gonna fit into my nice shirt?"

[aceobserver]

(source @/eightbyte)

Greg stared at his phone screen, examining the hefty frame reflecting back at him. A brown beard framed his round face. A short, thick neck connected to broad shoulders. His arms shared equivalent amounts of muscle and flab, giving a strong, yet plushy, appearance. His moobs sat low on his chest, and the roll of fat underneath them perfectly framed his belly. To put it simply, his belly was huge. A light coat of hair was sprinkled around the entire belly, blonde and short. A happy trail started from his chest, and led down the curve of his gut into his deep belly button. His frame was large, and his weight was heavy.

Smirking, it was clear Greg liked what he saw. Bringing his hands to the bottom of his gut, he began to worship the mass. He gave it a couple slaps on each side, then grabbing and shaking the fat up and down. He enjoyed the way his fat body shook and jiggled -- it was a testament to all the men he'd enjoyed over the years.

He thought of Henry, his first prey. The guy was one of his friends in high school, and they spent a lot of time together after long school days. When Greg first took fascination in being a pred, Henry supported him through the entire process -- including helping Greg 'catch' his first prey. Yes, Henry gave himself up willingly to become part of Greg. Greg could still remember his friend coaching him through all the swallowing, calmly encouraging him to continue to swallow. Then how Henry moved around inside, really showing Greg the pleasure a prey can make to satisfy a pred's other desires.

Then there was that random man on the street. Greg had been on his way home from his job, late at night. He hadn't had time to really eat a proper dinner, and the sounds of his stomach growling had only increased as he kept walking. Then, on the dark and empty street, Greg had spotted a man walking ahead of him. The man was a bit shorter than Greg, and at least 20 pounds lighter. In that moment, his mind flashed back to his friend, and he knew what he should do.

The man had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up as nothing more than two boots and a coat left behind on the street.

Then there was Elijah. Elijah, his ex-boyfriend. They had had a short relationship, filled with fire from beginning to end. There was the fire of passion, boasting long nights of passionate sex. There was the fire of rage, meaning long nights of fighting and thrown items breaking against the wall. One night, after such a fight, Greg knew he had had enough. He slipped into the bedroom where Elijah slept alone, slowly but surely swallowing the man up without even waking him. Never had Greg felt freer than the morning after, knowing the man holding him down was reduced to mush inside him.

And most recently, there was Julian. Julian was an intern at the company Greg worked at. Greg had been training Julian on the ins and outs of company work, and the two fostered a friendly relationship. However, Greg had had his eye on the tasty-looking guy from the beginning. One night, Greg invited Julian over his house to drink and watch the game. After a couple drinks, Greg pounced-- and 10 minutes later, was left alone to enjoy the game as Julian digested away inside of him.

A poke in the bottom of his belly brought Greg back to reality. Dropping his hands, his eyes pointed downward. Thinking about all his prey had made him really hard. Well...he didn't have anything to do, tonight. Maybe he'd hop on Grindr. Find someone to have some fun with, then have some dinner. He patted his empty belly, which jiggled at his touch. Yep, that's what he'd do.