"Think you can resist my pred pheromones?" Dan posted online, and that itself was enough. At least one guy every week would show up to try and beat the "challenge" he'd issued. They'd goon out with their face in his pit, and inevitably, when he asked if they wanted to go home or get churned into a nutrient soup, they always chose to be his next meal.
His brother even fell for it. "Dude for real? That's crazy," he'd said. His own pheromones had never been that strong and consistent. "You're probably just running into willing prey who wanted to feed you anyway."
Dan had joked. "You want to find out?"
Of course, his brother laughed. "Pred musk doesn't work on family." There'd been decades of research into it and only like five confirmed cases of pheromones turning blood relations into eager gut sluts.
Of course, Dan took it as a challenge. They were just shooting the shit. He didn't expect it to work.
But the moment his brother started whimpering and lapping at his pit, begging for his dick, he knew his scent had worked his magic. So he dumped five loads in his brother's ass and throat. He thoroughly ruined the guy. Pissed on him. Stepped on him. He kept sticking his brother's face in his pit to make sure he stayed in that prey space.
And the whole time, his "pred" brother was begging to get used, churned, and dumped.
And after that fifth load, Dan's stomach growled.
And he shoved his own brother's feet in his mouth.
And he swallowed.
He blew another load as he swallowed his brother, and a seventh as the guy struggled away in his gut, movements growing fainter and fainter until he was nothing but a mushy mess.
We were just hanging out in his apartment like any other Friday night—pizza boxes on the coffee table, controllers in our hands, trash-talking each other over the latest fighting game. My best friend Mike had always been the bigger guy: tall, broad-shouldered, with a soft, heavy beer belly that he proudly showed off whenever he lifted his shirt after a big meal. I’d teased him about it for years, but tonight something felt… different.
He kept glancing at me with this strange, hungry look while we played. Then, right after I beat him for the third time in a row, he paused the game, set his controller down, and said quietly, “You know… I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, dude. Swallowing you whole and turning you into nothing but belly fat… and eventually pushing out whatever’s left.”
Before I could even ask what he meant, Mike lunged. His strong hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked me forward. In one smooth motion, he opened his mouth impossibly wide and shoved my head straight between his lips.
Everything went hot, wet, and dark instantly. His tongue slathered over my face, tasting me with slow, deliberate licks like I was the best thing he’d ever eaten. I tried to pull back, yelling, “Mike—what the fuck?! Stop!” but the words were swallowed up by the slick, rippling flesh of his throat. He gulped hard—GLURK—and my head slid down into the tight, muscular tube.
The pressure was crushing. His throat squeezed and pulsed around my shoulders as he swallowed again and again, each powerful gulp dragging me deeper. I felt his hands gripping my waist, lifting me off the couch so gravity could help him. My chest disappeared next, the wet heat sliding over my torso as my arms were pinned uselessly to my sides. I could hear his muffled moans of pleasure vibrating all around me.
“Mmmph… fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” his voice rumbled through the fleshy walls, thick with satisfaction.
My stomach slid past his tongue, and then my hips. By now his belly was already swelling dramatically outward. I could feel the way his gut stretched and bulged as more and more of me packed inside. My legs kicked wildly outside his mouth, shoes flailing in the air, but he just tilted his head back and took another long, greedy swallow. My thighs vanished, then my knees, until only my calves and feet were left twitching between his lips.
One final, wet GULP and my feet slipped inside. I was gone—completely sealed away inside my best friend’s stomach.
The inside was pitch black, unbearably hot, and incredibly tight. Thick, slimy walls pressed in from every direction, kneading and massaging my curled-up body. The air was thick and acrid, already starting to tingle against my skin as digestive juices began to pool around me. I pushed out desperately with my hands and elbows, feeling the soft, stretchy flesh of his belly bulge outward in clear imprints of my limbs.
Outside, I heard Mike let out a long, satisfied groan. “Ohhh fuck yes… all of you, right where you belong.” His big hands rubbed slow, heavy circles over the massive, sagging dome of his gut. I could feel every pat and rub through the walls. “My best friend… turned into nothing but belly food. You’re making me so full and round, dude. Look at how huge my gut is now."
His stomach responded with a deep, wet groooaaannn, the walls contracting tightly around me and sloshing the rising acids higher up my body. I kicked harder, screaming and pounding my fists against the churning sac. “Mike! Let me out! This isn’t funny!”
But my shouts only came out as faint, muffled gurgles from the outside. Mike chuckled, the sound vibrating pleasantly through his belly. “Sorry, man… no can do. You feel way too good in there. All that squirming is making my stomach work overtime. You’re gonna digest nice and slow for me, break down into nothing but nutrients and waste. Then I’ll push you out as a big, satisfying log—nothing left of my best friend but some shit I’ll flush away.”
He leaned back on the couch, and I felt the heavy weight of his belly settle over his lap, my curled-up form shifting inside with the movement. Another loud gurgle rolled through the chamber, followed by the wet sounds of digestion picking up speed. The tingling on my skin was turning into a burning itch as the acids rose.
Mike kept talking to me, voice lazy and content as he rubbed his swollen gut. “You always joked about how big my belly was… now you get to live in it. Permanently. Gonna turn you into more of this soft, jiggly gut."
I kept struggling, thrashing as hard as I could, but the walls only squeezed tighter in response, coating me in more thick, churning slime. His hands pressed down firmly on the bulges I made, pushing me deeper into the digestive soup.
The gurgles grew louder and wetter around me. I was trapped, helpless, and slowly breaking down inside my best friend’s warm, greedy stomach—nothing more than food for the guy I’d trusted most, soon to be disposed of like any other meal.
Jacob felt a bead of sweat on the back of his neck as he walked into his date's apartment after a good night. He was a little dude, 5'3, with beefy arms and eyes that nearly stopped Jake's heart when he looked right at them.
Nick smiled at him from across the room as he loosened his tie, "make yourself comfortable."
"I- I uh... I don't really do this often," Jake stammered out.
Nick walked across the room and rubbed the top of his hand, "there's no pressure. We don't even have to do anything if you don't want to."
"No, no I want to, I'm just.." Jake started.
Nick reached up and leaned Jake down by the back of the head into a kiss. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, shocked and amazed at the same time.
'Oh god, oh fuck, he kissed me,' he panicked to himself, 'he actually kissed me oh fuck, he's so hot and he kissed me.'
He felt his shirt being untucked on his right side followed by the warm presence of Nick's palm on his bare skin. Nick pulled away for a second and put their foreheads together, "It can't be comfortable for you to lean that far, why don't we move over here?"
Nick led him to the couch and climbed onto his lap. At 6'5, Jake still leaned his neck to kiss him. He felt his shirt get pulled up further as warm, soft hands rubbed his sides.
'He's so hot and he likes me, oh shit what do I do? How do I touch him back? Does he want me to? Oh fuck'
Jake slid his hand under the back of Nick's shirt and traced the back of his spine all the way to his neck. He felt Nick's bulge thrust against his chest for a moment before Nick pulled away from the kiss and took off his shirt. He came back into the kiss hard, pulling at Jake's hair and pushing him against the couch.
Jake responded by grabbing his ass hard, which got a soft moan out of Nick. He pulled at Nick's hair started to take the lead as Nick let out soft moans and leaned into his touch. Jake turned them around, pressing Nick into the cushions of the couch as he kissed him hard.
His mind raced, 'he likes this, he likes me, fuck he's even hotter when he moans,' as he kissed Nick harder. He ran a hand down from Nick's pillowy pecs down to his soft belly and gave a rough grab. Nick put his arms around Jake's head and started to open his mouth wider, taking in Jake's lower jaw.
Jake moved his hands to Nick's pecs and gave a squeeze as Nick flexed them and continued to open his mouth wider, drawing Jake's entire face inside. Jake moaned as the opening to Nick's throat grazed his cheeks, "oh fuck..."
Nick moved Jake's hand to his thick arm and let him feel him flex as he took the first swallow that pulled Jake in to his neck. He placed his other hand between Jake's thighs and rubbed tent between them before giving another swallow.
'Oh fuck yes, he's gonna do it,' Jake thought, his heart pounding. Nick gave another swallow that pulled his shoulders in and Jake wiggled forward, moving himself in faster.
Nick gave a slight gag as Jake forced his way in faster than Nick had intended followed by another gulp. Jake kept pushing, eager to slide all the way down, and felt Nick's body constrict around him violently.
Nick's stomach churned at the force Jake was pushing forward with. Another gulp and Jake's chest was inching down his throat - until he gave another push down. Nick's body responded immediately and he nearly threw his date up, but Jake's next well-timed push forced him to swallow, and in a single gulp his knees were at the top of Nick's throat.
A few pained, fast swallows followed and Nick felt Jake settle fully into his stomach. He moaned, not at the man nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than him crammed in his belly, but at the irritation in his throat from his overeager guest.
Jake squirmed as the warm stomach walls squeezed him tightly. "Oh fuck, it's even better than I thought it would be..." he said to himself.
"Dude.." Nick said, stifling a belch, "that's not safe."
Jake didn't hear him over the low groans of his angry stomach. He reached into his pants and rubbed his cock as his host's stomach let out low, aggressive sounds.
Outside, Nick was pulling his pants down. Guys this size stretched his stomach until it hurt in just the right way. Every time Jake shifted he felt the area grow almost too tight to stand before easing up again. When he heard Jake moaning inside of him, he couldn't contain himself and started to grind on his massive belly.
'Oh fuck I'm actually inside of him,' Jake thought to himself as he rubbed away, 'he's so hot and he ate me.'
Neither of them lasted long, both blowing their loads at nearly the same time. Nick let out a deep sigh, savoring the feeling of his overstuffed belly. He gave a small burp and started to push, but felt nothing coming. Jake shifted inside, letting out a small sigh.
Nick gave a harder push this time, one that would usually send a guy flying, but nothing. His throat prickled at the struggle from earlier and he gave another push, this time leaning down against the floor to try and push Jake out, but nothing. Jake stirred again, "everything okay?"
He gave another hard push, but nothing. "I uh... I can't get you up."
Jake got still. "What do you mean?"
Nick felt himself start to sweat, "Uh... I uh... I think you forcing your way down did something. My throat hurts and I can't... I can't force you out."
Jake started to shift more, his thrashing giving Nick an exhilarating mix of pleasure and pain. "What are you saying? I can't stay in here."
Nick gave a few more heavy heaves, but nothing. His belly gave a few gurgling sounds, which only made Jake thrash wildly. "I - OOF - I'm trying, but nothing is - oh fuck, you're kicking hard - I can't get anything up."
Jake started to punch and kick Nick from the inside like he was fighting his way out. The feeling woke something in Nick again as he felt his cock press against the shaking outside of his gut. "Dude, I'm sorry b - fuck - but I can't... I can't do anything. I'm trying but you just won't come up."
"LET ME OUT," Jake screamed. Nick's belly gave a few low groans and tightened around his thrashing meal, "YOU CAN'T EAT ME."
Nick let out a small burp, "I can't stop it. My stomach doesn't know the difference, it just - UURP - it just..." he trailed off. Nick was thrusting against his belly again, the painful stretching pushing against his stomach completely overwhelming him.
After an hour, the struggling had stopped and Nick's stomach was making louder and louder sounds. He came twice since realizing he couldn't spit Jake back up, and was on the edge again at the feeling of his stomach softening and churning what was inside. When he came again, he laid on his belly and listened to the sounds of his former date churning inside of him.
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He woke in the morning to find his stomach had shrunk significantly, and when he stood he felt the weight of his meal shifting in his intestines. He let out a wet burp and lifted himself off the ground, his belly hanging low. The warm water of the shower woke him up as he lowered himself to the floor. He gave his stomach a rub as he wrapped his arms around it, "somehow you look even sexier like this."
He leaned against the wall as the water poured over him and smiled at the warmth in his belly. Maybe he should let his dates out less often.
“Fuck bruh just digest already,” Evan whined as he fell back on his bed. His gut sloshed loudly, the bubbling cauldron loudly reorienting itself. Now entering day 3 of digestion, his best friend’s little brother was more liquid than boy at this point, but the undigested flesh and bones that remained were being a bitch to break down. The teen closed his eyes and groaned in discomfort: he felt disgustingly full, had god awful heartburn, and it felt like there was a blockage somewhere deep in his lower bowels. It was probably the boy’s skull or his yet-to-be shattered pelvis. *ggWuORrrrPp*
Evan’s gut let out a sickly groan that seemed to travel through his guts and up his throat, stinging the boy’s throat with its disgusting scent of mid-stage digestion. The acids and stench of decomposing little boy sizzled at his throat before it burst out of his mouth as a long *BWOURRRRRPP* Drool slobbered down his face and onto his sheets as the smell hit him. It was almost as if he had farted out his mouth. It was then that Evan’s gut let out an even more nauseating, deafening gurgle. This seemed to open the flood gates in the teens guts, and in between the sickening blast of digestive roars was muffled snap deep in Evan’s guts, a wet snap that ended with a series of light crunches, a crunching that was unlike the familiar, brittle snap of an acid bleached bone. Evan knew what this meant from past meals; whatever limb or body part that was just pulverized in his guts was still largely in tact. The flesh and meat only slightly melted by his gastric juices. Evan’s mind then wandered, thinking about how much of the little boy was still human-esque snaking through his guts. Had the boy’s face sloughed off into the meaty slop? Was it stuck in an eternal scream as it bulged through the rippling flesh of Evan’s lower guts? Was the boy’s torso still intact, smooth skin turning a disgusting pink as it joined sizzling the sizzling gore, his little dick still dripping pre-cum. “Fuck…” Evan muttered as his cock hardened. His phone lit up in the corner of his eye. It was a snap from his best friend... Evan smirked, another soft burp working its way up from his corrosive gut.
I wish I could find someone to churn me down and reform me to fill me up with my old self...
"No, you're not a reformer," said the doctor as you sat in the room to receive the results of your vore aptitude test. Everyone took it when they turned 20 to see if they were a pred, prey, or on the outskirts of it all. When he first said you were prey, your heart sank. It meant there'd be a chance every single day you'd wind up meeting your end digesting away in some dude.
But things got better when he said you were a rare, non-fatal prey type. "I'm a reformer?" you'd asked, pulling at the hospital gown they made everyone wear when hearing their results for some reason. It wasn't that rare of a type, actually. About half of all genetic prey were.
That's when he clarified. "You're a respawner."
"Like... in a video game?" You couldn't wrap your head around it. "So I'll wind up living the same day over again?"
He pursed his lips. "Experience is a better teacher than trying to explain the intricacies of it all." He pushed down his dress pants to reveal his soft cock. It rested on top of two, low-hanging, hairless testicles. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
His cock jumped a few times before it started to thicken up.
You swallowed. You hadn't seen his clipboard. There was a chance he was lying about it all, and you'd wind up as nothing more than a frothy load.
Before you could properly freak out, though, his cock lashed out. The piss slit opened wide, and the world went dark. It was sticky. Wet. Tight. It smelled like a strange mix of cum and piss. It wasn't... a bad smell. You definitely had to be prey, then. Only prey could find something intoxicating at the potential of getting churned.
The doc didn't take his time gobbling you up. Maybe that meant he was telling the truth. If it was a sex thing, he would make sure to enjoy it. If it was a domination thing, he'd be teasing you. And if it was pure hunger, you would have heard his balls growling, but they never did.
You sank further and further down the swallowing shaft. Muscles pressed down on you tighter than you'd ever been held. You could hear his heartbeat.
His sack felt exactly how you expected it to when your body fell inside of it. It was hot. Stretchy. Comfortable but not. Your head spun with all the sexy smells and tastes. You could somehow see in there. You watched the sperm wash over your body.
"I'm going to make this quick," the doctor said.
His nuts clenched up. You groaned out in a combination of pleasure and pain. They relaxed. You tried to catch your breath, but then they clenched again. You watched your flesh turn white. You were getting -- CLENCH.
You burst.
The world went dark.
You opened your eyes. You sat naked on the examination table. The doc's cock was back to a normal size, but his balls rested on the floor, filled to the brim with gallons of... "That's me?" you asked, staring at them.
The doctor nodded. "You get it now?"
You didn't. You would when you had time to think about it. But right then you didn't give a shit. You slipped down onto the floor and you cuddled into his sack.
He sighed. "Well, I guess it's good you prey are always such sluts when it comes to this. I need to get my sack back to a reasonable size so I can get on with my work. How about I pump your remains down your throat?"
Before he'd finished the question, your lips were wrapped around his shaft.
It was the first time in your long life as a predator. When you were hungry during your bulk, you would simply scoop one of the new gym members, gulp them, and wait until they were completely digested to get a boost of energy and some more muscle mass. But this time, it was different. The twink you ate one week ago, you could feel it was not completely digested, his soul being captured by some abdominal fat you were not able to drop, his thoughts mixing with yours, his scream of fears asking you to make him free, as if there was a way to recover a fully digested body. While it was a funny feeling to feel dominant, knowing this poor guy was forever caught in your own body, his voice in your head was driving you insane, so you had to fix it.
So you decided to put this "sentient body fat" on a challenge. You woke up early in the morning and went to your local gym at 5 a.m.; no one was in sight. You got on the treadmill, and poking your abs, you said, "Today is the day, man, I will get rid of you, and get all your energy that I need!". And then you started training, sweating, burning calories without stopping. You could feel the soul of the twink being compressed, the movement of the abs trying to rip him apart, to subdue him and make it fully yours. After 1 hour of cardio, you could feel the twink soul was on the verge, almost ready to give up, and being absorbed completely. But you wanted to make sure your bulk was not affected, and today it was arms day, so you quickly moved to some cable and started doing some bicep curls, to make all his essence flow on the part of the body you wanted to grow. You needed a lot of bicep curls; your arms were getting sore, but after like 10 minutes on the cable, you felt it. The soul of the twink orgasmed, as it had reached a point of no return, finally accepting his fate. You could feel him being torn apart by all the muscles around him, and his life essence finally flowing in the veins of your huge arms, what you were waiting for in this last week. Probably the long wait in your body made this soul way richer than the average guy you digested, because you felt feral, a beast ready to explode, ready to bust some of the testosterone you got from him inside some fortunate guy that would have entered the gym for a short morning workout.
You watched yourself in the mirror, savoring the moment, seeing your muscles grow, flexing them to make sure nothing of the twink soul would go to waste. And after nothing was left of the twink, and you sat on a bench waiting for someone to breed in the gym shower, you just hoped the next victim would get the same fate. Because eating a man is incredible, but totally subduing them this way... only the best predators can do it.
Every now and then, my boyfriend would lift up his shirt to show off his belly. When I was thinking about grad school and asked him, "Where should I go?", he showed off his gut. I'd ask him something dumb like, "How would you want to die?" And he'd shrug, say something about old age, then say, "I know how you should go, though." Then he'd lift up his shirt.
Sometimes after a date, we'd cuddle up on the couch, and he'd put my head on his belly. I could hear it gurgle as he digested his dinner. "That's gonna be you."
Once we were talking about cool last words, and he randomly farted. He laughed after apologizing and then said, "That'll be what your last words sound like."
At first, it all kind of put me off. But now, honestly, I kind of like the idea. When I've had a hard day, I ask, "Can I see my dream home?" My boyfriend lifts his shirt up and lets me cuddle with his gut.
At this point, we both know the truth. One day, sooner or later, I'll be melting away in his stomach. Because that's what true love is.
Life is cyclic, and so am I, it seems!
It has been a while since the last time I wrote some stories here on Tumblr, but over the last years I spent a lot of time focusing on myself and dealing with who I am. In particular, after I realized being asexual, I wrongly felt like writing all these stories was forcing me to be sexual, and I needed to take a break from all of this. Time has healed me, and I understand I can still enjoy vore and all the content because what I love is that feeling of dominance, knowing someone can treat you like a piece of meat, and the sexual part is just part of that domination, but it is not necessary. In this sense, @jabwoof7 really helped me in dealing with this "minor life crisis" I had: seeing another fellow asexual guy enjoying vore definitely helped me in re-accepting my old love for vore and kinks, so thank you, man!
I am happy to have seen the community of vore blogs get some growth during the years, and despite being far away from the old gold days, there is always some good content to read, and now with a new surge of energy, I want to contribute again to the content (in particular thank you @conchoronzon, some of the stories you wrote got me so back in my old vore mood, so it is partially your fault I am getting back here hehe).
I hope to keep this spark and provide some juicy vore content (in particular, continuing the "experiments" storyline I started years ago), and I am open to listening to your feedback, because yeah, I of course write these stories to satisfy my desires, but if I can make other people here horny and aroused, why shouldn't I :)
After saving money for 2 years, to enjoy a well-deserved vacation in Honolulu, your only thought was relaxing and resting to start the new year with new energy. You were not expecting to meet this well-built daddy on the beach of the resort, the very first day of your vacation. You were not expecting him to start a conversation with you, drink a cocktail together, and then invite you into his room to "enjoy some time", an offer you could never say no to. You were not expecting to kiss those hairy, juicy pecs, massaging his strong legs, while he was flexing his arms, showing his superiority against you. And when he got more comfortable and removed his swim trunks, to reveal a big dick, erect and waiting to be sucked, you were not expecting to be the lucky one enjoying it, your throat being massaged by the length of the shaft, the flavour of human musk invading your body. He was not treating you gently, for him, you were a flashlight just to be used and fucked, but you did not care, you were enjoying the moment, you just craved this huge muscular body to be close to you and dominate you.
After he cum and made sure you swallowed his load, you were not expecting him to say, "Thank you, man, I will never forget the blowjob you gave me, but now a man has to eat!" and quickly grab you to gulp you down. He was so strong and big compared to you, so there was no way for you to escape his strong grip. And just like that, you were a lump barely visible under his abs, stretching his muscular body while he patted his belly and rested on the sofa, waiting for the digestive juices to claim you, make you a part of him forever. In just a matter of hours, your body had been converted to a mere human mush, nutrients flowing into the body of this sexy daddy to make him sexier, stronger, hornier. No trace of you would have been left in the world, other than some new hair on his torso due to the testosterone in your body, body hair that he would caress from time to time, remembering all the victims that fell victim to his musk and his body.
You were not expecting to die and be digested by a man on your first day of vacation, but somehow you know it is the right place to end your life, and you are grateful to be a part of him.
When Ximd warns someone that his belly is not for beginners he really means it, one of his friends started getting into vore and wanted to try it out for the first time with Ximd since he thought that by being friends he would be safe from danger.
"I wouldn't recommend it, I'm an experienced pred and this belly right here" he slaps and jiggles his belly for emphasis "does not care what ends up inside, it all gets churned up the same."
"Don't worry! I'm sure I'll be fine it will just be 5 mins, I don't think you will be able to digest me that fast!" Said his friend, teasing and getting ready for the ride.
"I'm not sure you will last even 3 mins but suit yourself, I won't say no to a nice lunch." Ximd said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Ximd belly started growling and gurgling with anticipation, excited to get stuffed full and digest anything in it's path.
"Last chance to change your fate?" Ximd warned before grabbing his future mea- his friend by the sides.
"Bottoms up big guy! I'll see you after 5 mins!" His friend eagerly presented his hands to the cavernous maw that stretched before him.
He was practically crawling his way down Ximd's gullet, normally such an eager prey may catch off guard some preds and could even choke some of them, but to Ximd it was nothing.
He masterfully swallowed his friend, with great gulps he got his prey down to his thighs in mere seconds, then another gulp and the legs were swallowed up, his belly started expanding to encompass his meal comfortably, feeling his meal explore around inside his gut made him excited, with one last gulp he took the last of his friend and sent him straight to his tank.
*Uuuurp*
"Well that was a good meal, let's see how long you really manage to stay there" Ximd jiggled his belly as he started hearing the sloshing sounds of digestion starting.
His belly took over and went into overdrive, feeling the prey deposited inside him, his stomach started kneading down the prey, squishing him down harder and harder, the movements inside became agitated but not even after 2 minutes passed, Ximd belly claimed it's food and started processing him.
"Well I did try to warn you" *burp* "guess I'll have to sleep you off now, thanks for the meal friend."
Ximd set off with one less friend, but feeling satiated for the day.
Johnny stared down at his pecs in disbelief. Ten minutes ago, he was hugging his son to celebrate the college nerd's first marathon. The next thing he knew, his chest was flexing. A heat was spreading through his body, and his son's head sank between his pecs into the hairy space between. Johnny couldn't process what was happening, and he could only watch as his son reached up to pull his head out of his father's chest only for the 20-year-old's hands to slip in that same space.
His head fell back. Johnny groaned and moaned. It was wrong, but the burn felt so right. And the run made him so hungry. As his son vanished inside him, Johnny reached down and rubbed his thick cock through his shorts.
When his pecs squeezed down on his son's feet, Johnny roared. Cum cannoned out his dick. And his son fell the rest of the way inside.
He didn't know where inside him his boy was, but he could feel him somewhere in there. He was full. His muscles burned, but they relaxed, too. He was getting some sort of internal massage.
As he drove home, he could feel his son flowing into him, feeding him muscles, adding to the hair on his chest and, he could tell instinctively, the years on his lifespan. So, too, came his memories. It was like they were becoming one.
He parked at his house, marched over to his husband, and grabbed the bear by the shirt collar. "I need daddy's cock in my ass right now," Johnny said.
A commission for an anonymous user here featuring a bear pred, I absolutely love bears & I'm glad I finally have the chance to write 'em. Thank you so much for commissioning me!
“Mate, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Olly said, leaning back on the worn-out sofa, scratching his thick beard. His massive frame barely fit into the old piece of furniture, his stomach peeking out from under his grey shirt, showing a bit of that furry belly he was known for. His deep, baritone voice had a hint of confusion and discomfort, as he stared across at his best friend, Jamie, who was pacing nervously.
“I’m not. I’ve thought about this for ages, Ol. I... I need you to do it,” Jamie muttered, biting his lip. He stood there, thin and wiry, with wide eyes and hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice shook, but there was a stubborn determination in it.
“Mate, come on. You’re asking me to... eat you. Like, actually eat you,” Olly said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He wasn’t really sure how to handle this. “You don’t just drop this shit on someone over beers, yeah?”
Jamie stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes pleading. “I know, I know it sounds mental, but... it’s what I want. You’re my best mate, Olly. There’s no one else I’d trust with this. You’ve gotta do it. I’m begging you.”
Olly frowned, looking away, a hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not that I don’t... appreciate the trust, but... fuck, Jamie. How do you even expect me to do something like that? I’m not—”
“You are, Ol. You’re the only one who can,” Jamie interrupted, stepping closer. “Please, mate, you’ve gotta stop pretending this isn’t what we’ve both thought about. You’re a... you’re a fucking bear,” Jamie’s voice cracked slightly, but he reached out, placing a hand on Olly’s knee. “You’ve got the body, the strength. You could do it, easy. And... and I need it. I need you to swallow me whole.”
Olly's brow furrowed as he looked at Jamie’s desperate face. His gut churned with a mix of discomfort and something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. “You’re mad. I could seriously hurt you. Christ, Jamie, I could kill you.”
“I know!” Jamie’s voice was almost a shout now, and he slid onto his knees in front of Olly, grabbing his hand. “That’s the point! I’m begging you, Olly. It’s what I want. What I need.”
Olly stared down at his mate, who was gripping his hand like a lifeline. “Jamie, mate, listen to yourself. You’re asking for something that—”
Jamie cut him off again, this time more forcefully, grabbing Olly’s hand and pushing it toward his own face, even slipping Olly’s thick fingers into his mouth. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Do it, Olly. Swallow me. I’m ready, please.”
Olly pulled his hand back, his breath coming quicker now, a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t like the way Jamie’s voice was cracking, the way his body trembled. He looked away, unable to meet Jamie’s gaze. “I can’t, mate. I just... can’t.”
Jamie, trembling now, grabbed Olly’s hand again, shoving it back against his lips, almost pushing the fingers into his mouth. “You can! You fucking can, Olly! Just—just start! Please!” His words were muffled now, desperate, as he pushed his face against Olly’s palm, his breath ragged.
Olly felt his heart hammering in his chest, his mind racing. Every instinct told him to push Jamie away, to stop this madness, but... he couldn’t ignore the way Jamie was begging for it. For him.
Olly let out a deep sigh, his hand still hovering near Jamie's face, feeling his mate’s hot breath on his skin. He could see it now, plain as day—the bulge straining against Jamie’s jeans, his eyes glazed over with lust. “You’re fuckin’ serious, aren’t ya?” Olly muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Bloody hell, you’re even hard.”
Jamie’s face flushed, but he didn’t pull away. His hand was already pressing against the front of his jeans, rubbing slow circles over his erection as he stared up at Olly. “Please, Ol. I... I want it,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
Olly chuckled darkly, his wide chest rising and falling under his shirt as he looked down at Jamie, eyes narrowing. “You’re a proper filthy fucker, Jamie. Look at you. Gaggin’ for it.” He leaned forward, his large hand gripping Jamie’s chin. “Alright then, let’s see if you’re really up for this.”
Olly sat up a bit straighter, leaning his hefty frame forward, looming over Jamie. Slowly, deliberately, he opened his mouth, letting his thick, wet tongue slide out, close enough for Jamie to feel the heat of his breath. “Last chance to bail, mate,” Olly teased, but he knew what he’d see.
Jamie’s breathing hitched, his hand squeezing his bulge harder as he rubbed himself through his jeans. “Fuck... Olly... do it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.
Olly growled low in his throat, shaking his head as he leaned in. His lips parted further, and with a slow, almost agonizing pace, he let his tongue drag across Jamie’s cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. His other hand gripped Jamie’s jaw, holding him in place. “You’re a right horny bastard, Jamie. Bet you’d cum just from this, wouldn’t ya?” His voice was thick with amusement, his words a taunt.
Without waiting for a response, Olly pushed forward, letting Jamie’s head press into his mouth. His tongue slid across Jamie’s face, tasting the sweat and heat, the salty tang of his skin. No hesitation now. Olly was done teasing. His thick lips stretched wider as he pushed Jamie’s head deeper inside, the warmth of his mouth engulfing him.
Jamie’s body tensed for a second, but not out of fear. His hands moved faster, one unzipping his jeans in a rush, shoving them down just enough to grip his cock. “Fuck… Olly...” he groaned, panting hard as his fingers wrapped tight around his shaft, jerking it fast, slick from precum. The pressure of Olly’s mouth on him only spurred him on.
Olly sucked hard, his tongue swirling around Jamie’s head, tasting every inch of his skin. His breath was hot and heavy, nose pressed against Jamie’s neck, sucking him deeper. With a grunt, he tugged Jamie closer, guiding him further inside, lips sealed tight around his mate’s face.
Jamie’s voice was a muffled moan, barely making it past Olly’s throat. His hands worked faster, jerking himself off like his life depended on it, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “Fuck… oh, fuck...”
Olly could feel the way Jamie was squirming, the way his body trembled, and it made him grin around his mouthful. “Told you… you were a filthy fucker,” he growled, though his words were muffled now too. He pushed Jamie in further, feeling the hard, quick movements of Jamie’s hands as he rubbed his cock furiously, already dripping.
He was halfway there. No turning back now.
With a rough shove, Olly’s throat opened wider, pulling Jamie’s shoulders inside with a wet, heavy gulp. Jamie groaned, the sensation of being swallowed sending shivers down his spine. But it also made his movements awkward, leaving him unable to jerk his cock the way he had been. He tried, hand fumbling down his stomach to reach himself, but the angle was all wrong, and his arm was half-pinned by Olly’s throat.
Olly’s eyes flicked down, noticing Jamie’s desperate struggle to keep going, trying to grip himself. With a low, teasing laugh, Olly grabbed Jamie’s hand, immobilizing it in one strong fist.
"Nah, mate," Olly growled, his voice thick and muffled around the mass of his friend in his mouth. "I'll take over."
Before Jamie could say anything, Olly’s free hand wrapped around his cock, big fingers gripping tight, stroking in rhythm. The rough skin dragged over Jamie’s slick shaft, and the reaction was instant. Jamie’s hips bucked, but Olly’s grip held him steady, keeping him in place as he swallowed him deeper, mouth working over Jamie’s chest now.
"F-fuck!" Jamie gasped, chest heaving with labored breaths, his voice strangled as Olly's throat clenched tight around his body. His cock throbbed in Olly’s hand, leaking more with every rough pump.
Olly didn’t stop. He worked Jamie’s cock harder, teasing the head with his thumb, fingers sliding over every inch with precise, almost possessive motions. Each stroke sent shudders through Jamie’s body, trapped as he was, his head foggy from the heat of Olly’s mouth. The suction was tight, the wet warmth of it seemed to seep into Jamie’s bones, and a loud burp escaped Olly’s lips as Jamie slid deeper into him. "Hah, didn’t think that’d happen so soon,"
Swallowing again, Olly dragged him deeper, groaning low in his throat, vibrating through Jamie’s whole body. Jamie could only moan, his free hand twitching uselessly at his side as Olly controlled everything—his cock, his body, the very air he breathed.
The pace quickened, Olly’s grip growing firmer. "Bet you love this, yeah?" Olly muttered, the words almost swallowed along with Jamie as his tongue slid over his chest.
Olly didn't waste any more time. With a strong swallow, Jamie's waist slipped into his throat, his hips the last to clear the stretch of Olly's lips. His tongue worked its way around Jamie's cock, dragging across the sensitive skin, tasting the precum that dripped down. Jamie's muffled moans were barely audible, but the way his body jerked and twitched inside Olly’s mouth told the full story.
Olly’s tongue wrapped tighter around Jamie’s dick, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as the pressure built up in Jamie’s core. He couldn’t even move his hips to thrust—Olly had total control. Jamie’s hands tried to push or grab something, but he was swallowed too far down, and the pleasure made his body weak. The wet heat of Olly’s mouth around him sent Jamie spiraling.
His release came hard. Jamie’s body tensed, a sharp muffled cry breaking through the tight seal of Olly’s lips as he spilled against Olly’s tongue, shaking uncontrollably. Olly swallowed again, slow and deliberate, dragging Jamie’s hips and thighs into his throat, pulling him deeper with each gulp.
Olly barely slowed down as he worked Jamie’s legs into his mouth, the bulge of his gut growing larger, stretching his shirt and pants as Jamie disappeared. With one final, deep swallow, Olly’s stomach expanded over his thighs, a heavy, round weight settling in his gut. He patted his gut, a belch bubbling up as he sighed in satisfaction. “There it is,” Olly chuckled, wiping his lips.
Jamie was nothing more than a curled-up mass inside, his form outlined in Olly’s skin as the last of him disappeared. His faint, muffled breaths and weak moans vibrated through Olly’s thick belly, lost in the slow groans of digestion as Olly sat back, feeling the weight of his best friend settle deep inside him.
Jamie shifted inside Olly's gut, adjusting as much as he could in the cramped, tight space. His breath was heavy, but he was smiling, his voice muffled but still teasing. “No coming back from this, mate,” he muttered, giving the inside of Olly’s stomach a soft nudge with his elbow. “You’ve got me now, gonna digest me nice and slow. Bet your slow-ass metabolism is gonna make this real cozy for the next few hours, huh?”
Olly chuckled, running a hand over the bulging curve of his belly. He could feel Jamie’s movements, the faint outline of his body pressing against his skin. “Cozy now,” Olly smirked, "but we both know what's coming, don’t we?" He gave his gut a pat, feeling Jamie shift in response. “Enjoy it while you can. By tomorrow, it’s gonna be fucking hell in there.”
For the first couple of hours, Jamie squirmed gently in the wet heat of Olly’s stomach. The tightness around him wasn’t unbearable, more like an intense hug, the walls squeezing him from all sides. The air was thick, humid, making every breath feel like he was inhaling through a wet cloth, but he still felt his heart pounding with adrenaline. The burn hadn’t started yet, just a faint warmth that spread across his skin as Olly’s gut slowly kicked into gear.
He could feel every ripple, every small movement of Olly’s body as the big man shifted in his chair or walked around. The rhythmic gurgling of digestion had started, but it was slow, almost soothing at this stage. Jamie felt the pressure building around him, but it wasn’t painful yet—just tight, wet, and hot. He couldn’t move much, his limbs pinned in place, but he didn’t mind. It was strangely calming, the feeling of being completely enveloped, his best mate’s stomach holding him in place like he was meant to be there.
“Bet it feels real snug right now, huh?” Olly teased, leaning back, his fingers rubbing slow circles over the stretched skin of his belly. “Enjoy it while it lasts, ‘cause once I hit the sack and sleep this off, my body’s gonna go into overdrive. By the time I wake up, you’ll be begging me to let you out. Too bad I won’t be able to hear you.”
Jamie’s muffled laugh echoed inside Olly’s gut. “Better make it quick, then,” he teased back, the sound of his voice barely audible through the layers of flesh and muscle. “I’m not scared.”
Olly smirked, giving his stomach a harder slap. “We’ll see about that.”
The night was slow, suffocating, and unbearably hot. Jamie had started out feeling relatively okay, cramped and squeezed tight in Olly’s stomach, but now that familiar burn had escalated into something far worse. The heat around him intensified, and the gurgling of Olly’s gut had become louder, more aggressive as the night wore on. The stomach walls pressed in tighter, kneading and churning him as if they knew exactly what was happening. The process of digestion was underway, and it was far from kind.
Jamie gritted his teeth, trying to breathe through the discomfort, but each gasp felt shallow and labored. The thick, acidic air was making it impossible to fill his lungs, and every now and then, a ripple of acid would wash over his body, making him wince. His skin felt raw now, the burn more than just heat—actual pain starting to set in. The sensation was creeping slowly, eating away at him bit by bit.
In the middle of the night, Olly stirred, groaning as he adjusted in his bed. He lazily rubbed his swollen gut, still bloated with the form of his best mate. Even in his sleep, his body was working overtime, and Jamie could feel it. Olly yawned, letting out a deep, echoing burp, waking up just enough to speak, his voice heavy with sleep and amusement.
"Still kickin' in there, huh?" he mumbled, patting his gut roughly. "Told ya it’d get worse. And trust me, this is just the start, mate. You’re in for a fucking long ride."
Jamie tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper now, his strength drained by the constant assault of Olly’s digestive system. His words were slurred, muffled beyond recognition as he weakly pushed against the walls of Olly’s stomach. "O-Olly… hurts…"
But Olly either couldn’t hear him, or didn’t care. He chuckled sleepily, his hand tracing the outline of Jamie’s barely discernible form. “Good. S’pose that’s what you wanted, yeah? Don’t start crying about it now.”
With a cruel smirk, Olly closed his eyes again, falling back asleep while his stomach continued its relentless work. The acids churned around Jamie, sloshing him about as if he were just another meal, his body slowly breaking down bit by bit.
By the time the sun rose, Jamie was in agony. His skin felt like it was on fire, and the pressure around him had only increased as Olly’s gut squeezed him tighter with each passing hour. Every breath he took felt like swallowing acid, the air so thick and noxious that it made him want to retch. His body felt heavy, sluggish, like it was dissolving from the inside out.
Olly woke up slowly, stretching and letting out a deep yawn. He groaned, rubbing his gut with a satisfied smirk. His stomach had shrunk a little, but Jamie’s shape was still evident, though softer now. The hours of digestion had already started to take their toll.
“Still with me, Jamie?” Olly teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. He gave his gut a hard slap, making it jiggle as he sat up in bed. “Figured you'd be mush by now, but I guess you’re still hangin’ on. Can’t say that’ll last much longer, though.”
Jamie’s muffled voice was barely audible, and when he did speak, it was strained, weak, and almost incoherent. “O-Olly… pl-please…”
But Olly just laughed, rolling out of bed and standing up, his gut still bulging out in front of him. He ran his hands over the swollen mass, feeling how soft Jamie had become inside. “Please what? Please finish you off quicker? Nah, mate, this is gonna take a while. Gotta let my body do its thing, and trust me, it’s not in a hurry.”
The day dragged on in unbearable agony for Jamie. The pain was constant now, every inch of his body feeling like it was being dissolved, broken down bit by bit. The acids were relentless, eating away at his flesh, and the tightness of Olly’s stomach only made it worse. It felt like he was being crushed, his bones creaking under the pressure, his skin stinging from the corrosive environment.
Olly, meanwhile, went about his day with a satisfied smirk. His belly was still heavy, though smaller now as Jamie’s body slowly melted away inside him. Every now and then, he’d give his gut a squeeze, feeling the soft mass that used to be his best friend.
“Damn, Jamie, you’re really breakin’ down in there, huh?” Olly teased, his tone casual but cruel. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his gut slowly as it gurgled and churned. “Bet it’s hell in there, but you asked for it. Not much left of ya now, but I’m takin’ my time. Gonna enjoy every second of this.”
Jamie could barely respond. His voice was no more than a faint whisper now, his body too broken down to fight back. All he could do was endure the pain, his mind clouded with the sensation of being slowly dissolved inside Olly’s gut.
Olly reveled in his control. He’d never felt more powerful than he did now, with Jamie struggling and fading inside him. His massive belly was a constant reminder of the dominance he had over his best friend. Each movement Jamie made was weaker than the last, the once lively body now little more than a mass of pain and suffering, and Olly loved it. He'd give his gut a rough slap from time to time, making it jiggle, then chuckle when he felt Jamie squirm in response.
"Keep squirming, mate," Olly said with a low growl, his voice thick with amusement. "Not that it’ll do you any good. You're just mush in there now." He leaned back, his gut pressing into his thighs, feeling the slow churn beneath his skin as his stomach worked Jamie down bit by bit. He could almost imagine the flesh melting away, the bones softening, leaving nothing but the faintest outline.
Inside, Jamie was in sheer agony. His body felt like it was on fire, the acids eating away at him slowly, painfully. Every breath was a battle, the air thick and stinging. He tried to move, to push against the walls of Olly’s stomach, but he had no strength left. His skin burned, every nerve ending lit up with excruciating pain. His muscles ached as they dissolved, the feeling of his body breaking down was unbearable, but he was trapped, helpless inside the unforgiving heat of Olly's belly.
"Thought you could handle it, huh?" Olly sneered, giving his gut a hard rub. "But you're nothing now. Just food. How's that feel, Jamie? Knowing you're just a lump of meat getting melted away in my stomach." He burped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, followed by the deep gurgle of his gut working away at Jamie's body. "Bet you're regretting it now, huh? Begging me for this. But it’s too late, mate. You're mine."
Every gurgle, every churn of Olly's stomach was a reminder of his absolute control. He had taken Jamie in, and now he was breaking him down, bit by bit, turning his best mate into nothing more than a mass of digesting flesh. Jamie’s muffled whimpers barely registered to Olly anymore; they were nothing but the last vestiges of a person who had begged for this.
Olly pressed his hand against his gut, feeling Jamie’s weak movements beneath the surface. “Still kickin’? Guess I’ll let you stew a little longer. Ain’t in any rush to finish you off.” His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he felt Jamie’s form soften further.
Inside, Jamie was nearing his limit. The pain was constant, his body being slowly consumed by the relentless acids. He wanted to scream, to beg Olly to stop, but his voice was too weak, his body too broken down. All he could do was endure it, praying for the end that he knew was coming, even though Olly seemed determined to make it last as long as possible.
Over the next few days, Jamie’s body continued to break down. The pain was constant, but his mind had become so foggy that it was hard to even register it fully. He was a mass of barely-there flesh, his body liquefying inside Olly’s stomach, reduced to little more than nutrients.
Olly’s belly had shrunk considerably, but there was still a faint outline of Jamie left, a reminder of what had once been his best friend. The big man was lazier now, sitting around with his hand resting comfortably on his gut, letting out a low, rumbling burp. A satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“You’re pretty much gone now, mate,” Olly muttered, giving his belly a rough pat. “Can feel you sloshin’ around in there. Almost finished with ya. Bet you didn’t think it’d take this long, did ya?”
Jamie’s response was nothing more than a weak, gurgled moan, barely audible through the thick walls of Olly’s stomach.
Olly chuckled, standing up and giving his gut a final squeeze. “Guess this is it, Jamie. Last day in there. Hope it was worth it, ‘cause once you’re gone, that’s it. No more.”
And with that, Olly sat back down, letting his body finish the process. His stomach worked slowly, relentlessly, breaking down the last remnants of Jamie over the next several hours. By the time the day was done, Olly’s gut had returned to its normal size, with no trace of his best friend left—just a slight softness where his muscles had once been tight.
Olly stretched, letting out a satisfied groan as he patted his now-flat belly. “Well, Jamie,” he muttered to himself, “looks like you’re all mine now.”
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Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Multiple Swallowings, Safe Vore with Eventual Digestion, Betrayal
“You fucking serious?” Demyan blurted out, staring at Levko as if he had just sprouted a second head.
Levko leaned back in his chair, his belly pressing comfortably against the edge of the table as he took a slow sip of his beer. The kitchen around them was warm and dimly lit, cluttered with the casual mess of a bachelor’s place—empty takeout containers, a stray gym towel draped over a chair. It had the lived-in feel of somewhere that valued comfort over style, much like Levko himself. He was the kind of guy who never fussed over a beer belly or the extra softness around his sides; he wore his dad bod like it was the most natural thing in the world. His beard, dark and full, framed a face that always seemed to be on the verge of a smile.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” Levko replied, shrugging casually as if he were suggesting they try a new restaurant instead of what he had just proposed. “I mean, why not? You’ve been curious about it, right?”
Demyan’s face twisted, caught between disbelief and a reluctant curiosity. He fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, a nervous habit Levko had noticed the day they first met. They had been friends for quite a while, sharing the kind of quiet camaraderie that came naturally when an introvert gets adopted by an outgoing extrovert. Demyan, with his thoughtful eyes and soft-spoken demeanor, wasn’t the type to dive into wild ideas without thinking them through from every angle. It was one of the things Levko liked about him—the guy’s cautiousness balanced out his own impulsive streak.
“I—” Demyan started, then stopped, shaking his head. “No, I haven’t been curious about… this. I didn’t even know this was a thing until five minutes ago.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that only seemed to make him appear smaller. “You’re telling me… you eat people? Like, for real?”
Levko chuckled, a deep, easy laugh that bounced off the walls of the small kitchen. “Not just anyone, man. Only those who are up for it, you know? Consensual and all that.” He tapped the side of his beer bottle thoughtfully. “It’s just… I dunno, something about it feels right. Like, natural. And look, I get it’s weird. Most people think it’s weird. But it’s not like I’m out there hunting people down. You’re my friend, Dem. And hey,” he added with a grin, “you’re delicious.”
Demyan’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and he quickly looked away, the comment hitting him in an unexpected place between flattery and utter confusion. He fiddled with his phone on the table, scrolling aimlessly just to keep his hands busy. “You can’t be serious,” he muttered again, though his voice had lost some of its initial edge.
“I wouldn’t joke about this,” Levko said, leaning forward slightly, his belly brushing the edge of the table. There was a sincerity in his eyes that Demyan had come to trust over the past few months. Levko had always been easygoing, the kind of guy who could make you laugh with a simple, well-timed comment or who could pull you into a conversation so deep you’d lose track of time. They had spent countless evenings just like this—talking, drinking, unraveling bits of their lives to each other.
Levko ran a hand through his hair, his expression softening. “You’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately, right? This could be… I don’t know, an escape? A way to let go? You’d be safe the whole time. I’d never hurt you, Demyan, not unless you want it.” He gestured to himself, his body, the soft belly that rose and fell gently with each breath. “I’ve done it before. They usually come out fine.”
“Yeah, but… swallowed? Like… actually in there?” Demyan gestured vaguely at Levko’s stomach, his fingers trembling slightly.
Levko’s grin widened, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Yeah, man. Actually in there. I’ll keep you safe. I promise. And I think you’d be surprised how… relaxing it can be. Hell, you might even like it.”
Demyan swallowed hard, his mind racing through a hundred objections and half-formed thoughts. He knew Levko wasn’t messing with him—he could tell from the way Levko was watching him, the playful yet earnest glint in his eyes. They had grown close these past few months; Demyan had even started looking forward to their late-night talks, their inside jokes. There was a comfort in Levko’s presence that was hard to deny, even now.
But this… this was something else entirely. Still, a part of him—the part that had always been drawn to the unknown, to the edges of experience that he’d never quite dared to explore—felt a pull. He didn’t fully understand it, but the idea, as insane as it was, didn’t immediately repulse him. And maybe that was the most surprising thing of all.
Demyan sighed, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the conversation had finally gotten to him. "Fine, alright," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you really think it's safe… I guess I'll try it. But I swear, if this goes sideways—"
"Fuck yeah!" Levko interrupted, his face lighting up with a grin. He gave his slightly protruding gut a hearty pat, the soft flesh jiggling under his touch. "Knew you'd come around, man. This belly? Always knew it was made for you specifically. You’ll fit right in, trust me."
Demyan rolled his eyes but couldn't help the slight chuckle that escaped. "You’re unbelievable, you know that?"
Levko just smirked, rubbing his stomach as if it was already happening. "Just relax, alright? We’ve got this."
Levko opened his mouth wide, showing off the slick, fleshy tunnel that awaited. Without any further hesitation, he pushed Demyan’s head into his mouth, letting his tongue slide against Demyan’s face. The taste of sweat and skin met his taste buds, and he couldn’t help but moan in satisfaction. "Mmm… you taste better than I thought," he mumbled, words garbled by the obstruction in his mouth.
Demyan’s voice was muffled, but still audible, tinged with a mix of disbelief and nervous laughter. "Damn, this is... really happening, huh?"
Levko responded with a deep, guttural hum that vibrated against Demyan’s face as he continued to savor his friend’s flavor. Slowly, Levko’s jaws stretched wider, taking in Demyan’s head completely. The feeling of his friend’s head filling his mouth was electric, sparking a surge of adrenaline through him. His throat muscles started to work, kneading and pulling Demyan in deeper.
Demyan squirmed slightly, feeling the warm, wet press of Levko’s throat close around his head. "Tight as hell in here…." His words were almost lost, choked off as the tight passage of Levko’s throat squeezed around him.
Levko ignored the comment, too focused on the task at hand. His hands gripped Demyan’s shoulders, guiding him further into his mouth. He took his time, savoring each inch as it passed over his tongue. Demyan’s shoulders popped past his lips, Levko’s jaw stretching to accommodate, and with a powerful swallow, he pulled Demyan further in.
"Mph—" Demyan tried to say something, but Levko’s throat had him in a firm, relentless grip, squeezing his words into muffled vibrations. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he could feel the slick, rhythmic contractions of Levko’s throat dragging him downward.
Levko paused for a moment, relishing the sensation of Demyan’s torso slipping past his lips. He grinned around the mass, his teeth grazing Demyan’s chest as he swallowed again. The feeling of Demyan’s chest stretching his throat was intense, but Levko was too caught up in the moment to care. He just kept gulping, each swallow sending more of Demyan into his eager belly.
Demyan’s legs kicked weakly as he felt his upper body slip deeper into Levko’s gullet. "Fuck, man," he muttered, his voice muffled and distorted. He could feel the pressure of Levko’s throat all around him, squeezing and pulling, guiding him inexorably downward.
Levko adjusted his stance, leaning back slightly to let gravity help him along. Demyan’s waist passed over his tongue, the bulk of his friend’s body stretching his throat wide. Levko’s hands pressed against Demyan’s thighs, pushing him further in. Another deep swallow, and Demyan’s knees were at his lips.
Demyan’s muffled voice came again, sounding strained but oddly calm. "Shit, it’s so tight. Can hardly breathe in here…."
Levko responded with a low, pleased grunt, his throat vibrating around Demyan. He was nearly there now, the bulge of Demyan’s head pressing into his gut, visible from the outside. Levko took one last big gulp, his throat muscles working hard to pull the last of Demyan’s legs down. He felt Demyan’s feet slide past his lips, his throat closing around them in a final, triumphant swallow.
With a deep, satisfied exhale, Levko rubbed his gut, which now sported a sizable bulge where Demyan was curled up inside. He let out a huge, rumbling burp that echoed through the room, making his belly quiver slightly.
"Fuck, yeah," Levko said, grinning as he patted his swollen stomach. "Always knew this belly was made for you, Demyan." He could feel his friend shifting slightly inside, the movements faint but distinct. "Get comfy in there," he added with a chuckle. "We’ve got all the time in the world."
Levko leaned back on the couch, his dad bod belly visibly swollen and wobbling slightly as Demyan shifted inside. He gave his stomach a gentle pat, the sensation tickling his insides. "How you doing in there, buddy?" he called, his voice casual and warm.
Demyan's voice was muffled but audible, a mix of awe and mild discomfort. "It's… uh, it's tight in here. Really tight."
Levko chuckled, feeling the vibrations of Demyan's movements. "Yeah, well, it’s your first time. You’ll get used to it. Plus, you fill me up nicely." He rubbed his belly in wide, slow circles, savoring the fullness. "Hang tight. I’ll get you out soon."
With a grunt, Levko leaned forward and let out a loud, resonant burp that seemed to rattle the walls. "BUUUUUURRRP! Ah, damn. That was a good one," he said, grinning as he gave his gut another pat. "You alright in there? I know it gets a little gassy."
Demyan coughed, his voice slightly strained. "Jesus, Levko. That’s… pungent."
"Ha! That’s all part of it, man. You get the front row seat," Levko said, his tone playful. He relaxed back, letting out another deep belch that echoed around the room. "BUUUUURRRP! Sorry, can’t help it. You just bring out the best in me."
There was a brief silence, just the sound of Levko’s gurgling belly and Demyan’s soft shuffles. After a few moments, Levko patted his gut again, feeling Demyan start to settle down. "You okay, bro? Still with me?"
"Yeah," Demyan mumbled. "Fuck, your gut really doesn’t go easy, even on a friend."
"See? Told ya you’d come around," Levko said, his voice filled with a teasing satisfaction. He gave his gut a playful shake, feeling Demyan’s weight inside jostle slightly. "Just relax. You’ll be out soon, no worries."
A few hours later, Levko leaned forward, feeling the familiar urge. "Alright, hold tight. Gonna bring you back up." With a deep breath, Levko’s throat convulsed, and he began the slow process of bringing Demyan back up.
Demyan emerged, slick with saliva and blinking in the light. He stumbled slightly, catching his breath as he wiped his face. Levko smirked, handing him a towel. "You okay? How was the ride?"
Demyan chuckled, albeit shakily. "Honestly? Kind of… fun. In a weird way."
"See? I told you, bro," Levko said, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. "You’re a natural. We’ll do it again when you’re ready."
Demyan nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face despite the lingering unease. Levko clapped him on the shoulder, his grin wide and reassuring. "Welcome to the club, man. My gut’s always open for ya."
Over the next few weeks, Demyan kept finding his way back to Levko’s apartment, the whole thing becoming more of a casual routine than he ever expected. Levko made it look easy—too easy, really. Each time, he’d just smile and say something like, "You ready for round two, bro?" before opening wide and swallowing Demyan down like it was nothing.
Levko’s gut, always snug and warm, became a second home of sorts for Demyan. The tightness, the heavy pressure, and the strong, musky air inside that belly—Demyan got used to it all. Levko’s grip got firmer, more assured, and his swallows were quicker, almost effortless. The first few times, Demyan squirmed a lot, but Levko just kept going, guiding him down smoothly until Demyan was curled up inside.
Every time Levko let out one of his trademark burps, they got louder, messier, and more guttural. "BUUUUURRRRRP! Damn, you really fill me up, man," he’d laugh, rubbing his bloated belly with a cocky grin. The burps were raw and heavy, vibrating through Levko’s whole body and leaving Demyan swimming in the aftermath.
"Fuck, that’s nasty," Demyan would sometimes grumble from inside, but it was hard to be too annoyed when Levko was just having fun with it. He’d always respond with a playful slap on his belly. "What can I say? You bring it out of me," Levko would tease, leaning back with a smug look, hands cradling the swell of his gut as if showing off a prize.
As the days passed, Levko got rougher, less patient with the whole process. He’d toss Demyan back like a shot of vodka, tilting his head and gulping hard, dragging Demyan down in one swift motion. "Down you go," Levko would say, hardly giving Demyan a chance to settle before snapping his jaws shut.
Inside, it was all tight heat and a constant churn, the pungent air filled with the sharp, acrid scent of Levko’s digestive juices working overtime. Demyan would wriggle a bit at first, but Levko’s body seemed to tighten around him, squeezing just enough to remind Demyan who was in charge.
Levko seemed to relish how Demyan fit so snugly inside, the way his belly bulged and rounded out with every swallow. He’d pat it proudly, belch loudly, and laugh, always keeping the mood light. "Feels like you’re getting cozier in there, huh?" Levko would say, half-joking, half-serious.
Each time, when Levko finally let him out, Demyan was a little more tired, a little more pliable. The roughness, the relentless swallowing, the lingering stink—it all became part of the strange bond they were building. And through it all, Levko never lost that easy-going, dad-bod confidence, making it feel less like a weird favor and more like just another day hanging out with a friend.
It had been about five weeks since this all started, and in that time, Levko had swallowed Demyan down more times than either of them bothered to count. It had become so routine, Demyan showing up at Levko’s place, shooting the shit for a bit, then letting himself get gulped down like a daily habit. Levko’s tight, pungent gut had become as familiar to Demyan as his own bed, and every burp, every groan of that belly felt like clockwork.
Today was no different. Levko opened the door with that same laid-back grin, shirt halfway unbuttoned, dad bod on full display. “Well, look who’s back,” he said, barely even waiting for a greeting before guiding Demyan in, his grip already firm on Demyan’s shoulders. Levko didn’t even ask if Demyan was ready this time; he just opened wide and started the process, like they were punching a time clock.
Demyan felt the now-familiar pull of Levko’s throat, the way it gripped and dragged him down, every gulp efficient and tight. Levko’s biceps bulged as he maneuvered Demyan down, not even trying to be gentle anymore. It was like Levko was enjoying the little bit of power, those strong arms pinning Demyan just enough to feel it.
Inside, it was all the same: hot, cramped, the heavy smell of Levko’s gut surrounding him. Demyan barely had the energy to squirm anymore; it was just too exhausting. The air was thicker today, the pressure more intense as if Levko’s belly was already tired of the routine, ready for something different.
After the usual settling in, Levko leaned back, rubbing his belly and letting out a massive belch that rattled his whole body. “BUUUUUURRRRP! Fuck, never gets old,” he laughed, giving his gut a few pats. But then, instead of the usual light teasing, his tone shifted. He sounded casual, but there was something else there, something a little darker.
“Hey, Demyan,” Levko called down, almost offhand, his voice slightly muffled by his own gut. “You ever think about just… staying in there? Like, for good?”
Demyan tried to respond, but the tightness and the constant churn of Levko’s stomach made it almost impossible to get a word out. He managed a weak, “What?” but it was barely audible, swallowed up by the sounds of digestion already starting around him.
“Yeah,” Levko continued, like he was just tossing out a casual suggestion. “I mean, you’ve been down there a lot. You’re practically part of me already. Might as well make it official, huh?” He squeezed his biceps, flexing them just enough that they pressed harder into his belly, making Demyan’s already weak protests even quieter. “Come on, man, you’re so fucking comfortable in there. Feels like it’s time to let my gut do what it’s meant to do, don’t you think?”
Demyan tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled groan, the tight squeeze of Levko’s muscles making it nearly impossible to speak. His body felt heavy, too weak to even push back against the walls of Levko’s gut. His mind raced, but his energy was fading fast. He’d been through this so many times, the heat, the pressure—it was all just too much.
“Don’t stress it, Demyan,” Levko said, patting his belly with a bit more force, his tone half-mocking, half-serious. “It’s not like you’re gonna feel it for long. You always said you wanted to relax, right? What’s more relaxed than being part of me? Besides, you fucking fit in there perfectly. I’ve always said this gut was made for you.”
Levko belched again, louder this time, almost like he was sealing the deal. “BUUUURRRP! Shit, you really fill me up good. I gotta admit, man, feels right.” He rubbed his stomach in lazy circles, each motion pressing Demyan tighter against the slick, churning walls. “Fuck yeah,” Levko muttered, more to himself now, feeling the way his gut swelled with Demyan’s form inside. “Always knew you’d be perfect in there.”
Demyan, too tired to argue, just lay there, letting the realization sink in. He could feel the acid starting to bubble around him, Levko’s gut working him over with a casual persistence that matched Levko’s tone. As his last bits of strength faded, Demyan couldn’t even muster a full response, just a quiet, resigned noise that got lost in the constant churn of Levko’s belly.
Levko leaned back, completely relaxed, his hands resting on the bulging curve of his stomach. “Yeah, man,” he said, almost gently, “this was always the plan. Just relax. You’re home now.”
The digestion started slow, like it always did, but this time there was a finality in the way Levko’s gut gurgled and churned. Demyan felt the acid starting to pool around him, seeping into his clothes, biting at his skin with a burn that was both familiar and terrifyingly new. He tried to shift, tried to get comfortable, but Levko’s stomach squeezed him tighter, making it clear that this wasn’t going to be like the other times.
Levko leaned back on his couch, his hands pressing down on his swollen belly with a heavy satisfaction. “Fuck, man, I can already feel it working,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of pride. “Feels different, you know? Like it’s finally time to let this gut do what it’s supposed to.”
Inside, Demyan was struggling, the heat and pressure overwhelming. He could feel the acid getting stronger, bubbling up around his legs and creeping higher. He managed to mutter, “Levko… stop… please…” but his voice was weak, barely a whisper against the constant rumble of Levko’s digestion.
“What’s that?” Levko asked, not really listening. He gave his belly a rough shake, feeling the satisfying slosh of his friend inside. “You saying you like it? Feels good, right? Knew you’d come around.” He chuckled, patting his gut as if it was just another game they were playing.
Demyan winced, the acid stinging more fiercely now, starting to eat through his skin. He pressed against the walls of Levko’s stomach, trying to find some kind of grip, some way to resist the inevitable. “No… fuck, Levko… hurts…” But the words came out slurred, too faint to cut through the thick, humid air inside Levko’s belly.
Levko belched loudly, savoring the feeling as the pressure in his gut increased. “BUUUURRRP! Damn, you’re really giving me a workout in there. Keep it up, man. Gonna make me stronger, you know? Fuck yeah.” He flexed his arms, his biceps pushing hard into his belly, squashing Demyan deeper into the acidic pool.
The pain was sharper now, the acids working faster than Demyan remembered. He could feel his skin softening, melting into the pool of digestive juices that sloshed around him. His muscles were starting to give way, the burn spreading to his bones. He wanted to scream, to thrash, to do anything to make it stop, but every movement just sapped more of his strength.
“Levko… don’t… don’t do this…” he muttered, his voice shaking, but all Levko heard was muffled noises, lost in the deep gurgles of his belly.
“Fuck, you sound great in there,” Levko said, misinterpreting the broken words. He pushed his gut in, feeling the way it squeezed Demyan even tighter, forcing more of him under the acid. “Shit, you’re really getting into it, huh? Knew this was meant to be.”
Demyan’s mind was swimming now, the heat and the pain blurring his thoughts. His legs felt like they were dissolving, the bones softening as the acids gnawed at them. He could feel his fingers fusing together, the skin melting into a sticky, useless mass. It was all too much, and yet he couldn’t find the strength to scream, to beg louder than the relentless churn of Levko’s gut.
Levko stretched, feeling the pull of his bloated belly, the way it sloshed with the thickening remains of Demyan. “You’re putting up a good fight, I’ll give you that,” he said, his tone almost admiring. “But it’s time to just let go, man. My gut’s got you now, and it’s not letting up.”
Demyan’s chest tightened, the acid creeping higher, burning through his torso. His breaths came in shallow gasps, each one drawing in the rank, acidic air that only made the pain worse. He tried one last time, pushing weakly against the unyielding walls, his voice barely a croak. “Levko… please…”
But Levko wasn’t listening. He was too lost in the feeling of his friend becoming a part of him, the way his belly grumbled greedily, eager to finish the job. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” Levko muttered, rubbing his gut with a rough hand. “Knew you’d be perfect in there. Just relax, let it happen. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
Demyan’s strength was almost gone. He could feel his body giving in, the acids breaking down the last of his resistance. His skin was gone, his muscles turning to mush, and his bones were starting to dissolve. He was nothing more than a heavy, churning mass inside Levko’s gut, every part of him surrendering to the relentless digestion.
Levko belched one last time, loud and content, a final declaration of his dominance. “BUUUURRRRPP! That’s the last of you, man. Good job. You’re mine now.”
And with that, Levko lay back, his belly slowly shrinking as it processed the remains of Demyan, a satisfied smile on his face. He didn’t hear the final, weak whispers, didn’t see the last, desperate push against the walls. All he felt was the slow, steady churn of his gut, doing exactly what it was made for.
Mmm yes! Look at that thick vein across my arm all the way to my shoulder. That pretty twink being distributed to feed and grow my muscled godlike physique. I can feel him, him feeding my body.
This surge of growth always gets my cock rock hard, knowing that it also will be bigger just makes it worse. Now I’m in need of a good wet hole as the last remains of him become part of me. Anything not worth the assimilation becomes my cum, being useful as a big load to shoot. Bttms do love a big top filling them with a bigger load.
"The best place to die (inside his belly)" was the text. It was meant to go to a prey friend of mine. He was always avoiding feeding some pred, but he was obviously a gutslut. His constant resistance was funny though. So I teased him all the time. But no. I wasn't paying attention, and I sent it to the family group chat.
"You're a prey? Lol. Loser," my brother messaged back.
"Honey, that's inappropriate," Mom said.
"Better delete quick before he sees," Dad said.
But I was busy in the shower while they were texting. I like taking long, hot showers. Someone pounded on my front door. I jumped into a robe and rushed out the bathroom, cursing.
"Damn it," I muttered, glancing at my phone right as I got to the door. I started to text back when I opened it... to come face to face with my uncle. "Sorry about that," I said with a laugh. "I didn't mean--"
Uncle Felix pushed himself into the house. He shut the door behind him, grabbed me firmly by the arm, and dragged me into my bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and tossed off his shirt. He patted his muscled stomach. "You want to die in here?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, sir."
He kicked off his shoes and pants. He climbed onto the bed, grabbed me by the neck, and stuck my face into one of his furry pits. His musk invaded my nose. I couldn't help but breathe it in. My cock stirred. Soon I was humping his side and licking his pit.
My uncle pulled me out. He patted his stomach again. "You want to die in here."
It wasn't a question.
He moved my face to his. His thick tongue rolled over the side of my face. "It's where you belong." He tore my underwear off me and slapped my ass. "I'm going to eat you. You're going to digest. I'm going to shit you out and send a picture of my favorite nephew to the groupchat, and if your dick of a brother laughs at you again, I'm going to shove him in my cock, raise him to be my bitch, and then he'll join you in the sewer."
"I don't--"
"You're food," Uncle Felix said, and then my head was in his mouth.
"My job is done, now Francis will not be a problem anymore" These were the first words said by Alex once we met at the restaurant close to my apartment. Alex is a hitman I have found on the dark web, I paid him to get rid of my ex-boyfriend Francis who was still stalking me after 2 years. When I contacted him for the first time, he told me that he would leave no trace and that I could have Francis back as a personal revenge. These last words made no sense to me, but since Francis was ruining my life I quickly accepted. After two days Alex contacted me, telling me to go to the restaurant near my house to collect the second part of the payment and "give me back Francis". When I reached the restaurant he was already there, and I was astonished by his beauty: I had never seen such a handsome man, with two black eyes that could pierce through my soul, tall and muscular, with pecs that were clearly visible from his black shirt. Once I collected my thoughts and stopped blushing, I sat at his table and after a quick chat, I asked him a proof that Francis was gone for good, expecting a photo of my ex-boyfriend shot on the floor. Alex smiled, opening his muscular legs and pointing to his crotch "Well, he is not already dead, he is still with us! But don't worry, no one ever escaped from my personal prison". I was confused, so Alex took my hand and put it right on his crotch. At first, I only felt his big dick, but after a while, I could feel some legs kicking, as if there was a man inside his balls! When Alex understood I was understanding what had happened, he convinced me to go to the bathroom. Here I got on my knees, putting my head close to his balls, and I could definitely hear Francis screaming in fear, a lot of splashing sounds as he was trying his best not to drown in Alex's cum. With an evil grin, Alex told me "Now it is the moment you can get Francis back. If you give me permission, I will fuck your throat, and my balls will start digesting him for good. You can then drink the cummified remains of your ex. It is a good source of protein, and you will somehow kill him again: not only he will be digested into cum by me, but even that cum will not be splashed around a bathroom or a flashlight, you will digest him and destroy an evidence of his existence in this planet. Plus, I guess you never sucked a cock as big as mine ;)". He did not have to convince me, his musk was so strong that I felt so inferior to him, I had to suck him off and get Francis in my stomach. I opened my mouth, and he quickly unzipped his pants and started fucking my throat. With every thrust of his hips, I could feel his balls compressing Francis's body, which promptly started losing its shape and mixing with the white liquid around him. After 5 minutes, a flood of white cum emerged from his cock, cum that I did not waste by drinking it all. He barely tasted as Francis, but I could feel how the powerful musk of Alex had already overwritten Francis's existence. When he finished, he cleaned my mouth with a kiss, and quickly left me on the floor of the bathroom, with a bloated stomach of what was my ex. I hope I'll need his service again!
Hi! Your recent Spiderman storyline was really great. Could you do one where we get to see Spiderman vore Wade, and he's fine at first but starts panicking? It would be great if they could be in a relationship of sorts and if the digestion takes a while too.
Yeah, definitely! Good little prequel to one of the prompts from this ask.
"S.pider-Man, we really have to stop meeting like this~" D.eadpool says, leaning in a bit closer to press his forehead against the hero's. He was happily straddling S.pider-Man's lap, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Just to make sure his favorite boy toy can't shake him off.
"Maybe we will," S.pider-Man replies. He'd been thinking about it all day. He'd been eating plenty of civilians...maybe a bit more than he really should be. It's given him a bit of a pot belly, and D.eadpool has unfortunately noticed it by now, leading to the two of them being so close. But now that soft gut is rumbling harshly against the other man. It was time to put his gut to the test, he'd decided. And as much fun as his on-again-off-again relationship with D.eadpool can be...it's time to turn it off for good.
D.eadpool snorts and leans back a bit. "What? Breaking up with me? We haven't even started dating again--and no, the hand-stuff didn't count. But if you wanna go on a date before we break up then I don't mind--" S.pider-man is thankful to finally make D.eadpool shut up. All it took was engulfing the man's head into his jaws to do it. He reaches up to force the arms around him down to D.eadpool's side, pinning them so he can begin taking wet gulps to work the other man down the hatch. At least he's tasty...
As S.pider-Man starts slurping on D.eadpool's stomach, he notices that his prey isn't squirming at all. In fact, his legs unwrap from around him, giving up his one lifeline so that S.pider-man can tip his head back and start slurping the rest of him down. His suit stretches out as D.eadpool spills into his gut. As the last of his legs are slurped up, D.eadpool is reduced to a human-shaped bulged stretching out S.pider-Man's gut and spandex. S.pidey leans back a bit on his hands, letting loose a thick belch as he feels his meal settle in.
"Y'know," a muffled voice rises from S.pider-Man's gut, "if you wanted to try some new kinky stuff, you could have asked. You know I'm up for anything!"
S.pider-man groans softly and rolls his eyes. "W.ade, I just ate you. You can at least act a little worried about the fact that you're going to be digested in there."
"Worried? What for? It's not like your stomach can melt me any faster than I can heal from it. Maybe once you let me out, though, I can show you how fast my gut works. Wouldn't mind sloshing around some spider soup..."
"Yeah, well, now you're definitely not getting out." Hopefully, what D.eadpool just said isn't true though. S.pider-Man's gut has been working faster and faster as he feeds it more live meals. By now, it should even be able to eat through D.eadpool's super healing. If it doesn't...he might actually become 'spider soup'.
D.eadpool is still kicking around the time most people would have been reduced to slop. Other than making him belch, though, S.pider-Man isn't feeling much discomfort from this. Though that may be because D.eadpool has been content to just lay in there and do nothing. "So...feeling melty yet?"
"Pssh, not hardly. I mean, my feet are sizzling a bit, but it's nothing. Gotta admit though...I didn't think your gut would be this harsh! How's a man supposed to survive in this thing for more than ten minutes?"
"They don't. That's the point." S.pidey rubs over his gut with a soft sigh. Ten minutes and just a sizzle, huh? How much longer will that take?
It's about half an hour in when D.eadpool starts to shift around in the gurgling tank. "Alright...I'm a little impressed. Can't feel my feet anymore...and I think you're starting to melt more of me. Hey, maybe if you cough me up, we can become a real power couple! Huh, whaddya say? The two of us could clear out Manhattan in just a couple years, I bet."
S.pider-Man lets out a crash belch. "Just keep melting in there, W.ade"
It's an hour in when D.eadpool starts to actually squirm. S.pider-Man pushes his hand down on his stomach, and it sinks in just a bit, coaxing out a soft whimper from the meal. "I-I think you've made your point, S.pidey!" D.eadpool says, his voice laced with panic. "You're hilarious, I get it, so you can cough me up!"
"Now that we're getting somewhere? No way." S.pider-Man pushes down on his stomach again, a bit lower. Something breaks apart under his hand and it makes D.eadpool yelp. His legs must be trashed. The rest of him is getting soft, too. Shouldn't be long now...
After two hours, S.pider-Man's gut is a soft, round dome. It bubbles and churns loudly, working on all of that meat as hard as it can. Even so, he hasn't finished the job. "P-Please, let me out of here!" D.eadpool wails. "I'm not ready to be gut fat for some oversized bug! Fuck, I don't wanna die, S.pidey! I'll make it up to you, alright? Whatever I did to piss you off, I'll make it better! Just...cough me up before I'm all gone!"
"All I want you to do right now...is shut up." S.pider-Man pushes down on his gut, feeling the hard lump of D.eadpool'shead plunge into the thick sludge the rest of his body had made. He lets out a deep belch, his guts churning and groaning wetly as it greedily mulches down the antihero. When S.pider-Man pulls his hand away, his belly wobbles and sloshes, but D.eadpool doesn't say a thing.
"Finally," S.pider-man sighs. "Two hours, huh? Guess that's not so bad. Once I finish yo off, I'll give V.enom a ring. I doubt he'll take as long..."
