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a pred getting really high (weed) and eating someone.

focusing their mind on the stretch of their stomach, their heightened perception making it feel unlike any experience they've ever had. They can feel every intricate detail of their meal's body, where it presses against their stomach's walls, it's fascinating.

The prey is embarrassed. They were not able to escape a pred who could at that moment barely function due to being super high. Even when the odds were in their favour, the prey failed to evade being eaten. And now the predator was being annoying, savouring them, following the prey's movements so closely. The prey wouldn't get any privacy until their body was liquefied and their form smoothed out, in the belly.

until then, the pred was entertained by the lumps and bulges in their stomach

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You made a bet with your older brother, if you could last the weekend in his stomach he would let you swap bodies with him but if you couldn't he got a free meal and got to be an only child again. He accepted the deal as long as he got to do whatever he wanted while you were in his stomach and you agreed. So he opened his mouth really wide and you inserted you head and let your brother do the rest.

Just before the end of the 72 hours you tried to get out of his stomach, you had to endure him fucking your boyfriend while you her in his stomach, then him eating Thai food on top of you. He woke up as you tried to get out of him and he gulped really hard, pushing you back into his stomach. "Sorry lil bro but you lost the bet, looks like you're just some belly fat now". But you don't even fight it because you know there is no use, so you just digest away in your big brothers stomach and he gets even hotter from the pudge you added to him.

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Dad sighed when he kept me over after the coding class had ended. He pressed a button under his desk, and the door to the college classroom closed and locked.

"You're failing," he said, matter-of-fact. There wasn't any judgement or disappointment in his voice. Oddly, that hurt more. Maybe indifference really is worse than negative emotions. "You don't seem like you care about this class."

He wasn't wrong. I've got no interest in coding or computer engineering. I don't even like science. I'm a communications major! But I took the class because Dad taught it. I wanted to see the professor in action. And, honestly, I thought it'd be an easy pass. Failing his own kid would be embarrassing.

"I don't have to be," I said.

"You want special treatment?" he asked. Still, there was no emotion to his voice. "Then I'll give you the same option I give all the other failures who come begging for extra credit but don't put in any effort."

His thick fingers undid the buttons of his flannel one at a time, revealing his hairy chest and stomach. The woodsy scent of his cologne spilled out. I bit my bottom lip and hoped it wasn't too obvious. I didn't just want to watch him teach out of pride as his son. I'd had a crush on my dad for a long time. It was hot to see him lecture, to know I'd seen him walk around the house naked and none of these other kids had. But, I guessed, seeing him undress, others did. Extra credit was letting him fuck you.

Well, that was a win-win.

I fell out of my seat and pressed my hands against the bulge in his dark wash jeans. His cock was soft when I wished it out of his boxers, but still it was thicker than my own. I moaned when it filled my mouth.

Dad pressed a hand to the side of my face. "What are you doing?" he asked though he didn't push me off.

When his cock finally hardened in my mouth, long, hard, steel, a true bear's pipe, I pulled off his dick. Spit spilled over his thick balls. My mouth buzzed with happiness. "Earning my extra credit," I said, nuzzling into his cock.

Dad laughed, finally breaking his neutral, cold tone. "No." He slapped his stomach. "To earn extra credit, you have to spend some time in daddy's gut. Each hour you're in there gets you one point." He tapped on his gradebook. "You need 14 points to pass. You manage not to get churned into a massive dump in that time, you win. You pass. Don't and, well, you'll still pass, it'll just be passing my hairy, smelly hole and into the sewers." Before I could bolt up and head out, he grabbed my shoulders. "And I can't let people think my son failed my class." He lifted me up. "I don't know what I want more: to churn my stupid son into shit or to let him out and have my own boy as my personal cock sucker. Those are your options." He licked his lips. "Good luck."

He shoved me forward, and I entered the wet dark of his mouth.

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*ding-dong!*

Marvin opened the door, bracing one of his huge tattooed arms against the frame as he looked down at the skinny, freckled youth beaming up at him. “Oh. Hey, uh...?”

“Justin!” the boy piped up. His eyes were practically sparkling, roaming shamelessly over Marvin’s bare torso. “From next door.”

“Oh yeah.” Marvin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking the kid up and down. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, how old are you now?”

“Almost 19,” Justin said proudly. He chewed nervously on his lower lip, taking a hesitant step forward. “Listen...you’re into like...bodybuilding, right?”

Marvin chuckled awkwardly. “Uh...heh. Yeah, man. You looking for tips? Want to get started lifting?”

“Not exactly,” Justin said, his cheeks flushing pink.

*******

30 minutes later, Marvin stood at his kitchen counter, digging into his breakfast, chuckling as he felt Justin squirming happily inside his belly.

“I still don’t know why you wanted this, man, but I appreciate it. Gonna get some real nice gains from all this protein.” Marvin gave his gurgling stomach a playful smack, belching in satisfaction.

*oooooOOOOUUUUUuuuurrrrrrrpppp! UUURRRP!*