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Mack wished his son had listened to him, really he did. “Trust me, you won’t like it” he’d warned the boy, “It’s not at all like you’re imagining” he’d said again and again each time his son had asked. And what should’ve been the biggest deterrent of all: “It’s a one way trip, once you’re in my tank you’re not coming out again.” He’d say in a very serious voice, “You’ll be digested in there like any other food, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant process.”

Still, the foolish boy hadn’t been daunted. He continued to beg his dad at every opportunity, going on and on about how he wanted to end up inside his pop’s big hairy belly, and how he loved the idea that he’d be adding to his father’s waistline. Damn, the kid was acting like it was a ride at fucking Disney land instead of his dad swallowing and digesting him. No matter how many times Mack told his son exactly what would happen if he swallowed him alive, the boy just wouldn’t listen, claiming over and over that he was totally fine with what would happen to him once inside his father’s hungry gut. Finally, on the night of his 18th birthday, and with the assistance of a fair amount of alcohol, Mack relented.

Half an hour later, Mack looked down, shaking his head sadly at his massive gut as it bulged and shook with his son’s attempts at struggling within. He could clearly make out his boy’s cries, telling him he’d changed his mind and begging his father to let him out. Stupid, stupid kid… Mack had warned him so many times that it wouldn’t be anything like he’d imagined in all his strange fantasies. No doubt the boy had expected a pleasant, warm slide into a nice stretchy stomach, where the walls were pillowy and soft and they hugged him lightly while he drifted off to sleep. The reality, which Mack had tried to explain to him, was much harsher. The poor boy really had no idea what he was in for when he’d begged his father to eat him. Mack could tell right away that he’d been shocked by the sweltering heat of his dad’s insides as he started to swallow him, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his tight throat, and the boy definitely hadn’t been prepared to be stuffed into his foul smelling, churning gut, which did stretch, but only enough to accommodate the kid, and even then just barely. The muscles of Mack’s stomach walls were far from soft as they squeezed him tightly in a painfully crushing and almost suffocating embrace while the acrid air stung his eyes and burned his nose and lungs with each breath. All the while the slick liquid that had been spreading over his body as his father’s gut churned over him was beginning to cause his skin to itch and burn.

Mack knew the exact moment his boy was experiencing all of this and came to the conclusion that his father was indeed right, that this crushing, acidic, disgusting chamber wasn’t anything like he’d imagined. It was, as his dad had said, a hellish and a terrifying place to spend your last moments. That’s when the boy had started to squirm and shout for his dad to let him out, at first in a sort of “Hey dad, I guess I don’t like this after all” kind of voice, fully expecting Mack to release him and to receive a stern lecture about listening to his dad’s warnings. It was only when his father had informed him that, no, he wouldn’t be coming back out and that he’d be digested just like he’d warned him, that the boy really started to panic.

Mack watched his gut bounce and shake as his son thrashed and begged for release inside the fleshy prison. No doubt his powerful stomach was already starting to work on him, the muscular clenches of his stomach walls becoming rougher and more powerful, and the itching sensation most likely at the point where it transitioned to a painful burning sensation as his acids did their job. He sighed, rubbing over his bulging belly as his son’s cries became more desperate and his struggles intensified and became frantic, and decided to take pity on the foolish kid. No, he wouldn’t be letting him out though, his son’s fate had been sealed the moment his head had slipped past his father’s lips, Mack’s gut had claimed the boy and he was just a meal now, family or not. Mack would however, give his son a small bit of mercy; Usually he’d enjoy his meal’s struggles for as long as they lasted, but it was his own son in his gut this time. Yes, he’d be digested just like anything else he put in his belly, but Mack didn’t like the idea of his boy suffering unnecessarily, so he pressed his hands the squirming, fleshy dome of his gut and pressed down. He felt all the air he’d swallowed down with his son rush back up his throat and erupt from his mouth in a massive, and very satisfied, belch. “Uuuuuuurrrrrrp!”

Moments later, all was still within his gut. It was far from quiet though as it gurgles and churned loudly over the motionless form of his kid. Mack laid back, one hand idly rubbing over his gurgling belly as he let out another soft belch that tasted slightly of his son turned meal. Mack slept soundly through the night as his stomach did its job, the bulges the boy made becoming less defined, rounding out, and his massive hairy belly slowly shrinking as the hours passed and his son was efficiently digested.

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Did you think you could run away from me? Huh? Hahaha, no way. Did you really think that trying to escape would help you? Didn't you realize that my physique is a thousand times superior to yours? Oh, I love to see the hopes of my victims shattered when I pin them under my body. Also, watching your face while you feel my stomach rumbling, proccesing what little left of your boyfriend and asking for more meat, makes me really horny. Now be still, because it's time to eat and daddy is hungry. SLUUUURP.

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Too much to grab

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Image from @omegafaggotpup

You had just had THE most intense raw dogging sexual run in with this guy.

You didn’t even get his name. He went by Omegafaggotpup, but you called him Omega for short.

You railed, pounded and fucked hun to high heaven as his stamina seemed godly at this point as he was begging you to fuck him deeper and harder until you were practically spent blowing your load over and over until your dick was practically about to snap in two from such virile intensity.

You blew one last load and you pulled out, nearly folding backwards.

“Are you done? That’s it? My all is still hungry…. Fuck man eat my ass one last time at least…” Omega whimpered as he looked back at you and shook his ass at you.

Deciding to give him at least one good ass munching as you took a whiff of his freshly fucked ass and started giving him one last rim job before you left.

“Deeper…” Omega moaned.

And you pressed harder.

“Deeper!” Omega growled.

He arched his back and reached behind you, pushing your face into his hole.

You licked harder and harder, really getting your face in there, trying to please him with all our might, sweating drenching you.

“DEEPER!” Omega howled!

He suddenly flexed his asshole and let out the loudest loan as he pushed your head into his ass!

You panicked and tried to struggled, but it only turned Omega on more than ever as he moved his hips as you squirmed around.

His hungry ass devouring you whole as you kicked and struggled, only aiding your demise as you pushed deeper into him.

Omega continued to moan and groan as more of you vanished deeper and deeper until your feet were sucked in with a loud ‘SLLRREURRP!’

Omega grunted and heaved as his asshole relaxed as you were working your way inside him.

However, Omega wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of making it that are as he focused and suddenly felt you panic and struggle harder than ever until you went limp inside his body.

Omega would finally be satiated as he would pass out, happy that his ass got the pleasure it needed.

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REALLY outdid myself with this vore 😁

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Volunteering as snack! 🥵

Lounging or play... Regardless bring snacks... Or be snack 😈😋 pup is always hungry and wants to be bigger. Bigger belly for better rubbing and cuddles.

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POV you are watching me diguest from down below😈😋 ready for dessert? 😈

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You tried to escape but it was futile. I invited you over to hang out and have dinner. We had dinner with me eating two whole large pizzas. You looked at me in awe and fear as you watched my appetite. You made up an excuse as to why you have to leave but I wasn't having that. I pinned you to the wall with my massive belly. You tried to escape it's graso but my belly was too strong. I picked you up and within two gulps you were plopped into my massive gut. I jiggles my belly and heard you sloshing as you were already started to turn into gut sludge. I laid down to rest so you can just be some fat on my midsection. God it feels so good to be full and stuffed. UUUUUUUUUUURP

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"Ohh man how did I wake up full again" unbeknownst to me my tiny boyfriend wanted to surprise me but fell in my mouth trying to be romantic and kiss me ...and me being a pred once he was in me it was instinct to swallow sucks to because I loved him and once he landed in my stomach he obviously freaked out and tried to get me awake but I fall asleep to prey in my stomach so unfortunately I would not even wake up thus my boyfriend was digested all while I was asleep

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I hope you know theirs nothing stopping me from getting into your home while you sleep in your bed and devouring you whole right?

You’d be moved into a more ‘cramped’ sleeping position but we get the best of both worlds right?

I get a late night snack and you get promoted from whatever you were doing to belly fat!

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I guess this is what having a consistent diet full of delicious prey does to a pred's belly 😋😋 I'm absolutely loving the added fat I've gained so far, makes me wanna consume more 😈🤤🥵

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Someone by the handle of FunnyPreyGuy made me this nifty vore morph. As thanks, I ate him.

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Get a good look, because this gut is gonna be why your blog will have “deactivated” in its name very soon

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Frankly, the idea of offering up people to watch my pred master/Dom getting bigger, constantly threatening that I'll run out eventually and smothering me with his deliciously huge belly. Forcing me to hear the gurgling of my friends. Making me fuck his stomach. And eventually the time comes, I'm cornered, your mouth opens wide, you draw in closer... I've worshipped you and fed you for months, but I cum myself as you finally pull me in.

This right here? This is your whole world. All you ever need to do is keep it full and satisfied, by any means necessary. So even if that means having to call a friend or two over every once in a while because you were a little short on your food budget, or underestimated how hungry I was that day, then so be it. Sure, you might feel guilty at first, but all that guilt melts away as quickly as they do when you’re straddling my full stomach, feeling them struggle against your traitorous cock underneath all that fat. The feeling of them growing softer, as I’m growing larger means so much more to you than however many years of friendship you had. But all things come to an end, and eventually your social circle will dry up. My belly being more of a friend to you than you ever initially realized, especially considering how much mass came from your friends. But finally, it’s just become too much for you. You’re of more use inside of it than trying to fill it now. You’ve blown your load on it more times than I can count, so what’s one final blow as your face-to-face with the dark, hungry abyss of my throat. Getting the same final view as so many of your friends have seen because of you. And now you’ll be reunited forever, as a few more extra pounds padding my body. 

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what’s your take on tasting prey?

of course there’s definitely the urge to cram down all the delicious prey you can, but have you ever just wanted to pin one down and run your thick tongue all over their quivering frame; really get a thorough and greedy lick before you decide the make em lunch?

( totally not asking because that’s how I wanna get gobbled haha )

Why wouldn’t I want to taste my prey? Sure if I’m out and see something tasty it’s a lot easier to just gulp them down as quick as possible, but given the chance to have them alone and unable to run, I’m savoring it.

You can taste how they really feel about it in the sweat. The scared, unwilling ones are a bit more sour. It’s like their body is biologically reacting to try to make them seem as unappetizing as it can. It doesn’t work, but it’s an interesting result.

Now the willing ones come in two variations. There’s fully willing and horny about it, and willing, but still nervous or apprehensive. The fully willing ones are a bit of a salty sweet. They want it, and they’re overflowing with hormones just from the thought of what’s going to happen to them.

The apprehensive ones, and the ones that change their minds are my personal favorites. They don’t even realize I can tell how they’re actually feeling as I run my tongue up their neck. I can feel their heart rate spiking their pulse against my tongue. And the taste? It’s everything mixed together. They’re usually excited at first, blinded by hormones, and trying not to think about the end result as much. Or maybe it’s all just kink play and nothing is actually going to happen. They change tastes so much through the whole process, but inevitably grow more and more, what can only be described as savory, as it goes on. Their peak taste is once they climax and the clarity kicks in. They taste the best once they sink into realization or regret. Once they realize it’s all real, or it’s too late for them to even try to fight back, or even just having that post nut clarity. The moment they realize they’re giving up everything just for those few moments of enjoyment that have already ended is when they taste the best. That’s the flavor I live for.