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Just a college boy with a thing for graphic digestion~ (dont be afraid to hmu with ur darkest vore thoughts😉)

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Gonna get yourself churned over spring break?

You and all your college buddies go out to have a fun beach day, and end up swimming in my stomach acid as you all slowly churn into a single ball of mush and calories 😈😈 begging to be let out while I nap in the warm sun and turn you into waistline~

yea, i’ll be in the florida panhandle if any other hungry preds are on spring break. just buy me a shot and tell me im cute and im sure ill end up boiling in your gut with my frat bros~

(bonus points if they’ve been in there for a while and are already half digested / barely breathing)

if yall have any other fun ideas for me while i’m on break, do let me know😜

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This was it, the day, the culmination of his last season as a college senior. The locker room was raucous as the boys prepared for the final hoorah. Everyone except for—

“Yo, D-Rock, you good?” the quarterback asked after seeing the state of his star offensive lineman.

D-Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his bloated guts releasing another bubbling whine as it chugged with barely digested food.

“Yea bro, just.. °.•OURP•.° something I ate… giving me mad indigestion.” Good lie, he‘ll never suspect a thing.

“Fuck that smelled like shit,” the quarterback scoured as he grabbed a pink bottle from his locker. “Look, D-Rock, you’re my boy, but you gotta stop tanking people, ‘specially before big games. Take this and it’ll get ya right. I just hope whoever’s in there ain’t kicking still, it gets pretty painful.”

The tan hunk gave a blank stare before he reluctantly grabbed the bottle, glancing at it before looking back up. “You remember that Tri-Delt we had a threesome with? The one with the digestion kink, this is her boyfriend and little brother…” the jock groped the underside of his gut, sloshing it in the process.

“Damn, I forgot about Anna-Catherine… she tongue fucked my sweaty ass like there was no tomorrow,” smiled the quarterback as he reached over and dapped up his swollen teammate.

“Kickoff in 10, and you better not look like.. this,” he motioned around the jocks gut before he playfully slapped it and walked off, making sure his sculpted ass was swaying in his uniform. ————————————————————————————

The inside of D-Rock Hanes’ bowels was a chemical slaughterhouse beyond human comprehension. In just 24 hours, that slutty Tri-Delt’s boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, was completely and utterly obliterated. He himself was a jock, but his muscles and protein only served to bloat the star of the O-line with gas, mainly as swampy, putrid farts that were beginning to tingle his hairy hole.

Nothing solid remains of the ex-meathead, his sloshing remains drained out of D-Rock’s gut and slipping through those cramped bowels. The same could not be said for STD’s (slutty Tri-Delt’s) little brother. She requested D-Rock send him to join her ex’s remains within his guts… about 4 hours ago.

D-Rock figured her twinky femboy brother would melt down like butter on a hot day. He was so small and fragile, he’d get crunched in no time…

The college twink wheezed as he spit up a little more blood, still basting in the other boy’s remains, the slimy gunk and burning pulp that splashed his bloodshot eyes. His throat was too scorched to yell anymore, and he had lost all sensation in his extremities. Not that he wasn’t in pain, but he’d already given up hope, until he felt a pellet land on his head. Then another, and another. Tens of little capsules rained down on him and began fizzing and frothing like crazy. The bubbles violently roared as the acids began to hiss, rising more and more as the twink could barely crane his neck upwards, not even getting to think his last thoughts before everything suddenly went black. ———————————————————————————

*NNNGHH— HNNNG*

D-Rock struggled to push out the last bits of his massive pre-game feast. The few remaining logs left baking in his colon refused to budge. The massive jock felt sweat course down his face as his potbelly erupted with a string of wet, angry gurgles and bassy groans. He felt the deluge of bony loafs cascade through his intestines as his musky pucker began to wink and open. The pinkish flesh suddenly gaped as a massive gust of raunchy air blasted out the football player’s unwashed ass with a rancid *•°PHHHRRRRRTTTTRTT°*•

The shockwave of disgusting bowel-scented air echoed off the porcelain toilet bowl as a waterfall of shit began to pour from the jocks ass. The last little bit of her brother recentering the world as semi-solid turds, little blond hairs and broken down bone embedded within as it clanked against the toilet bowl.

“Fuckkk,” D-Rock moaned in relief as his guts reverted back to normal. The jock flushed the toilet before walking over to the mirror, admiring the form of his massive figure in the glass. He was a unit, a fucking ogre of a man, with an even fatter ass to match. Just two giant mounds of fat and muscle, nicely dusted with some coarse blond hairs and scented with the smell of pure man musk after a workout.

He also admired that bloated gut, how much it had shrunk since he took those pills… speaking of which, he glanced over at his duffel bag with the pink pills. He still had some time before kickoff~

(found this pic on tumblr and loved it. idk who to credit though!)

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i missed my fav vore blog! i was afraid you got got finally and it sadly wasn't me and or i wasn't able to jerk off to the sight of it. god i want to hold you and gulp you down then kiss and cuddle your crunching body as it smelts away brutally for days! i want to take my time making sure every single bone has been broken and churned into the meat slop you become! i want to belch out your skull and fuck it hard till its soaked in cum and acid. watching it leak from your eye sockets like tears of pathetic joy! i wana murder you in my gut so bad!

stuff like this is music to my ears!

i love the intimacy of it all too. cuddling and humping my softening form as my screams turn into incoherent gurgles. i would just hope you’d have some fun with me before i get tanked and boiled😵‍💫😵‍💫

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I have one idea where some dude breaks into a house and ties the prey all up. taking his time raping him then a hard snap to the neck and they go down smooth. cops come and see piles of shits with the remains of the dude he raped. Cum; bones and shit everywhere. Oof that place will never get the smell out.

‘Bama, Oct. 2012, Gamma Alpha Upsilon House:

They were the best of the best, a top tier feat with some top tier hunks. You’d watched them through all of Greek Week, every keg party and mixer, waiting for the right time to strike. Around 75 boys give or take, at the prime of their lives. All that virile potential and musky jock butt in one place.. it wouldn’t last for long~

You and couple bodies, still butthurt that you never received a bid, decided to have a twisted halloweekend “bender.” It wasn’t hard to break in, what with all the boys lost in an inebriated stupor. So you and company go room to room, gagging and binding, brutally violating hunky boys who are too scared of their butts to even wipe. After the first 15, you all begin to slow down, your guts struggling to even contain the massive amounts of still kicking boymeat. It’s near impossible to move, let alone restrain an entire jock and send him to join the bubbling muck in your tank.

A couple hours pass, you and your friends mocking the girly screams in your intestines and pumping a couple loads out, and your guts are a whole lot more gurgly and grumbling. You feel the entire Theta Omicron pledge class still mostly intact in your lower guts, but you and your friends manage to finish out the entire house of prime college tenderloin. It takes the entire weekend to completely boil them to nothing but shit and fat, with some boys taking nearly 36 hours to die.

You came so many times poking and prodding those last remaining stragglers, snapping their bones and taunting them while you shat out the pledgemaster’s shattered pelvis.

The police weren’t called until 2 days after you and your sick friends dumped the last few digested bodies, making sure to cum and piss all over the massive heaps of steaming logs. An entire frat house brutally transformed into a mass grave of shit, cum, and anal slime. Even the sheriff couldn’t handle it, throwing up everywhere at the fecal wasteland. The coroner had never seen anything like it, with some of the bones being too scorched by the acids to be used for identification. Only around 40 boys were identified through dental records. The rest are just “missing,” but every student knew.

The college covered it up, and this was the single worst tragedy the school had ever seen… until you walked past the Rho Omicron Omicron house.

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Beginning to think you may have had your final run in with someone who melted you to nothing but gut fat after raping that dirty hole of yours...probably won't see this

first off it’s clean (😜😜)

second off i’m still here, fortunate or unfortunately depending on how you view it. that being said, if there’s any cruel and greedy preds out there who are looking for a twink-sized snack i’m always on the menu! just message me for a free sample😉

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Ugh it's so entertaining to me that you, my future gut slop, walks around every day drinking living eating sleeping doing all those normal things that a normal person does. But you are not a normal person. You will be eaten by me and be put through something very abnormal. I'm not sorry, prey like you are destined to be melted crunched and slopped through my system. I hope I DO Remember your name. I liked you.

you guys don’t understand how hot these are😜

preds who just objectify their bret and diminish them to holes and food are my favorite. think about going to school and work, doing everything i can to scrape by and get my degree so i can go far in life…. only to end up slowly dying over the course of days within your gastric prison of a potbelly. i hope you remember me for my good stories, good looks, and good struggling😘

(always feel free to send me more of these guys, you can never get too graphic)

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want to swallow you so badly, twinkmeat . I'll approach you normally, maybe even in public, as I grab you by your sexy waist and shove you head first down my gullet. So delicious as you curl up into my stomach unable to fight at all and while I digest your strong body - i don't care how embarrassing it is for you to be eaten so casually in public, this gut gotta eat

this is actually one of my favorite scenarios anon🤤

always think about who’s watching me while I jog in the afternoons, wearing little booty shorts just to show myself off lol. which strange man (you🫵) is going to approach me and violate me? send me to die inside their cramped stomach while onlookers try not to get aroused themselves.

now imagine how you go about their day with a loudly digesting boy shaped bulge sagging above their waist. you have to play off the constant belching and wet farts, rubbing your gut and thinking about the horrible state my carcass is in. how embarrassing for me, right?~

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hey guys~ sorry i’ve been so busy with work and school the past few months, but i wanted to give you guys a little treat to ring in the new year. this one’s especially nasty so don’t say i didn’t warn you!

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered to himself as his groaning gut sloshed with the remains of 2 different pledges, all in varying stages of digestion. The weekend after rush week was always called Binge Week at his frat, and Kyle was certainly one to binge on all the fresh meat. It was only the first Saturday of binge week, and his gut was in overdrive trying to process the meat of 2 hearty, young men.

The first one went down the smoothest. His twinky body tasted like Coconut, and he came buckets as he slid down Kyle’s rank gullet. The boy landed face first in Kyle’s gut, his cute little face pressed against the sphincter to his intestines. After his decent but, no thanks to Kyle’s probing tongue in his musky ass, the boy experienced a rush of post nut clarity, which allowed him to subsume the true horror of the situation. This scared the little boy, causing him to struggle while he was still only halfway down Kyle’s gaping throat. A subsequent chain reaction occurred where the sphincter opened up swallowed his face into the tightly constricted intestines, suffocating the boy before any of the good stuff could happen. Kyle felt the boy go limp and saw the bulge in his lower gut, putting two and two together before groaning in irritation.

This led him to his second meal of the night, a lithe 18 year old with a brand new perm. He quickly went up behind the boy and scarfed him down, in record time at that, sending him and his brand new Ralph Lauren Polo to the caustic morgue currently bubbling away at some random twink. When the young boy was dumped into the gut, he quickly felt someone else in their, giving him the slightest glimmer of hope. He tried to talk to the boy and figure out where he was, his voice barely audible over the sizzling of the enzymes in skin. His body was squished against the other boy’s back, his skin feeling pruned and his shirt having rags. After a couple minutes, the unfortunate boy realized why he had no answer back. He screamed in abject terror, trying his best to dislodge himself from the inhuman pretzel he was wrapped in with this bubbling corpse. Even his own polo that his mom just bought was rapidly dissolving into shreds, exposing his soft skin to the harsh acids. Tears poured down his face as his struggles forced more dead of the dead boy down the intestine. This, mixed with the copious amounts of Busch Lite raining down, upset Kyle’s hardworking gut.

In response, the gut let out a deafening whine that bled into a disgusting flurry gurgle. The frat boys currently watching Kyle’s gut just laughed, but inside, the poor boy was about to experience hell on Earth. The disgusting gurgle signaled a flood of acids being sprayed from every crevice into the already sweltering gut, scalding the boys’ skin with boiling hot acids. The living boy screamed as he was blinded by the enzymes, blood pouring down his face and mixing with the acids as they sprayed directly into his mouth, cutting off his screaming in mere seconds as they irrevocably seared his vocal chords. All his other soft skin was burnt in an instant, his dick being fried into a sloppy mess of exposed nerve endings, his hairy ass and musky hole began to sizzle like a fried egg. He thrashed and writhed in immense pain, asking himself how anybody could do something so cruel. The dead boy he was laying upon was already beginning to soften: his skin was sloughing off like a tender pot roast, revealing the blood and tissue beneath. As the unfortunate living boy thrashed and flailed above him, his weight began to press down on the quickly liquifying twink and broke the brittle bones beneath him, tearing his limbs and creating a gorey mess as the acids made quick work of him.

On the outside, Kyle and his frat bros watched as his gut bulged and squirmed, not leaving anything up to imagination. The muffled screams were haunting, yet a turn on for many, and soon they became interspersed with a sickening crunch here or a disgusting series of pops there. It only took about 15 minutes for his second meal to go still, and even then there were still a disgusting cacophony of organic horrors. After a few hours of drinking and digesting, there was not much left of the two boys. The first one was just a disgusting mix of gory sludge and body parts snaking through Kyle’s bowels. The red-brown soup contained whole pieces of the boy’s hands, feet, the head with scalp and all, and other miscellaneous body parts and articles of clothing that were never fully digested in Kyle’s gut, courtesy of his much rowdier second meal. The same could not be said for the main entree, however. He experienced, or was currently experiencing, his full sentence in the cruel frat boy’s biological jail cell. Only the trunk of his body remained, and even then it was a grotesque hunk of half burnt meat with splintered bones riddling the entirety of it. The disgusting boy sludge containing specks of processed skin, rotten blood, and bone shards bubbled around as his permed hairs floated to the top, periodically being released in pungent belches from Kyle. It would only take another day or two for both of the boy’s to be processed, but Kyle was already looking to add another boy to the half digested remains in his gut. They always did squirm better when there was another “occupant” already stewing away in there.

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what if there was a fashion predator. He goes around to expensive areas and checks out any guys wearing things he would want to wear but clearly can't afford it. so he stalks them and once their fully digested after a good ol vore he vomits the clothes up and hope they are in one piece. almost never are so he takes that as a sign to keep going. sure he could take off the guys clothes first but the gamble is half the fun

ohh i like this~

A famous designer who just so happens to be a sadistic pred who focuses solely on men’s wear. If his male models stumble on the runway or gain a little too much weight, he just swallows them whole right after the show. His next show is using all the pieces he’s collected over the years… all his models wear ragged, half digested suits and avant-garde designs that barely survived his caustic acids. His favorite models were only wearing blood-stained, acid bleached jockstraps and half-melted glasses (with some of the plastic fused with undigested bits of bone). His show is a hit with the critics, launching him into the world of high fashion notoriety, and his voracious after-party is an even bigger success… except now he has to find new guys to model his clothes😈

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You really gotta make more teen vore, seeing them struggling to digest prey cause of their weak acid is so cute

is this something yall would want? just lmk!

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Scenario:

You and your best friend are sitting at a bus stop, chatting and laughing. You look away for a few minutes to check your phone, and when you look back, all you see are the kicking feet of your best friend as a 6'7" pred lifts him up, half his torso already down his throat.

You try to pull your friend out, thinking about how you've been friends since childhood, how he's the only best friend you have, but you aren't strong enough against the strength of this pred's throat. He swats you away and rights himself up, making a straight tunnel down. Your friend's feet are still moving, and you can hear his faint yells from the pred's stomach as his head finally pokes into it. It only takes three gulps, and you watch as his feet sink down into the pred's mouth before disappearing.

He closes his mouth and belches loudly, completely ignoring you as he turns around and walks away, rubbing his heavy stomach.

You follow after, crying and begging him to spit out your best friend. He turns around and says, "He's dead. Get over it."

All you can ask is, "Why?"

He shrugs and says as if he was just talking about the weather, "I was hungry." And he leaves.

i love this! please send more scenarios!

imagine he doesn’t walk away, just sits and waits on the bus with you. for the next 20 minutes you’re forced to listen to your best friend screaming over the deafening gurgles of the 6’7 pred brutally digesting him. you can feel the heat radiating from his bulging gut, his black compression shirt riding up over his gut, revealing a wiry happy trail that ends in a throbbing hard on (seems he’s enjoying your pal’s thrashing). he looks pregnant, and if it weren’t for the humanoid shapes in his gut, and the constant belching/gurgling, no one would be able to tell your friend is being condemned to a painful death inside this stranger’s gastric torture chamber

you can see the shifting indents of your friend, the bulges of knees and elbows sliding across the taut flesh. fleeting handprints and a screaming face visible at towards the top of his ballgut… and the pred just lightly drums the top of his gut as it sits in his lap, ignoring both you and your friend’s pleading.

it gets worse once the bus arrives. it’s only the driver, you, and this murderous hunk. of course he sits behind you, letting you hear every groan, gurgle, and desperate cry as his stomach begins to strip your friend’s of his flesh and hair. you could tell when the acids really picked up- the *GURRGGGL* and drawn out *GLRRKS* became non stop as your buddy’s pleading became incoherent screams of terror… and the gas was unbearable. the tall stranger just kept hotboxing the bus with his rank, wet belches that you felt blow past your head… and his booming farts that reeked of sewage and a burnt sort of smell. you tried your best not to look back at him, but you have a feeling you won’t be making it home tonight, not alive at least~

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Eaten by a big, muscular pred, which then puts on a suit since they were already on their way to work.

From the inside, you feel his muscles crushing you into his stomach, his abs putting so much pressure on you that you can barely breathe.

From the outside, everything seems normal. His suit clings tightly to his body not because of your digesting form, but because his bulging muscle always seems too big for his clothes.

You suppress a whine as his stomach slowly works on you throughout the day, melting you down as the loud gurgles and groans and sloshes and the occasional belch fill your ears. By the end of the work day you're barely still alive, clinging to what little sentience remains on you as all you can do is twitch a finger or two.

Meanwhile, the pred is used to this. They enjoyed feeling full for the day, but they can't wait to get home and get off to the sound of your bones being pulverised as they flex their abs and digest you for good.

mmmf i love casual vore/digestion with big preds who don’t even look stuffed. just think about how cruel that is to go about your day all nonchalant like you aren’t brutally murdering someone in your muscle gut. having to play off all those meaty belches and bassy farts as indigestion. your twitching gut is just a little bloat from your gluten intolerance. that muffled scream and sickening crunch? must be the construction next door.

love that you did it through the preys POV too. you spend the entire day so close to rescue, but some greedy pred won’t let you survive. he’s imprisoned you, condemning you to a cruel and disgusting death inside his intestines.

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predator that purposly seeks out single guys gay straight bi doesnt matter. follows them around and learns every detail then slowly befriends them into a full month later after introducing himself he breaks in and rapes to his hearts content. the guy struggling begging to stop and the pred promises he will once he finishes. once he does cum he grabs the guy and tells him "hope you enjoyed life! i sure as hell am about to enjoy yours!" and down the hatch the guy goes. in a single night he went from a happy guy with his own life, to boiling gut slop after being brutally raped for a couple hours

our pred is a seasoned veteran, cruel and sadistic, but an average joe on the streets. at 6’2, 220 lbs, and good looking, he flys under the radar wherever he goes. which helps when he has a bulging gut full of digesting boymeat, or whenever he’s on the prowl.

his last victim was a 20-something Ivy League finance bro, fresh out of grad school, who he met at the smith machine. real charming and handsome, and still reeling from a breakup with his longtime girlfriend. pred offer to buy him a drink at the bar, and they get real close as time goes on. finance bro thinks he’s got a true friend, until he goes over to his house to get “shit-faced” one night.

he didn’t know that actually meant having the pred suffocate him under his hairy, unwashed ass. the poor guy screamed and fought for hours while the pred just flossed his stinky butt on the guy’s face and jackhammered his thick cock down his throat. the pred loved tasting his tight little straight boy pussy, and had an even better time stretching it out around his cock, pinning his poor friend against the headboard while he pummeled his little hole.

it didn’t take long for the pred to get bored with his toy and send him down the hatch, but by then the guy was too broken to even get a word out. all the pred got was some muffled prayer and a lot of incoherent screaming when the gurgling kicked up. after a couple more nuts and a rank fart, the pred finally decided to acknowledge the poor thing boiling to death inside his gut.

“ahh, hope you enjoyed life, kid. i’m sure about to enjoy yours,” the pred belches softly before he grabs a bottle of antacids and downs it, his belly instantly reacting with some gassy squeals and strained burbling.

“that should keep you alive for the next week or so~”

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but like imagine a prey getting off to watching his friend be brutally killed and sneaking away knowing he just witnessed an actual murder. his friends cries echoing in his mind and all he can think about doing is jerking off to it. a day later he opens his door to see the pred being the one to knock and he knows its his time to die. he accepts his death and knows he deserves this. he at least gets off one final time inside the stomach before holding the mostly digested corpse of his friend close and shedding a tear

love this scenario…

boy sees his best friend / roommate get tanked by their hulking frat boy RA and hides in the bathroom, jerking off to all the noises coming from his room…. all the sloppy, wet gurgling and muffled screaming.

the RA stomps out of the room, leaving the room smelling like musk and sex. “Fuck, you tasted so good faggot… *BRAAAUUUP*” you run out behind him to see nothing, only signs of an immense struggle in your dorm room. the dresser toppled over, the bedsheets all wrinkled, and a couple used condoms strewn out on the floor. you spend that night laying in your roomies bed, gooning to what you saw happen, and what you think happened after.

fast forward a couple days later and your still there, pumping away on your roommates bed, thinking about how unrecognizable he must look now boiling away in your RAs potbelly. you reach the point of orgasm when you hear keys jangling outside your door, the doorknob swiftly turning and opening to reveal the massive frat boy himself, gut still massive and taut. his ballgut is red and veiny as the stretched skin struggles to contain your friend’s digesting corpse. the bulges of your friends head and shoulders is still pronounced, and you see it bob and slosh with every step your RA took.

“you wanna say hi to your friend?” the jock mumbles lowly as he rubs over the heft of his gut with one meaty hand, the other groping his meaty cock.

his dark and stinking throat is the last thing you ever see before your plunged into the pitch black oven of his gut, right beside your long dead roommate. his skin is slippery and soft as you feel his body begin to slowly give way beneath you. your RA’s constant groping and kneading from outside doesn’t help, and soon your listening to a constant stream of crunching and snapping as your friend’s smaller joints and bones begin to loosen and break under the acids. and the worst part is, your RA has a $20 bet on how long he can keep you alive in there… so looks like this is your first and last welcome week.

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Do you only like dying in other people's bellies or do you enjoy digesting a little faggot too?

i’m almost always a prey, but i could be a pred under the right circumstances 😜

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i want to collar you and tighten it up until you can't breath. then throat fuck you till you see stars and pass out. i'll cum down your throat and let you breath to wake you up. thats when i want to tighten it back up and swallow you down bit. by. bit. chewing every piece of you then gulping you down. unable to breath you suffacate until your in my stomach and as your lungs ache for air you will get it. but its more like acidic air that burns you from the inside out and make you cough blood

yes please😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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what are some of your favorite undigestible bits? mine as still sizzling chunks of gore spat up for whatever reason. stinking sizzling liquified flesh slopping onto the floor. melting off the softening bones into pools of meaty sludge below. splattered against walls and in bedrooms to prove not even being asleep locked away is safe. partial bodies laid in bed as a sick and twisted version of safety.

good i love this image. all viscous and bloody, these steaming heaps of gore shooting out of the preds mouth in wet belches. everything from bits of acid bleached bone to an eyeball gets coughed up by the pred, giving him some awful acid reflux…

personally, though, i really like when the pred has to hack up half digested articles of clothing or other miscellaneous items that couldn’t pass through his guts.

think about the creepy neighbor burping up these boys’ little half digested boxer briefs, or a pair of steaming sneakers, a little foot still wedged inside.

the bulking gymrat belches up a bloody jockstrap while running on the treadmill. all that movement rearranges the softening corpse boiling inside his gut, making him belch up everything from a pair of nipple piercings (with some meat still attached) and a sizzling apple watch still clinging to the guys half melted wrist.

or the himbo frat boy, who’s constantly hacking up soaking wet jerseys, torn to shreds by the caustic acids. phones, wallets, student IDs, even a couple dog collars have been spat out by the hungry frat guy. what’s worse is when the indigestibles pass through his guts. entire jeans and boots will have to be forced out of his whole relatively unscathed, on top of every single bone he couldn’t bake down into slimy turds…