Oh boy, you wouldnât believe what I had to eat for dinner last night. I was out at the liquor store and these frat guys were staring at me. Iâm used to getting looks, Iâve been a gainer for almost seventeen years now. But I wasnât expecting those guys to invite me to their place for some fun. Iâm not one to turn down a tight young hole when itâs offered, but I had no idea that there would be five of them waiting for me. What really blew my mind was the fact that they werenât looking for sex, they were looking for a stomach to get into and fulfill their dream of being eaten. Now, Iâve dreamt about eating people before and Iâve even gotten off to the idea of having live meat in me, but I never wouldâve guessed my dream would come true with five guys at the same time. These boys werenât very meaty, in fact they looked like they were track stars with the lean body to match. I wish I couldâve had something more meaty as my first, but a gainer never denies a meal. They picked one of the guys to go first, Timus was his name I think, while the rest drank beer and smoked joints before it was their turn. I looked Timus in the eyes and for the first time, I saw an uneaten burger instead of a person and my stomach agreed. Iâve always been good at stretching my mouth open, but I had no idea it was wide enough to fit an entire humanâs head inside. He wiggled a bit when my tongue excitedly tasted this new meat, so I held his arms at his side to make this easier. I swallowed his head into the back of my throat, his shoulders and chest moving forward to replace it. The other guys were staring in awe with fully erect dicks, clearly excited for their chance to be inside my hungry maw. Timus wouldnât stop moving, I could tell he was trying to push himself in as I wasnât eating him fast enough and he was eager to get in my gut. I had five guys to eat, so I figured any flavors I might miss with this meal, Iâd taste with one of my other willing prey. Prey? That made me a Predator and that realization was like the final puzzle piece. I moved my hands down to his waist and held his wrist against them, then picking him up like a six foot hero sub. My body craved, no it demanded, that this boy entered it and the rest of his entrees too. I used my skills as a binge eater to start swallowing him down like a noodle, stopping when his cock hit my lips as I tasted his pre and felt him moaning inside me. Once his crotch was in my mouth, he released load after load of cum and I gulped it down like the musky juiciness it was. That was all it took to make my gut take over as it dragged my prey into it as his toes disappeared past my lips and made a bulge in my neck as he took his place on my waist. I didnât need time to rest so I grabbed the closest twink, he was too excited to tell me his name and I was to ravenous to care. I did the same as with Timus, held him by his waist and wrists, then picked him up over my head and fed him down my hungry gullet, drooling and moaning at the way he tasted. The mix of college musk and beer was amazingly intoxicating, like eating a steak soaked in beer except it was more than five feet long and struggled in a way that made me hungrier. My prey might not want this, but I donât care about them anymore, theyâre just food now, not people. My second course was halfway down my throat when he started jizzing in my throat, missing my tongue but making my gullet slick with his cum. It only took a few more gulps before he plummeted into his frat brother and it was time for my next boy. This one was named Chris and he wanted to go feet first, he had a joint he wanted to finish before he joined the other two. He lied down on a nearby table as he lifted his feet together to my mouth level, being surprisingly considerate for someone getting eaten, but he also looked wildly high. I grabbed his ankles, leading them past my lips and to the back of my throat, while he just kept taking hits at coughing with a smile on his face as he watched himself being devoured. It occurred to me that if he was so high that being eaten was fun for him, then he was basically a walking edible that was going to give this Predator the munchies. I was already hungry, but the idea that eating him would not only make me eat more but hopefully get the two twinks in my tank less space so they wouldnât move around so freely. I gulped a couple times and pulled him until my lips were wrapped around his navel, leaving his upper body on the table and his delectable crotch in my throat. I took the chance to suck on him like a push pop, using my gullet that was still slick with jizz to stimulate his cock while I savored the explosions of flavor from his anus. He screamed when he finally came and I could feel the involuntary twitch of his dick as his cum added to his taste, also likely raining down on the head of his frat brothers. When he finally relaxed from the intense orgasm, he took one long hit of his joint and finished it, releasing one last cloud of smoke before shoving both of his hands in my mouth. I got the message that he was ready to make the final plunge and I obliged by putting my hands on his shoulders and shoving him down while swallowing until my lips were around his neck. I couldnât get a perfect look, but I swear he was smiling when I pushed the last of him in and threw my head back, feeling him finishing his trip into my stomach and setting me up for the forth course. My gut was starting to throw me off balance a bit, but one of the remaining snacks ran to me, bent down below my sagging paunch and held it up as he undid my pants, searching for my neglected member while the other frat guy chugged the last of his beer and came up to me. He reeked like a liquor distillery and he was covered in spilled beer, which meant heâd been drinking for a while. Iâm pretty sure the first guy I ate and the one sucking my sick brought me here, which meant the others were just partying until they got back. So instead of eating a thick, meaty prey like I dreamed, I was feasting on five party twinks instead. Hell, I was feeling pretty mellow since Chris joined the party in my stomach, he probably still had some marijuana smoke that he let out inside me. The guy tried to tell me his name, but he was slurring a lot, so his name was either Dave or Gabe. I liked the idea of eating a Dave so I decided to go with that right before he shoved his hands in my mouth, pushing to the back of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. Luckily any gainer worth his salt has no gag reflex, so when he reached my throat I instinctively felt my body drag him in stronger than Iâve ever swallowed and putting his hands into my stomach, his arms in most of my gullet and his head at the entrance of my esophagus. He was kicking his legs a bit until he figured out how to climb on top of my cocksucker, on top of my still voracious gut and pushed himself in further. Iâll admit Iâve never been fed before, most feeders are into watching me eat more than actually feeding me, so I enjoyed the self-serving delicacy as Daveâs dirty cock slid across my tongue. I usually wouldnât enjoy something so foul, but as far as flavoring in meat goes, a dirty dick and nutsack made Dave the tastiest course of the night. I suckled on him for as long as I could, but once I felt his head enter my stomach, my other food started pulling him in and took my treat away as he became the latest addition to my waist. I let out a sigh of disappointment due to missing the crazy delicious crotch when I got a reminder that I had one more course as he managed to make my cock explode in relief, releasing more jizz from my nuts than I ever had before. Eating all of those virile, young men mustâve given me a testosterone abundance in the form of gallons of cum. When I felt the last of my seed drip out of my johnson, my last course moved from underneath my gut and stood before me. My first thought was wether or not I should eat such a good cocksucker, until I saw that my meat didnât spit out my jizz, in fact he swallowed all of it and I could see a soft, jiggly tummy where there wasnât before. He wasnât three hundred pounds of meat, but my cum inside him did make him the biggest meat and that made me a very happy pig. His name was Brent and he explained that theyâd been waiting for someone like me to come along for months, he even went so far as thanking me for being a man-eating glutton. I appreciated the praise but I donât stop eating until my plate is cleared and I had one last course to finish before I would be done with dinner and living out my fantasy. While he was talking about why he wanted me to eat him, I grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved it directly into my waiting maw. Since he was last, I could savor him without worry of losing a potential meal, plus the guy before him was starting to make me drunk and I could feel my gut growl, meaning the stoner did his job and got me high. Drunk, high and hungry. Sounded like a great way to end an amazing night of binge feasting on the most succulent meat I ever had and the heaviest amount of food I ever ate in one sitting. Brent mightâve been the biggest, but he didnât taste anywhere as good as Dave or the second guy with the tasty toes, in fact Iâd guess that he probably never even experimented with drugs or alcohol. My dinner was with nothing but white guys, but Brent tasted more vanilla than ice cream, although he was great at blowjobs and I could feel him humping my gargantuan torso, rhythmically fucking my navel which was especially deep due to its large amount of contents. I thought Iâd let him finish while I sucked on his neck, until I remembered that Iâd be losing my Brent jizz on my gut instead of inside it. I felt sorry for the clearly horny guy, but Iâd been sucking down hotdogs all night and I finally had a thick-ish bratwurst to put away. He was busy squeezing and worshiping my love handles, so I grabbed his waist as well and plucked him out of my bellybutton to his confusion. I could hear him begging to finish from inside my esophagus, but I wanted that jizz to make this sausage the juiciest it could be and inhaled him into his cum-inflated belly. I nibbled very lightly on his fat tummy, savoring and slowing pulling him in as I felt my throat vibrate with his moans of pleasure at getting to live out his fantasy. The other frat brothers that were possibly having an orgy in my stomach, mustâve known that he was coming because I felt my gut stretch out with space before Brentâs head entered the fleshy chamber. These boys may have been excited to be eaten, but at least they were in this together and I was happy to reunite them, putting all my meat together where it should be. I was starting to feel impatient and I gulped Brent down until I had my final cock of the night rest on my overly excited licker. I wanted to return to the favor for the amazing orgasm he gave me, but him being vanilla also meant he wasnât good at holding his load back and he exploded as soon as I licked his head. After so many trials with his brothers, I knew how to collect the flowing load of jizz and use it to coat the bottom half of his body as he was getting eaten. Being able to coat his toned thighs and calves in cum made him taste all the better, like having a steak coated in salted butter which made it so much harder to savor him. I wanted to be slow and enjoy this for as much as I can, but before I realized it I was at his ankles and I could hear all my courses welcoming him inside. I gulped lightly and felt his thighs slide down my esophagus, leaving half his feet out as I let peristalsis take over while I licked his feet. For such a bland guy, he had incredibly delicious toes and semen worth a second taste, but all delectable things must come to an end. I suddenly heard a doorbell as I sent the rest of Brent down and ended my feast of having eaten five college frat boys, that shouldâve left me full or at least satisfied, but between the munchies that were definitely making me ready for round two (or six in this case) and the squirming in my gut, I could tell I somehow had room for more. The doorbell rang again and I realized Iâd have to answer since everyone else was occupied with bigger things. I lugged my gut and itâs occupants to the door, opening it to find a pizza delivery guy with three pizzas. I couldnât believe it, but I drooled a bit as I sized up the delivery guy who had to be at least two hundred pounds and never been in a gym. Dessert. This guy was my dessert for the evening, but was I willing to cross the line from willing prey to eating anyone I see as on the menu. The answer was yes and I told the guy to come in, making up an excuse to needing to get my wallet so Iâd have him come inside. I didnât really check the house out beforehand, since dinner was in the living room and the food came to me, but just looking in a few rooms and it suddenly hit me that this wasnât a frat house, they mustâve been renting the place together. Although I did find a stray wallet in a room that mustâve belonged to Chris because I also found a little extra weed which meant that at least Iâd be able to fit the pizzas in with the guy for sure. I came back into the living room where the guy was and realized he was looking at me strangely, kind of darting from my eyesight to the floor and back. Oh yeah, I took my shirt off before I started eating and Brent took my pants of course, which meant that this guy was standing in a house with a naked, aggressively obese man whom just ate the people living here. I showed him the wallet while he tried not to look at my dick, probably embarrassed to see me and uncomfortable at the moment. Since he wasnât really paying attention and Iâd already declared myself a Predator, I figured their was no point in being subtle with him. I handed him a random amount of money and when he reached his hand out, I wrapped my lips around it and swallowed him in to the armpit. He looked at me in horror when he saw my mouth envelope his right arm, but I didnât care instead I grabbed him by the back of his head and guided it toward the back of my maw. His face tasted greasy and sweaty, most likely from being around all that pizza, but his arm tasted bad due to his uniform being in the way. I dropped the wallet, grabbing his other arm as my dessert started to struggle and used my free arm to rip his uniform off in tatters, luckily leaving just the neck collar remaining from his shirt. I wished it wasnât there, but I felt a sudden shift in my stomach as my frat meat got the notice that something or someone else was on its way. I started to move closer to bring him inside my mouth, when I got a sudden lick of his armpit and tasted the musky delicious taste I was beginning to crave now more than ever. He was clearly whimpering in my mouth as I pulled his other arm between my lips and down my gullet to join the other, I gulped a bit to have his moobs resting in my drooling maw and put him in the perfect position to get a good lick of his pits. He was freaking out at being tasted, but I was in heaven at getting to finally savor the exotic flavor of live male meat and happy to hold my meaty popsicle in place until I was done. He started to thrash a bit, but stepping on his feet stopped most of the movement and I pressed my bulging gut against him until he was pinned to a wall. Iâd never been big enough to restrict a person with my gut, but it had technically restricted five fit guys already and it was ready for a fat guy to fill out the remaining space. My esophagus was pulling my dessert in with just peristalsis while I licked the musk clean from his pits, grateful I didnât get any hair in my teeth and looking at the pool of drool I made while tasting him. He was covered in my saliva from the underneath of his squishy moobs to his feet and so was the top of my paunch, luckily it made it slick and helped me pick up my chubby chunk, letting him slide across it as I swallowed him into it. This guy has to be in his mid-twenties, but the firm fat on his torso made it seem like he was in his thirties. He may have been a gainer as well which meant it was like eating a younger version of myself and boy did he make me work to get that growing ballgut inside my mouth. My throat was definitely getting tired from all this eating and I started to worry I might not be able to finish him, which would mean going to bed hungry and that was unreasonable. I put my hands down his pants, grabbing a handful of his fatass from both cheeks and shoved him in until I had his entire gut in my maw. My belly was squirming again and I could clearly hear the guy screaming once he met my earlier dinner, in fact he suddenly jumped down my throat putting his crotch on my tongue and making me pull his pants around his ankles. Was my meat helping me eat this guy? As a gainer the idea of food helping me eat other food seemed like a fantasy, but here I am with five guys in my body pulling in a sixth. Fat guys always have a hard time cleaning their dicks and this guy was no exception, in fact I can say for sure now that the best part about eating guys is tasting their sweat and muskiness. I felt another tug from my gut, but I wanted to lick this cock clean and get my creamy goodness before sending him down, so I pulled back on his legs to keep him in place. Unfortunately my dinner mustnât have understood why he was pulled back and tugged on him again, leading us into a tug-of-war that both helped me get around every part of his musky crotch. I started to lick around his anus, toying with him at first while I practiced breathing through my nose with a mouth full of meat, occasionally sticking my tongue in and out of his butthole until his entire body stiffened and I got to taste my sixth load of the night. Thanks to Brent, I was able to save enough jizz to cover his thick thighs in his own seed. He held a lot of his weight in his ass and thighs fortunately, but I coated the meaty morsels before letting my dinner tug him in and swallowing with them to fit both of his thick thighs in my mouth. My throat was bulging with this guys firm round gut, like having a huge tube of meat in your esophagus, it was getting hard to swallow again and the lack of air getting to my tank was weakening the rest of my meat. I was worried for a second until I remembered how I ate the rest of my food and grabbed this guy by his ankles, took off the rest of his clothes, tilted my head back and let gravity finish my meal for me. Thankfully all the loads of cum Iâd been lucky to savor made my gullet slippery and the guy made a beeline straight into the embrace of my flesh. I tried to swallow down some air, but my throat was too tired and honestly it was hard to breathe with all that meat inside. It took what little strength I had left to drag myself to the table I had eaten Chris off of and where the guy left the pizzas. I felt the meat in my humongous stomach beginning to move less and less, even my dessert stopped squirming so much. They needed air to stay alive in me, but even if I could swallow some air down, sooner or later Iâd have to digest them just like all my food I eat. Speaking of eating, I felt a deep grumble from my gut as it began digesting the massive amounts of food it held and it mustâve started with the drunk and the stoner, because suddenly the pizza didnât look to daunting a task to consume. I threw open a box and was happy to see these guys order three large pizzas with nothing but meat toppings. A gainer never turns away a meal and a Predator consumes when heâs hungry, which meant he had a duty, no an obligation, to devour all of these pizzas before he took a nap while his food digested. As he shoved slices after slices down his mouth, he let gravity send them into his tank while using his free hand to rub the mound of fat he had grown so much pride in, occasionally rubbing over his prey inside and wishing he could fish out his rock hard cock from underneath his waist to give it some attention. If only Brent was around, or on the outside so I could get another blowjob, although Iâd rather be full than have my dick sucked. Nothing better than a gainer with a full gut, beating my record for most food eaten, trying out new foods and most importantly turning my dream into reality. I might not find another group of guys that want to get in this tank of mine, but food doesnât get a choice in where it ends up. If Iâm hungry and all I can find is a beefy guy, I hope heâs ready to spend sometime together while I become the Predator I always dreamed of being. I donât remember much after eating the last slice of pizza and feeling the combined effect of beer and weed, but I mustâve gotten to one of their bedrooms and when I woke up, I had a lot of new fat and the taste of musky cock on my lips to remind me of the day before. Maybe I should start luring in feeders for my monster gut to have, or better yet I could pretend to be a feeder and eat the gainers instead. My mouth is drooling at the thought of more live meat inside my stomach and it looks like itâs almost time for lunch. I wonder how many guys I can fit in it this time? Maybe Iâll try my luck at a trucker bar, Iâll bet I can fit two of the fattest guys in this tank after last night. Maybe three? Either way, guys are on the menu and I canât wait for my next taste of musky meat. Maybe Iâll hit the gym instead, that place is nothing but musk and sweat, plus the locker rooms would make a good hunting ground to gobble up all those fatties trying to drop weight, instead Iâll take it and add it to my own. God, being a Predator is gonna so be delicious.
