#calculestervore

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(Resent ask, hope it goes through this time) that monster prom story got me acting up and gave me thoughts, so can we get prompts about duos/groups of the guys in Monster Prom being preds together? idm how many in each prompt, and who's in each prompt, oral vore only tho pls

Oh yeah, that old story was fun to do. I wouldn't mind doing more group pred stuff!

Prom was such a success for B.rian and S.cott that the two of them ended up going to the after-party to keep the night going. Luckily, lots of students had thought the same and so there was a good place to meet up and do so nearby. A night of partying and spiked punch leaves a couple of guys pretty hungry, though, so when S.cott heard the zombie's stomach growling out, he did the only thing a good date would and got him some food. B.rian figured that meant he'd have to watch a drunk werewolf trash the snack table but what he got was much more...filling. S.cott grabbed the nearest partying guest and shoveled them head first into B.rian's maw. Zombies eat flesh, right? Well, a few gulps later and B.rian certainly had, one way or another. B.rian was left a bit flustered by it, his suit now split open with a squirming guy packed away. He lets out a thick belch, which makes S.cott's tail wag. The werewolf clearly thought he did a good job. He'd done such a good job, in fact, that B.rian decided to return the favor by doing the same. Someone was yapping in his ear anyway, wanting his date back since B.rian had relocated him into his guts. He grabs the guy by the collar and shoves his head into S.cott's jaws. Pretty soon, both men have bloated guts with some unfortunate couple inside, lost to the afterparty forever. Of course, once these two get started on something, they don't often tend to stop, and a few more partygoers would go missing that night. One of them would grab a guy and shovel him into the other's jaws. Then whatever date had a problem with his boyfriend becoming good got the same treatment. All the booze made sure that there weren't many people sober enough to give a damn over the disappearing people and the excessively stuffed guys causing it. The night moved on without the devoured guys, and as dawn approached, those guys won't be able to complain anymore anyway. B.rian and S.cott would be wobbling out near dawn. Their suits are ruined thanks to their guts, both full and churning over a few different guys each. Though they're long since reduced to sludge. Both guys have definitely had the best prom night ever. And they'd definitely want to do it again soon. Maybe their next date can be somewhere even more crowded.

"C'mon, don't be such a square!" D.amien says, his gut pressing against L.iam's back. The vampire tries to shoo him off but it really doesn't do anything to help. He'd been trying to enjoy a nice, normal lunch that he could take pictures of to post online, but for some reason, D.amien felt like taking a personal grudge to that and won't leave him alone. L.iam almost feels a bit bad for the guy the demon has by the collar of his shirt. "I'm not a disgusting slob like you," L.iam says with a frown. "I'm not going to eat some random--MMMPH?!" His eyes widen as D.amien crams the student's head into his jaws midsentence. "You talk too damn much!" D.amien says. "But we'll get your mouth doing something more important now!" He starts cramming the student deeper, forcing L.iam to choke him down. The vampire flails a bit and lets out muffled cries but he can't stop D.amien from forcing a live meal down his gullet. The demon forces the feet down the hatch and pulls his hand back out of L.iam's mouth. The vampire gulps one last time and starts coughing after. "What's your problem?! Agh, look at me now..." L.iam's stomach is bulging out now, pressed against the table in front of him. His meal is moving around inside. bulging his stomach further as they attempt to escape. L.iam sighs and presses a hand down on the bulge the student's head is making. "And you, will you stop--BWWWWOORRRRRRP!" A wet belch escapes L.iam and it makes him blush from embarrassment. It also makes D.amian start laughing and he smacks his own stomach a few times. "I knew you had it in you! A few more meals like that and maybe you'll be a little less annoying to be around." L.iam immediately feels sick to his stomach at the mere idea. "A few more..? I'm not eating more than this!" He crosses his arms and looks away with a frown. He hears D.amien walk off and assumes that's the end of it. Five minutes later and the demon is forcing another student head-first down his gullet. He's going to spend the rest of lunch being fed like this...and then the rest of the day trying to digest it all. No amount of complaining is going to stop D.amien for a second.

"There's no way a robot is better at eating people than we are," D.amien demands with a frown. "You can't automate that kinda thing!" "But he is!" S.cott retorts. "Robots are always built to do things better than people, right? So he's gotta be really good at eating! He's already better at math than me!" "A rock is better at math than you," D.amien huffs. "...ugh, fine. Let's put it to the test! We'll see just how good C.alculester is at eating and when I win, I'll get to rub it in your stinking face!" With the plan decided, the two guys start by grabbing C.alculester--quite literally stealing him from the middle of class and walking off with him. Once they get the robot settled down in a chair, they go about getting meals for him to eat. Any students who happen to walk past the janitor's closet S.cott and D.amien turned into their base of operations are pulled in and presented to the robot. C.alculester...doesn't fully get what's going on, but is just happy to spend time with his friends, so he works on devouring everyone handed off to him without hesitation. The mouth on his screen opens just fine, and anything shoved in disappears like any food would. His stomach creaks and groans as it starts to expand outward, the metal stretching with ease as each unfortunate student is gulped down. D.amien is confident that nothing can beat him, especially a robot, so he doesn't waver as more and more students disappear. The only reason the two of them stop is that C.alculester's stomach has gotten too big for the small room and has pinned both guys to the walls. "I...can't reach the door," S.cott says, waving his arm uselessly in the air. "Then he can't eat anymore, so I was right!" D.amien demands, even though he's being pressed against the wall completely. "Eat more?" C.alculester asks. "Oh, I can eat more! Let me make room. Initiating biofuel-conversation process." A loading symbol pops up on the robot's face and a loud groan rumbles up from his stomach. In an instant, it shrinks back down, rapidly losing size and definition as his body processes all of the students at once. D.amien drops onto the floor from the sudden freedom as C.alculester is left with nothing more than a slight beer gut. He lets out a ding and his face returns to the screen. "Process complete! I am ready for more food!" D.amien grumbles as he gets back to his feet. He won't admit that...that had been pretty cool. "I bet he can't do that a second time," the demon huffs. S.cott smiles and opens the door to grab another student. "Let's find out!"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

fuuuck that monster prom story was good, i love the anon that asked that. any chance we can get some prompts about alt endings for different winners?

Yeah, I got some good ideas for that! I'll write something for the four guys that lost.

L.iam let out a sickly belch, his face almost as green as B.rian's is...was. He ate the zombie first and he really doubts the poor guy held up well in his stomach. Even if he didn't eat like this often, he knew his gut could process live meat. Er. Un-alive meat. It's not like he wanted to do this, but when the zombie started looming over him in an effort to win some stupid eating contest he didn't want to be in, he had to do something! B.rian went down kind of hard. And then S.cott had to follow. And then D.amien. And C.alculestor made him eat O.z so he ate the robot and now...well, now he's stuck with an engorged stomach trying its best to churn up five times the meat he's used to eating. He belches again and groans, resting his chin on his stomach. He really hates it when he's dragged into stuff like this...but he supposes he won't have to worry about that anymore. What he will have to worry about is the fact that his usually lithe frame is going to be over encumbered with a lot of new heft. He's going to need a whole new wardrobe after this! All for a competition he didn't want to be in! Another massive belch booms out of him and his guts churn wetly, something softening inside. Another meal down. But he's going to be here for hours...he can't even get any art done like this. He just hopes they're all happy with themselves.

D.amien laughs, pressing down on a face bulging out his gut with a mighty belch. "I told you all I could do it! This was nothing!" In truth, normal food upset the demon's gut in higher quantities and he had tapped out pretty early in their eating contest. What didn't upset the demon's gut was live, squirming meat--he could eat as much of that as he wants and handle it like a champ! So, realizing that the only way he was actually going to win was just that, he stuffed all five guys down his gullet. Now his gut was bloated out in front of him with the guys still kicking around and leaving him as the official victor of their contest! And his gut was only just getting fired up. The guys in there had maybe twenty minutes of squirming left for them before the furnace he called a stomach roared to life and snuffed them out with ease. Even that robot was going to melt away in his gut! And sure, he was going to get fat as hell, but he was going to be more than happy to show off the gut he was going to gain off of this. A perfect way to show his victory off!

"W-Was this really necessary..?" O.z murmurs to his churning stomach. He wasn't exactly the heaviest eater--that award obviously went to S.cott and B.rian. But those two were churning into slop in his stomach now if they weren't already, along with the other three guys that had joined in on the eating contest, so maybe that did leave him as the heaviest eater now. And it wasn't like O.z couldn't eat this much and more with ease, he just...didn't really like to. But the contest got a little...intense thanks to C.alculaestor's rules and O.z panicked when he thought someone was reaching to eat him, so he struck first. And then he panicked more and started devouring the others one by one until...well, here he is, back stomach bloated out heavily as it churned up his friends without a care in the world. And not only was he going to end up digesting all of his friends, but he could already feel his clothes getting tighter. At this rate, he's going to have to get an entirely new wardrobe just to handle all the new weight they were going to be giving him. God, this is so embarrassing. He really doesn't feel like a winner right now.

S.cott's tail was wagging like crazy, a fanged grin on his face as he pushes down on his gut. A sloppy belch rumbles out of the werewolf and he slurps over his teeth with glee. He was just so happy to have been able to win! It always felt good to win and get some praise for it, which B.rian had offered him before he devoured the zombie. The rule about being able to eat each other had made S.cott pounce on a couple of the guys and snarf them down and by now they were more of a churning sludge in his stomach than classmates and friends. The zombie had been the only one left when a partially-digested C.alculatesor reminded the werewolf that he had to eat everything to win. So his belly-rubbing, head-patting praiser ended up being an impromptu snack that melted down rather quickly in his ruthless stomach. Another sloppy belch rumbles out of the werewolf. He wishes he still had someone around to rub his gut, but knowing he did such a good job in the contest still left him happy! Plus, he was going to get some great bulk out of all of this.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

maybe if you're up to it, a story of the guys from Monster Prom having a contest to see who's the biggest eater? (Maybe Scott, Damien, Calculester, Brian, Oz and Liam as the characters?) Could end with one eating all, could end with no real winner, I don't mind, you choose

Hell yeah! I feel like this could go a lot of ways honestly. For the sake of having some fun with the idea, I decided to randomize who gets to eat who!

The idea of an eating competition had been brought up by C.alculestor first, since he'd ended up watching a few of his friends get into some kind of spat about who could eat more. He was rather delighted when everyone seemed to like the idea though! Well, not everyone, as L.iam seemed uninterested, but he got dragged in by the others. O.z was a little reluctant as well but didn't back out by the time food had been prepared and sat out for them.

It went well at first, even if D.amien did object to the robot being both a judge and a participant, with S.cott being the clear victor given the speed at which he scarfed down food and L.iam falling behind out of sheer disinterest. And then things got very serious.

B.rian, who had easily been in second, was watching S.cott clear off his plate while eating. When the werewolf was grabbing the last piece of food, the zombie grabbed his hand. There was plenty of time with S.cott being distracted by this for B.rian to shove the hand into his slimy jaws and start gulping. He slid up the arm with ease, then opened wide to start working S.cott's head inside.

The others took notice around there, which caused a commotion--mostly about if this was cheating or not, with O.z being the only one to actually be worried about S.cott's safety. B.rian paused, his jaws sitting just at the curve of the werewolf's gut, drool soaking into his shirt as they waited for the judge's decision. And he decides...S.cott is technically edible, so if B.rian can get him down, it counts! And will also mean he ate all of S.cott's food, too. That was all the zombie needed to get back to his heavy gulping, throwing his head back as he chugs down the rest of his friend with ease. His green stomach expands out in his lap as S.cott spilled inside. A final wet gulp sent his feet down and that was it for him.

O.z's main concern was making sure S.cott didn't, well, die from this and gave up on the contest to try and convince C.alculestor to change his mind. The robot's response to that...was to open his jaws wide and engulf O.z's head. The robot didn't have a hard time devouring his classmate, the embodiment of fear being relatively easy to slurp and gulp down. No matter how much he flailed around, O.z was down the hatch, and the robot's rubber stomach expanded to contain him with ease. A wet belch escapes C.alculestor and B.rian at the same time.

L.iam decided he was done because he very much did not feel like being eaten over some silly contest today. Unfortunately, his forfeit meant the judge had to remove him, so C.alculestor got the vampire from behind to repeat the process and have his second course. The other two didn't seem to mind as the kicking, struggling vampire was dragged over the table gulp after gulp, sliding down the robot's gullet without a chance to get his bearings. O.z got a lot more wiggly when L.iam dropped down on top of him, which worked another heavy belch from their predator as his stomach expanded to twice its size.

B.rian smirks and looks over to D.amien. The poor demon was pretty well outmatched now, especially when that jock-filled gut pinned him to his seat. He cursed and yelled for all he was worth. It just turns out all that was 'worth' was being a meal because B.rian had an easy time working his jaws over the horned head and starting to gulp. The demon couldn't wiggle being pinned down by both the fat stomach and the tight gullet squeezing him deeper. S.cott, for what it was worth, at least seemed happy to have his friend joining him in the stuffed gut. Being surrounded by chewed-up food wasn't as pleasant, but as D.amien's tail was getting slurped up like a noodle, it was clear that wasn't a choice he got to make.

That only left two stuffed contestants left but neither seemed in the best position to eat the other. Their guts roared and churned wetly over food and friend--which, at this point, was also food. The food coma hit them both hard, and they wound up fast asleep as their prey got more lively against the onslaught of digestion. By the time either of them woke up, their stomachs had shrunk down considerably and their bodies had plumped up considerably. B.rian belches up a half-digested letterman jacket. As the official judge, C.alculetor decides to call it a tie.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Calculester pred prompts? I'm a huge robot liker

Robots are good! And he's a cute guy so that's a plus.

C.alculester had seen the other guys at the school devouring one another every so often. He wanted to do the same and be like them, seeing it as a fun bonding moment he could have with them all. That’s why he got a new upgrade. And with it fully installed, he wanted to show it off to his friends! He approached S.cott during lunch, the werewolf happily greeting him. C.alculester greeted him back by opening the maw installed into his screen and engulfing the athlete's head in one swift motion. He pinned down S.cott’s arms by the wrist as he gulps and slurps wetly, absolutely enjoying devouring his first prey! S.cott was, notably, enjoying it much less as he tried to get away. But his kicking legs were effortlessly slurped up and he was dropped into the robot’s expanding guts. Belching felt amazing to C.alculester, as did the process of digestion already getting to work on melting S.cott down. This went so well that he already wanted to do it again! Luckily, he saw D.amien leaving to the bathroom to dump his date recently, and C.alculester was excited to follow him and show his other friend his new upgrades.

C.alculester and S.cott got along very well, given that both of them were incredibly friendly and amicable monsters. So it was no surprise that S.cott was trying to initiate the robot into his Wolfpack--even if C.alculatester wasn’t very wolf-like at all. The first thing he had to do was prove he had an appetite like a wolf! Which, for a robot with a near limitless capacity, was easy. S.cott got to watch as the robot picked off the rest of the wolf pack one after another, effortlessly manhandling the other werewolves and snarfing them down with greed. By the end, he was left with a massive gut and a few deep belches as hsi body got to work on processing all that meat. S.cott could only be proud to see such a hearty appetite, though. So the robot was almost instantly accepted into the pack! And their first order of business...was recruiting more members. The rest were busy churning down into robot fuel so they needed more. And maybe a better entry test, too...maybe.

Going on dates was a new and exciting thing for C.alculester, which his current boyfriend O.z seemed more than happy to introduce him to. The first few had gone well, but D.amien had told the robot that a part of dating was breaking up. The demon had even been happy to tell C.alculester the best way to do it! So during their fifth date, he ‘broke up’ with O.z and devoured the student rather greedily. He belched and rubbed over his churning guts as he relaxed in the chair at the nice diner they’d been at. Breaking up was a lot less painful than everyone made it out to be. In fact, it was rather fulfilling!