If you are alright with this how about some Beastars vore. With Bill and/or Ibuki being preds with Louis being an enabler, it seems right up his alley. With any vore types you like and some weight and muscle gain?
Had a fun idea for this one and did both! Also, I got into a series mood writing all of these upcoming prompts so expect a lot of B.eastars in the next few days.
L.ouis can’t escape it no matter what he does. He thinks he’s crazy, honestly. He has to be to be doing this. He slowly rubs his hands along the heavy, gurgling gut before him. He’s blushing, so to combat that, he’s got a real mean glare on his face. Not that it’s stopping him. To be this interested in a predator’s stomach…no, not even one. But two of them.
It started at school. He caught B.ill in the act. A pair of kicking legs disappeared down his gullet, quick and rough, like he was trying to hide it. It had just been some random rabbit, and he became barely a bulge in B.ill’s stomach. A quick belch and it was over. B.ill thought he got away unseen and tied to slip off. But that’s when he ran into L.ouis, who’d been watching.
L.ouis did what he always did. He talked big game, made himself look as large and powerful as possible. It usually worked against other carnivores, especially those from the drama club. And it might’ve worked against B.ill—he’d been surprised when he got caught, seemed nervous. But L.ouis couldn’t stop looking at the tiger’s gut, finding his train of thoughts interrupting every time they let out a wet gurgle or squeezed over the rabbit inside. Even B.ill couldn’t help but notice. L.ouis had let him off with a warning and ended it there, thinking that’d be the end…and then it happened again.
L.ouis was certain B.ill did it on purpose. He ate a student L.ouis had been talking to just moments ago. As soon as the poor guy rounded the corner, the lips started, and L.ouis watched another set of flailing legs disappearing down B.ill’s gullet. The tiger didn’t seem nearly as nervous that time. He even made eye contact with L.ouis, grinned at him…offered his stomach. The second L.ouis out his hands on it, felt it churn roughly over a screaming person, he was hooked.
I’m about a month, it had become a regular, private occurrence. B.ill would eat someone and L.ouis would watch. Sometimes, L.ouis would bring them in himself. One time, even, he shoved the poor prey’s face right into that yawning gullet and helped shovel him down. It wasn’t just that gullet that as eating, though. A week into their new life, B.ill shoved a monkey up his ass. The day after that, it was a leopard into his pecs. He showed off with a couple of brothers into his pits. Just the day before, L.ouis got to see that tiger’s cock swallow up a screaming, pleading face. Each and every time, he’d put his hands on the squirming bulges and rub.
He felt powerful. B.ill could eat him at any moment. But he won’t because L.ouis ensures he gets more meals. L.ouis could rat B.ill out at any time. But he won’t because he’s addicted to watching living beings disappear into the tiger. So it continues like that, for a month, and with each person, B.ill gets bigger. His gut sticks out further, hangs down lower. His muscles swell and bulk up, he even grows a couple of inches. L.ouis watches B.ill burst out of more than one set of uniforms and go up another size. He wants to see the tiger shred all his clothes off at once. It’s his new goal…until he gets distracted.
If he’s not at school, he’s working with the S.hishigumi. And it’s during this time that he takes notice of I.buki slipping off quite often. Taking the executive decision to follow after him, L.ouis sees the lion plucking a fox out of the crowd in the black market and swallowing him down in an alleyway. I.buki realizes he was being watched when he feels hands on his stomach. He tries to stammer out an apology, but L.ouis quotes him by pushing down on his gut and getting a massive belch from the lion. The only thing L.ouis is mad about is that I.buki didn’t tell him about this sooner.
From there, I.buki becomes another project of L.ouis’s. One he feeds a bit faster to get him caught up. People go missing in the black market a lot for it. Anyone who’s caught alone, or lost, or ‘new’ is points out by L.ouis and turned into a mark. I.buki takes them down in an alleyway or drags them back to their base to devour. He gets filled up fast in every way he can be. L.ouis makes sure to force meals down, pushing them into the lion’s jaws or pits or down his cock. It’s quite a lot for I.buki, but he would never say no to his boss.
Two weeks after that, B.ill happens to run into L.ouis feeding a pair of kicking legs down I.buki’s gullet in the black market. So, L.ouis’s two seperate lives become very conjoined. Bull and I.buki don’t exactly get along easily, but they put up with each other because seeing that hungry look on L.ouis’s face when they eat makes them happy.
And that’s how things end up the way they are, with L.ouis running his hands along a furry gut. Bull and I.buki are using his bed in the gang’s hideout. They’re both massive—several inches taller, brimming with new muscle, and sporting large, round bellies that are endlessly noisy. L.ouis can’t get enough of it. In fact…he wants more. B.ill and I.buki are wonderful, but he’s found his mind drifting to other carnivores in his life. Wondering how they’d look with heavier guts, thicker muscles, kicking legs and screaming faces disappearing into their bodies. All at his command…
L.ouis grins as he pushes down on I.buki and B.ill’s guts, working out a couple of roaring belches. Yeah…these predators eat at his command. And he has more carnivores to ‘train’. They should leave their proper place under him and enjoy it. He knows that he will.