chilldude999

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Some brainless whimpering for the mommy doms abject freaks.

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When a pred is grateful for the service of his victims, who sacrificed their lives to turn him into a true beast

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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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As you can see, your friend is gone, that little snack has already passed on, turning into more meat and bulk. He made the mistake of getting too close to me in the locker room when I was hungry. He clearly wanted to get a glimpse of my bod from the outside, but in the end he has gotten a full vip tour to see my body from the inside. And now if you don't want to end up like him, I would advise you to leave me, cos I warn you that I always have room for seconds, especially for a guy who looks as delicious as you. Guuuuuurgle. Slurp.

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Oh, this belly? Well, Nick challenged me that I couldn't catch him swimming right behind him, and as you can see, I eventually caught him. This will definitely teach him a lesson to not challenge a superior man.

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When the diabetes meds start to make you fatter 🐷😈

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Oh, stop twitching at once! Trying to break out won't do you any good. Once something enters my stomach, it doesn't escape until it has been digested and absorbed by my body. The only thing you are accomplishing with your futile attempts to escape is giving me gas. BuUuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUurp.

Aaaaah, now much better. Look what you've accomplished, now that you've made me burp you have much less oxygen left in my stomach. Well, this way you'll soon stop moving the fuck up. Although anyway, in the end it's better that you run out of air as soon as possible, so you'll be unconscious before my body starts to do its job and turn you into pure protein to feed my herculean body. You wouldn't want to feel your body dissolve to become one with mine, although for me, there is no higher pleasure.

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Hey, you! I'm out of my protein shake, and I still need to fill this tank. GuuUuuuuurgleeeeE. Just the sight of you makes my stomach growl, it's calling you. Be a good boy and come to daddy, soothe my ravenous hunger.

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In public, some preds try to keep things subtle. Flatten their bloated stomachs, play innocent—anything to avoid attention. The newbies do it out of fear; the clever ones, to keep the buffet open. But not Nick. Not anymore. After swallowing down hundreds of prey, some of them predators themselves, he didn’t hide a damn thing. In fact, he loved putting on a show.

Today, his stomach bulged gloriously—taut, gurgling, unapologetic—as he let it swell back to its true size right on the beach. No shame. Just hunger. And power. When the first terrified pair of eyes met his, he grinned wide and watched the panic ripple outward like blood in water. That was the moment it started—the real fun.

The sunbathers always went first, fumbling for their things in stupid confusion, as if towels or sunglasses could save them. Then came the swimmers, slow and splashing, easy targets for a muscled beast like Nick who cut through water like a predator born for it. But his favorites? The ones who thought they were clever. The ones who bolted for their cars, shoving others down to save themselves.

Nick let the fallen whimper on the sand, ignored for now. He wanted the arrogant ones—the ones who thought they were going to make it. Nothing tasted better than desperation laced with false hope. The way their faces crumbled when they realized they were caught… oh, it made his stomach purr.

When the beach was still again and the sun hit just right, Nick would lie back, heavy and full, his belly squirming with heat and helpless movement. Digestion under the sun was his reward—their bodies melting down into pure muscle, adding bulk to his already devastating form.

Sometimes the cops would show up. Some poor soul had managed to call for help. But all they ever did was deliver dessert. Another squad. Another meal. More fuel for the body of a god.