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“C’mon bro, I’m promoting you from water boy to protein. I need energy to win this game for the team and you’ll give me exactly what I need, plus all that running around means I’ll digest you twice as fast…so make sure you text your loved ones goodbye now because you won’t get another chance.”
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
"Thanks for the extra weight on my belly buddy! I know it's not what you thought I meant when I invited you over to chill in the hot tub but you looked so damn tasty in that tight swimsuit, I couldn't help it! Plus look at it this way, you get to stay in my very own personal hot tub for the time being. I'm not sure how long you'll actually last in there before my body completely melts you down but try and enjoy yourself in there while you still can, for now I'll just chill in here while you digest."
My best friend looks good on me
I got a little to wild at a house party thrown by my handsome friend Nathan, who I was definitely flirting with way too forwardly after too may drinks. Although most people managed to make it home that night, I ended up passed out on his sofa, sensible enough to find a blanket before I stripped to my underwear and fell asleep.
The next morning, it was Nathan’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs that woke me. I strained out an unintelligible grunt as a greeting, but became more alert once I noticed most of his body was on show, just a pair of boxers and socks hiding very little from me. He joked about the thirsty comments I made to him last night, which made me think his lack of clothing was purposely to tease me even further.
Getting surprisingly close, Nathan joined me on the sofa by lying in the opposite direction to me, lifting up my legs and resting my feet on his shoulder while placing his own beside my head. He playfully rubbed my feet as he continued teasing me, something I would have questioned if his hands weren’t working absolute magic on my soles. It was having his own feet shoved in my face that made me react, his socks being soaked in what seemed like days worth of sweat. I recoiled slightly, but his scent of his musk hit my brain in an instant, only allowing me the thought that I desperately wanted more.
I started massaging and worshipping Nathan’s feet, unaware of how he had begun licking and tasting mine. He stopped to pull off his socks and toss them to me, which I scrambled to grab and hold over my face to keep inhaling his manly smell. Letting me enjoy my delirious state, he knelt on the floor and slipped off my pants to enjoy me fully. He slowly inserted my feet into his mouth, my soles sliding across his tongue as it guided my lower body into his gullet.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could feel the warmth and wetness spread across my body as Nathan’s body drew me deeper inside him. But nothing could distract me from savouring his musk, the effect even lasting after he snatched his socks away to swallow my arms along with my torso. It was only when his tongue wiped across my face that I finally snapped back to reality, followed by him pushing my saliva-coated head to the back of his throat and taking one final gulp.
Nathan’s entrancing scent was replaced by the humid, alcoholic atmosphere within his stomach, on account of all the beer he’d guzzled down the night before. Not that there was much space for air with my body tightly curled up inside, and what little remained was quickly burped out as my former friend took satisfaction in finishing his meal.
PM Sports, Brazil.
“Look…”
There’s some men that you just can’t help but stare at wondering if there was even the slightest possibility on planet Earth of surpassing all odds to successfully conquer and squeeze him down your throat, knowing full well he’s a rung or two above you on the food chain in reality. Still you can dream.
Would you go for him?
Absolutely, he’s worth the risk
I’d accept my place as his prey
Try to eat him knowing him eating you wouldn’t be the worst possible
“I shouldn’t eat men on the train”
“I shouldn’t eat men on the train”
“I shouldn’t eat men on the train”
“I shouldn’t eat men on the train”
“I shouldn’t eat men on the train”
Superman suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing exactly what had happened or where he was. As soon as he tried to move, he felt chains clamped tightly against his titanium muscles. When he looked up, he saw his captor. You might think this is a typical scene where a villain tries to take down the superhero, but you couldn't be more wrong.
The man who had trapped Superman, named Sean looked at him with a nervous look on his face, not quite sure how to react to seeing that he had woken up. When he felt Superman's cold, piercing, anger-laden stare pierce his forehead, he plucked up his courage and said, "E…hey, Superman, this…. I know what you've done! And even you can't escape justice. I've seen how you've devoured innocent people just to satiate your lust for power and your monstrous hunger. I… I know that first you preyed on the villains, and… well, that's not right, but innocent citizens? You should be our protector, and right now you've become the biggest villain in this city, and that can't be allowed, and… if justice does nothing, then I will stop you!"
All this time, Superman was listening intently, unable to help but form a sinister grin on his face when he heard that someone had found him out. Someone might be expected to feel annoyed, obfuscated or even nervous to see that his dark side had been discovered. However, none of these feelings could be seen reflected on Superman's face, who seemed to be enjoying the situation. After Sean finished speaking, superman breathed in sharply, trying to catch a certain scent, after which he let out air letting out a low moan.
"Oh, and you're going to be the one to stop me? There's nothing I like better than a weakling thinking he's a righteous vigilante. I can smell your fear, and I can assure you it smells delicious, just like all the citizens I've devoured smelled right after realizing I hadn't shown up to save them, hahaha. Ooooh, and what I love most of all is that your brilliant plan is to trap me with some measly chains, it's just…. hahahahaha, you have to laugh… Normally, getting rid of chains like these would be a piece of cake, and in a minute I would have shattered them. But now? ha! You'd be lucky if they last more than five seconds." Superman paused, enjoying the moment, and again inhaling the sweet smell of a terrified prey from his hunter.
"You see, a few weeks ago, something strange awakened in me, a ravenous hunger, suddenly commanding me to absorb something more substantial than simple food. This hunger just awoke when I had a bunch of thieves cornered, who in less than a minute became my first prey and the first to feed my body, making me ascend. I soon discovered that I could not wait for my hunger to hold out for a crime to be perpetrated, and even less so when all the bandits and thieves were mysteriously disappearing, so one fine day, I gave in to my hunger, and began to hunt victims that I found alone in alleys. My hunger increased with each prey, and so did my powers. Soon I felt how I began to develop new powers, being able to sense the fear and anguish of my prey, creating fire at my will, or even manipulating the minds of my victims. That's when I felt what my true mission on Earth was, I had not come to this planet to become its hero, I had come here to be the bane of the human race, to feed on Earth's population of humans, who would unwittingly help me become the god I was always destined to be." Sean felt shivers down his spine, feeling like a little mouse in front of a ferocious tiger, knowing that he hadn't thought this through patiently and that Superman's dark side was definitely much bigger than he thought.
"And then you came along, you really thought you could beat me, and suddenly I felt it. I don't have to hold back anymore, I don't have to keep pretending I'm a superhero anymore, consuming my prey in the shadows. And you know where I'm going to start? I'll start by devouring your boyfriend, and I'll go on through all the rest of the inferior humans you give a damn about. Oh, and don't worry, I know how to find them, your mind is an open book to me that I can read with ease, and if not I can always force you to take me to them, to give them to me to watch me grow, getting closer and closer to being a god. Ooooh, this is going to be so much fun, I can't wait any longer." Suddenly, Superman's muscles began to inflate, and the chains couldn't hold any longer. It was at that moment that Sean realized he was never in control of the situation. "Are you ready to see me in action, little Sean? I can't wait to watch you go down as I devour everyone you've ever loved, until there's no one left and you're next, being the cherry on top of this great feast. Sluuuuurp. Ooooh, I bet you're all going to be delicious."
When a pred hears a guy saying that there is nothing he wants more than to be consumed by a superior man
Sergio gazed out over the tropical beach, watching the tourists lazily soaking up the sun, swaying in hammocks, or drifting peacefully in the shallows. It was the perfect spot—secluded, quiet, and most importantly, full of prey too relaxed to notice what was coming. His stomach let out a low, eager growl, making him think that no one on that beach was going to survive his attack. Time to begin. In less than five minutes, that beach would be emptied out, the only trace of the crowd being the swell of Sergio’s belly and the faint sloshing of digestion. He’d stretch out in one of the now-ownerless hammocks, letting his bloated middle gurgle and churn, breaking down his sunbaked feast into raw strength. People said tourism was harming the locals—but Sergio liked to think he was just restoring the balance. After all, wasn’t it fair that the land gave him something back?
I'm stretching the fabric of my suit so much it's almost penetrating me. This belly is turning me on and horny.
I can't stop eating di**
Last night's fan meet and greet was so fun and ... delicious
Why is it such a cold hearted killer manages to still seem so attractive to me? There’s a degree of comfort seeing him again after all these years, as though I’m still that teenager first noticing him all those years ago. Of course things have changed since then. For one his body now contains whatever molecules remain of our entire graduating class after successfully hunting them down one by one, a feat he openly brags about. Though I know it was my distance from my hometown at college, he insists he planned on keeping me safe this long for other reasons, yet lets remain no semblance of doubt as to his intentions to finish the job. It was foolish of me to agree to stay with him on his farm, knowing full well that sooner or later he’d give me that glance and repurpose by body, but for now he was the most charming and hospitable friend a guy could ask for. Perhaps this was not the worst fate I could’ve managed afterall.
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Whos next, guys?
Hot young dude burpin like a lion roars.