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These two are much heavier than they looked… *BELCH*

Speaking of, under the cut is EXACTLY what I mean every time I refer to my belches as such.

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Need him badly 🥵🥵🥵

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP! 🤤😜

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Chugged an entire 2L and man. The burps were big and smelly!

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Do you have a fandom interest and or what favorite scenarios?

(Btw, I love when people ask me questions, keep them coming!)

I surprisingly don't have a specific fandom interest. There is so much to choose from and look at, so I simply have none.

In terms of favorite scenarios, I think a jock with a nerd would be pretty hot. I mean like imagine a college jock is all tired from his game and he has a nerd doing his work for him. He gets back to his dorm, tired, and hangry, and he finds out that his nerd didn't do the homework he paid for the nerd to do, so he snaps and just swallows the nerd whole as a consequence.

He teases the nerd on the way down to his stomach, telling him that he has no more use for him, and that the only good thing he can do is serve as food for his ravenous stomach, as fuel for his football game. The nerd arrives to his stomach, getting digested while the jock laughs, continuing to tease his prey, while rubbing his belly and fingering his belly button. The nerd tries to fight his way out, but the jock instead calls him a weakling and tells him he is no match for his stomach.

In the end, the jock wins, as the nerd settles into his stomach, being absorbed into the sweaty and musty hunk of a jock, who will use his newfound meal as an energy source for his next big game.

I hope this answered my question of one of my favorite vore scenarios! I have plenty more but that's one of them!

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Whoops… looks like one of the houses on the street is up for sale again… *BELCH* at this rate every house on the street will be vacant in a month! I suppose that means more fresh neighbors for me to ea… uhhh… meet! *BRAAAAAAAP*

A little more of a teaser from last night’s lucky dinner under the cut.

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I can never quite tell which I like more bucking in my belly- one really big beefy, tall, filling man, or two more average sized guys.

Luckily this weekend I enjoyed the clear winner- two of the big tall beefcakes in one sitting- the most filling, satisfying, and triumphant option!

*EEEEOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRP*

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Zac leaned back on the couch, feeling the last struggles of his roommate in his stomach. His roommate's clutter had been getting on his nerves for a while now, not to add that he was always listening to music at full volume late at night. But the last straw for Zac was that his roommate had eaten the steak Zac had in store to celebrate the fact that he was getting closer and closer to achieving the ideal physique. Now, his roommate would melt in his stomach, taking the place of the steak, and becoming nutrients that Zac's body would assimilate to get the body he had been looking for for so long.

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Josh stared at the ceiling as he lay on his couch. His life suddenly felt empty. The thing that gave him the most pleasure no longer gave him the thrill it used to. Now, just by looking at his prey, most of them were paralysed with terror, and those who tried to flee never managed to get very far. Also, Josh having achieved a physique that the gods of Olympus themselves would envy, there were many prey that simply offered themselves to be devoured, feeling that it was their mission in life to feed a predator, fulfilling their role in the food chain. This could be very convenient for Josh, as their food was practically served on a silver platter, pouring themselves the sauces and spices to taste delicious. However, this had caused him to lose the thrill of hunting his prey, chasing them until they fell silent at his feet. Now, even when a prey tried to escape, in just 5 seconds he was already cornering his future meal against the wall.

But it was then that an idea suddenly clicked in Josh's head. Since with his superior physique, hunting prey had already lost all its thrill, maybe he had to raise the bar. Maybe he now had to occupy a new position on the food chain, having climbed up above other predators. That meant that the predators he once considered his hunting companions could now become his prey.

Just thinking about that idea made his stomach growl loudly, demanding that he carry out what he was thinking. At that moment Josh got up from the couch, and pulled on trousers that wouldn't last long containing his muscular legs, ready to feel the adrenaline of the hunt again. He couldn't wait to see the look on the other preds' faces as the tables were turned and now they were the ones who had to run. Soon, those men who thought they were at the top of the food chain and who had grown their bodies thanks to their "protein-rich diet" would be just fuel for Josh to rise to new heights, far beyond what any human could imagine.

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After returning from the bathroom, Jim sat back down at the table in the restaurant where he was eating with his boyfriend. However, when he looked up to continue the conversation they had left halfway through before going to the bathroom, he found his boyfriends chair empty. Before he could start to wonder where his boyfriend might have gone, he looked up a little more after hearing a loud rumbling sound.

Right next to that chair, a jock was stroking his distended but still muscular stomach, while looking at Jim with a devilish grin.

"Hey, how do you like the repurposing I did with your little boyfriend? Oh, don't be jealous, little snack, before you can finish your meal I'll have digested him completely and have room for you. I wouldn't want to separate such a delicious couple, thanks to me you'll be together forever, hahahaha. Oh, I'm so funny," said the muscular hunk as he continued to caress his stomach, which was slowly, and almost unnoticed, beginning to recede, functioning like a chronometer of Jim's remaining life span.

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The people on the street suddenly began to feel small ground tremors, which gradually began to gain strength. Some thought it was an earthquake, but the real reason for these small rumblings became evident when they raised their eyes to one end of the street. Down that street was approaching with a firm and steady pace what could only be described as a giant man. At over seven feet tall and with a body that would leave any bodybuilder trembling in fear, all the people on the street stared at this specimen that was bordering on perfection. His bare chest (it's hard for me to think that T-shirts big enough to cover his bulk existed) glistened with sweat in the sunlight.

This man, named Hank, was jogging, listening to loud music on his headphones that helped him keep a light pace as he walked. Suddenly, he started looking at a couple of guys sitting on a bench who were gawking at him. Hank smiled at them with a smile that seemed to be hiding something, and just as he passed them, with barely a pause, he grabbed them both by the shirt and lifted them up. Before either of those two boys could say anything, Hank lifted the first of them with his two hands, holding the other under his arm, and gobbled his head as if it were a simple lollipop. Without stopping walking as he devoured this boy, Hanks began to swallow the lad with astounding ease, as if he did this every day, and just before swallowing the feet of his first victim, he looked down at the other guy he had trapped under his arm, letting him watch as his mate plunged into his maw, never to see the sunlight again, after which he licked his lips, enjoying what was left of the taste of this first prey. The other guy tried to fight back, to no avail, except to give Hank the pleasure of seeing a prey that wanted to resist him in vain. There was nothing he liked better than watching his prey's futile attempts to escape.

It didn't take long for the second guy to join his boyfriend, being engulfed by Hank's huge maw like an anaconda. The rest of the people in the street soon reacted, shouting and calling for help, as everyone tried to flee or take refuge in stores or doorways. In the chaos, some stumbled or fell when pushed, becoming easy prey at the feet of Hank, who did not take long to take advantage of these helpless targets, without stopping for a moment to continue advancing at a fast pace with his powerful footsteps down the street. There were others who tried to take refuge in stores that had locked their doors when they saw the danger in the street, leaving people outside pounding on their doors asking to get in. These were also easy prey for Hank, who quickly grabbed them from one side of the street to the other, as if they were simply popcorn. Even many of the people who had been running away were caught by Hank, who did not even bother to run, but caught up with his long strides thanks to his legs that looked like two Roman columns.

A few minutes later the street was already deserted, as Hank patted his distended stomach at the end of the street. This had been a good feast to calm his voracious hunger after jogging. Tomorrow he would have to take a new path down another street if he wanted to be able to satisfy his enormous appetite again, since with all the people he had just devoured, there wouldn't be enough prey the next day to even serve him as a snack.

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Shaggy’s Snack

Who needs the whole team when the mud “monster” is actually made of chocolate pudding? Whether it was intentional or not, Shaggy caught the scheming man and got his big sweet treat.

Anyone else surprised how hairy he is under that big green shirt?

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pet play, with the pup being teased, pinned down, maybe even dubcon'd by the predator. cockvore, pec vore, would love to see some sort of alt vore caption from a pred pov about churning and ending this cutie

Pup's Final Play

“Now kneel before me pup. And suck.” Master Dorian commanded. Pup Ben had been Dorian’s puppy for the better part of four months now. He took this unassuming man and repurposed him for something better. A worthless slave who obeyed the master's every beck and call. Dorian couldn't be prouder.

His face twists into a fiendish grin as he pushes his long cock down Ben's throat. The first couple of times Ben had gagged on it. Dorian had punished him a couple of times with paddling and that had worked things out quickly. Now Pup Ben could take a cock like a champ. With each glucking sound, Dorian's pride grew.

It was a shame that this was Ben's last day. Already his next potential pup was on the way and Dorian needed to dispose of his current one. So he decides to reward Ben's devotion with one final act. Dorian grabs the back of his puppy's head and slams his cock down. His wild thrusts help to chase down his orgasm. A deep growl rumbles out of Dorian's throat. He pays no heed to Ben's feelings, it was worthless to consider them.

“Drain it all, pup.” Dorian’s voice was steel even as he pumped his hot load deep into Ben. Those large hands keep Ben sniffing those curly pubes. The only sounds in the room are Ben’s gulping and Dorian’s manly moans.

A sigh escapes Dorian. He really would miss Ben. Especially as he cleaned his cock and wet his balls. He was perfect, but that's why he would be the perfect snack. Slowly Dorian pulls Ben off his cock and looks down at those bright eyes.

“What else do you need me to do, master?”

“Nothing. Nothing but become fat load for the next pup.”

Pup Ben was naturally confused. Dorian kept a steady hand on the back of his head as the cock ballooned in size. Its growth to grotesque size was truly fascinating. It was hard for Ben to wrap his mind that this was the same member just down his throat.

Dorian yanks Ben up by the hair and pins his arms to his side. With a little readjustment been with facing down the cock slit and shoved inside, harness and all. Dorian grunts as he devours his former puppy turned cocks snack. With every swallow, Ben was dragged further into that cum smelling chute. Dorian recognized that even now Ben was being a good pup. Somehow throughout all of this he recognized that this was his role. To be food for his master.

Dorian flexes his cock so that it stands upright. Just the feet remained on the outside now. Dorian gives them one last tickle before his greedy cock takes them too. Ben's outline could be seen through the wall of skin and muscle. He twitched for a couple of moments before being deposited inside of Dorian's hairy nutsack. The pup is forced to curl up inside as Dorian's balls drop onto the floor.

The master, satisfied with his work, sits down on the couch, legs spread, and balls filled. He hums giving a rub over the hardly shifting bulge. Ben would be gone before his next puppy arrived. And a good thing too, he needs a refill.

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See that fierce glare he gives himself in the mirror? That’s the frustration of a predator unsatisfied with his gains. And tonight, he’s going to make up for it. He’ll be hunting—stalking the streets for an unsuspecting snack, someone too slow, too careless to escape. If I were you, I’d lock my doors tight… not that it would stop him. A body like his? He could scale a fourth-floor window with ease. And he’s been watching you all day. He’s already made his choice. No one he sets his sights on lasts more than a week… so maybe you better say goodbye to all your loved ones before it's too late.

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A lively meal. He’s one I’ve been trying to get packed away for a while now! He should have known too, so many of his friends have vanished before it’s finally become his turn to be forced into my belly.

Now that I finally got him, that means I have a new prime target- how many other men are going to end up squirming in my belchtank before he also ends up inside?