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I do really love to grab lunch at work when i‘m free in the afternoon, but do they know my coworker took the rest of the day off too?😈🤔

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Coming home from pride like every year, with a full squirming belly, ready to go to bed while my belly starts diguesting….

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An Experience to Remember

Dylan and boyfriend, Simon, were always into trying new things. They tried different sex positions, ideas, toys, and they felt like they were at the bottom of the barrel in terms of ideas and it felt very repetitive. However, one day, Simon stumbled upon an advertisement that read, "Get closer to your hubby through our latest technology!" He glanced at the article, and found something new to try: a pill known as Vorephiant. It had two types: one for the one eating, Vorephiant-Pred, and the other was the one being swallowed, Vorephiant-Prey. The article listed that the participant who swallowed the pred pill would experience body-changing experience, where they would experience higher levels of horniness, an increased appetite, and the ability for their body and insides to morph and transform to enable vore. There was mainly three types: oral, anal, and cock vore. As Simon kept reading on the individual details, he could feel his cock getting harder at the thought. He thought that joining his boyfriend's food in his stomach, and accompanying it on its journey through his digestive tract would be so incredibly hot and fun. The article instructed that in order for the activity to be safe, both parties had to take their respective pills. 

Simon ordered the pills right away, and informed Dylan about his purchase. Dylan was skeptical. 

"Are you sure that would work? Sounds like an average scam to me." 

"No, it isn't! Trust me! It has been verified by a lot of health professionals! And I read the reviews. Pretty positive responses!" 

Dylan still seemed skeptical. "If we die from this..."

"I promise you we won't. Come on, you would love to have your stomach filled by me in there." 

"We'll not gonna lie that sounds pretty fun. You in my stomach. Alright we'll try it..."

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The next day, the pills arrived in a package in the mail. Simon hurredly ran outside and grabbed the package. He took the two vials out of the package. One reading Pred Capsules, and the other reading Prey Capsules. He followed the instructions on the bottle, and swallowed a tablet with water. He gave a Pred capsule to Dylan. Dylan took it as well. Now all they had to do was wait. 

Simon took off his clothes. The bottle did recommened clothes being taken off to make the experience better for the pred. He didn't want to hurt Dylan. 

They decided to watch TV together, before Dylan started experiencing some odd behavior patterns. 

"Y'know I feel like I kinda want something in my belly. My appetite is kinda wild, and not gonna lie babe, you look like a pretty tasty snack." Dylan said while licking his lips.

"Oh my god, it works!" Simon thought. 

"You don't mind if I-" Dylan started inching to Simon. Closer. Closer.

"No, not at all! Gobble me up, and swallow me whole!" Simon responded.

Dylan did just that. He grabbed Simon, and opened his gaping mouth. Simon could feel his hot breath from his throat as Dylan slowly inched him in his mouth. He could feel Dylan's saliva and spit coating him, and smoothing him up, acting as lube. He was positioned straight down, as his tongue kept forcing more and more of him in a downward direction. His tongue eventually reached Simon's dick. At this point, Simon's cock was incredibly hard, as he started shooting loads into Dylan's mouth, and Dylan could taste the salty load that Simon produced, acting as extra flavoring for his meal. Dylan grabbed the rest of Simon, his legs and feet, and shoved them down with his hands. He then closed his mouth, and with one mighty GULP sent Simon to his stomach. Dylan was licking his lips. 

"Fuck, you are such a good meal..."

Meanwhile, Simon was still traveling downwards, and he popped his face into his stomach, before being squeezed through the opening sphincter above. He landed in a pool of acid, and his undigested lunch they had enjoyed earlier. Luckily, the bottle did say the pill provided a safe experience for the prey, and gave them immunity to the body acids. On the outside, Dylan's stomach rose to a more open form. Bigger, making it look like someone really was in there, and it was making him hard. 

"Fuck! Keep moving in there! It feels so good, my little snack. This is amazing, we need to *urp* do this more often."

Simon could hear him, and started messaging the walls of his stomach, giving more pleasure to his boyfriend. At this point, Dylan rested on his bed, while he was rubbing his stomach and moaning.

"Simon, you are the best boyfriend ever. I hope you stay safe in there, and enjoy the trip. I'll come get you tomorrow when you reach the end of your journey at my ass. And if you think this is a one time thing, you are dead wrong...." BELCHHHHHH!

Simon liked that notion, and he rested in a cuddle formation within Dylan's stomach, while Dylan's body worked and moved around him. And they happened to do this activity a lot more otfen. 

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The Last Delivery

This is my first vore story, and I hope you like it! Let me know if I can improve my writing by liking it, or just message me. If you want more send me some ideas or writing prompts. Enjoy!

It was any average Tuesday. Bryson was hungry. Not hungry in a simple, “I will eat food” sort of way. No, he was hungry for prey. He didn’t feel like going on a dating app and seducing his way into eating his prey, or finding some other convoluted way to go about getting his dinner. He decided to simply call in a pizza and have it delivered to his home. What a simple easy way to get his prey delivered to him. 

Eventually, the pizza arrived at his door, with a hot delivery guy to accompany it. Man, and he is hot too? I love hot prey. Hot prey for Bryson made it all the more appealing for him, as he loved the hot of someone gorgeous becoming worthless belly fat on him. Bryson opened the door, and the delivery guy greeted him. 

“Hello, I have a pizza for a…Bryson?” 

“Yes, that's me.” GURGLE. Bryson’s stomach must have had a mind of its own as it must have known its prey was nearby, and it grew upset in waiting. “Oh, excuse me, I haven’t eaten all day.” 

“Haha! It’s all right! I hope this will satisfy your hunger. One large pepperoni pizza with a liter of soda.” 

“Thank you, wait, hold on for one second.” He took the pizza and the soda bottle and set it down on the table, ran over to his desk and grabbed a ten dollar bill from it. He ran to the door. 

“Here is your tip, and…oops!” Bryson purposefully dropped the ten dollar bill on the floor. “I am so sorry…” 

“Oh no, it is okay. I can get it.” The delivery guy bent down and went to grab the dollar bill from the floor.  

Now was his chance, for his prey was distracted. Seizing the opportunity, Bryson grabbed the delivery boy by the back of his shirt and dragged him inside the house, slamming the door behind him with his foot. 

“Hey, what the fuck was that for? Let me go!” The delivery guy questioned and moved around to get him to let go of his shirt. Instead, Bryson took the delivery guy and put him in a chokehold. 

“Don’t worry, you will be fine…I promise. Just let me do what I need to do, and it will all be over.” Bryson tried to reassure the delivery guy. But the delivery guy was not reassured, and instead acted in a fighting response, kicking Bryson in the balls. “Oh, fuck!” Bryson yelled out loud. “Ok, that is it! You are going in there right now, so you can think about what you just did!” Bryson opened wide, his huge mouth leaking with drool to help maneuver his prey through his esophagus. He quickly shoved the guy’s head into his mouth, and removed his arm from the guy’s neck and put both his hands around the guy’s arms, forcing them to stay to his side. Mmmmfff!  The delivery guy was yelling, but his voice drowned out, as Bryson’s body made it impossible for any voice to be heard clearly from the outside.

Now, Bryson got his head down his esophagus, it was time for the shoulders, and eventually the guy's chest. Bryson was enjoying every second of his prey squirming, and his dick immediately got hard. The same could be said about the delivery guy. The guy’s dick was hard as a rock, and once Bryson got to the guy’s crotch, he started playing with the guy’s dick with his tongue. Mmmmffff! The delivery guy immediately moaned and orgasmed, with a cum stain appearing on the outside of his khaki pants.

Bryson could taste the cum with his tongue, and wanted to continue playing with his prey, but couldn’t, as the guy’s legs grew stiff from pleasure, and he stopped fighting. Pulling the guy’s shoes off of his feet, Bryson seized his chance, put his hands around the soles of the delivery guy's feet, and sent him with one final push to his stomach. GULP! Bryson’s neck bulged as the guy was being pushed by his insides to his stomach. 

“There, was it really that hard?” Bryson asked him. “Well, your job is now accomplished. You delivered my meal straight to my gut. Technically, you are the meal, but the little details don’t matter.” 

The delivery guy was pounding on the sides of Bryson’s stomach. “Let me out! Please! I will let you have the pizza for free! I will do anything! Just please don’t let it end like this!” Unfortunately for the delivery guy, Bryson’s stomach covered the sounds of his words, and it could only be heard as muffled voices from outside. “Oh, fuck! Your struggling is making me hard.”

Bryson’s dick was vibrating from the pleasure of having prey in his stomach. He took out his dick from his pants and started aggressively, pumping. Bryson couldn’t handle it anymore, and thick, gooey cum erupted from his cock and got shot all over his stomach, and the couch. He admired the orgasm he just had, and was too lazy and tired to clean it up. His stomach however, was not lazy, its job was just getting started.  Grrrrrroan. “Wow, my stomach must be having a field day with you in there, my friend.” 

Bryson went to sit down on his couch and took the pizza box that was on his table that the guy delivered. “Don’t worry, I won’t let this food go to waste. Here, why don’t you try some?” Bryson rolled up a pizza slice, and swallowed it whole. Once it got to Bryson’s stomach, it unrolled, making it more cramped and less air was inside of Bryson’s stomach for the delivery guy to breathe.

Bryson downed more pizza slices, and followed it with some sugary soda, which his stomach received with enthusiasm. Grrrrrrrrrrooooaaaaan. “Hey man! Not cool! I can barely *cough* breathe.” He kept punching at the sides of Bryson’s stomach, and it only made it more upset and aggressive.

Bryson moaned. “Just give up, and make yourself comfortable. You can’t escape your demise.” He patted his belly in an attempt to make the delivery guy calm down. “Your life will serve as a matter of sustenance. I mean you did wish earlier that my hunger would be satisfied didn’t you?” 

“What? I didn’t mean me! I meant the pizza, and I…*cough* *cough*” Bryson’s stomach rumbled, as it contracted and splashed acid all over the delivery guy and the pizza. The delivery felt the acid burn through his clothes and eventually his skin. His shirt fell off of him, and so did his pants. He felt himself becoming deformed, and he tried to stop it. He aggressively used all of his might to pound on the outside of Bryson’s stomach, to no avail. He grew weaker and weaker, and eventually, he gave up and subsided to his fate of becoming his customer’s dinner. Well, at least I made a customer happy. At least I did my job right. Sort of. 

Bryson’s warm, smooth stomach walls started squeezing around the delivery guy, mushing him into whatever form it desired, almost like the stomach was playing with clay. Soon, the delivery guy became just soup and miscellaneous piles of flesh and bones. Bryson felt his stomach grow peaceful and quiet. The delivery guy stopped thrashing around his stomach, and his stomach stood still. “What? Gone already? Man, prey always digests so quickly.”

Bryson felt pressure rise from his stomach, and braced himself, and let out a huge belch. BURRRRRRRRPPPP. With a splat, what seemed to be what was left of the delivery guy’s uniform: his pants, his shirt, and his socks, got thrown to the floor. Bryson assumed that the guy’s underwear must still be inside his stomach, but that was fine with him, as he could just collect his underwear when it passed through his body as a keepsake of his victim.

He slapped his stomach, and started playing with it. “You are now a part of me, as useless body fat and energy that I can easily just exercise and burn right through. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay there, because my metabolism goes through things fast, and next thing you know, you will end up as undigested remains in my toilet. Thanks for feeding my hunger.” Grrrooaannn. His stomach erupted with groans and gurgles from within and kept eating away at the pizza and the remains of the delivery guy. As for Bryson, he went back to watching TV, while the delivery guy was stewing in his powerful stomach, along with the pizza he delivered.

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"He's not squirming as much, but I still can't buckle my belt. Make yourself useful, and help me out..."

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"The vore Road" part 1: Biker Nick & Prey David

"Vore Road" is a series of vore experiences between Pred and Prey in a trip together format.

Is a term used by vore fans who both or mostly the Pred, decides to look up or hunt for a Prey to make it rides his gut along with him driving his vehicle, both together, the "Driver" who is the Pred goes from point A to point B or any place he wants in his vehicle, on land, on sea, or air, any possible way of transport. The "Rider" the Prey, has to ride the digestive system of his Pred on this trip, make company, boost the moral, fuel energy and nourishment for his Driver or to calm the Pred urge of prey meat and struggle while it sloshes and gurgles in his stomach.

This time, please meet Biker Nick and his Rider David who have meet at a gas station, unaware of what was happening, Nick used "Minimizer Dust ©", on David.

You see, Drivers usually use gloves to avoid themself to shrink from this powder, the effects last 1 minute, after that it's useless, what they do is to simply apply 1g (to much might turn things into microspopic vore) of this dust on the glove, and a single pat on the back or hand shake and the prey is done! Ready to become a tasty trip snack for his Pred.

Altought there is a "Giantizer Dust ©" to return the affected prey to his normal size, but no one does that really, but "Giantizer Dust ©" has been used by some Preds in the past in what we know as ancient Mythology, even in present days ending in outrageous world wreckers and eaters, and so it's a bit hard but not impossible to find this powder.

Where will the roads take all the Pred/Drivers and Prey/Riders in the world? Only time and hunger will tell.

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Tom's forceful dismissal from work (OV, shrinking, digestion)

Meet Tom, a man around his 35''s, he is an average man, not very fond of sports, with dreams and ideals in his mind to meet a perfect someone one of these days, a big fan of fishing and traveling across the country.

Although this guy here was tired and overwhelm of his office job because of the way his boss treated him like shit.

Uncluckly for him, that perception went a bit further and became real, because today Tom meet in first hand his boss stomach, where he became his early morning breakfast, and tomorrow by the same hour, will become his boss morning dump.

Tom was at least relieve this will be all over, no more job, no more responsabilities, yet he will still need to become his boss first meal of the day, along with a starbucks americano waitting on his boss office desk, next to Tom's dismissal note.

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"Casual M/M Vore Club" Part 2 : meet Anthony and Robert

(OV, Shrink, Digestion, Vore)

Two more members from the "Casual M/M vore club" these two became a great match and decided to go out on a Vorny date to fulfill their hot fantasy.

Following the first post in which I mention the "Book of hunger" containing the basic rules from this vore club, the following state:

No. 3 " A Pred must remove all the clothes, accesories and undigestible objects from his prey before swallowing them, (but experimented preds ignore this rule a lot)

No. 4 " A Prey may only wear underwear, socks, or shirts made of cotton or natural fibers when swallowed his Pred"

It really depends on what they both Pred & Prey desire, but hese 100% natural fibers actually benefit the Pred to help his prey transit inside his digestive system, some hours later.

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Medieval Torture: The Truth Through Digestion (OV, Shrink, digestion, vore fantasy, fatal)

Few historical records remain of a very peculiar method of torture like the following: between the 5th and 10th centuries, when catching a thief or someone who committed an illegal act, or simply wanting to wipe them off the face of the earth, they would go after them and lock them and their executioner in a room from which only one would emerge alive.

This executioner would spend an entire day fasting to prepare his body, resting from his usual forest hicking, and hunting, preparing especially his stomach, because he knew he would devour the captured prisoner in a single gulp.

He would shrink them with one of several arcane methods to reduce a man's size, from potions to enchantments, including the use of ancient entities that could change human size in exchange for gold.

The purpose of this torture method was to extract a final confession from the prisoner while he was trapped in the executioner's stomach. The longer the prisoner spent in the stomach, the worse it was for him, as the executioner's digestive juices would slowly break him down, althought the executioner would stop moaning and enjoying his live prey due to his hunger, if the prisioner dind't collab during this torture, the executioner would start to tease him, about completely melting his flesh, leaving only his undigested bones piled in his stomach.

When the prisoner was finally suffering and desperately trying to escape from the executioner's stomach, a scribe would arrive to write a scroll certifying the prisoner's confession... although even after confessing, the prisoners were never released; they continued to be digested alive as part of the executioner's work.

Then the executioner would begin a purifying diet to regain his strenght and healt to continue with his life.

They were finally freed by their executioner after a day or so, to some comfortable and private place in the woods, where their remains would fertilize the soil.

Ancient drawings depicting this method of torture are rarely seen nowdays, the pictures you see on the start of this vore inspired post.

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Eating the Boyfriend

I love you all. This was a fun request I did! Let me know what I should do next!

Three knocks graced the wooden door like a timid gorilla. James wasn’t quite sure if this plan would work, but his brain was flooded with reassuring dopamine because he had just come from the gym. His compression shirt clung tightly to his upper body as he shifted his weight and waited for Henry to open the door. Anxiously, James leaned in with his ear to the door, the wood crushing his ear in anticipation. Small shufflings and groans could be heard, then footsteps getting closer prompted the gym rat to step back and do his best to act natural. Slowly, the door creaked open and Henry’s blonde, messy bedhead made its appearance. 

Tucking the folds of his bathrobe against his sides, the taller man squinted through sleep and glanced at the door across the hall. In a sultry morning voice, Henry started, “James? What are you doing here? Didn’t you and McKenna break up a while ago?”

James scrunched his face and drooped his puffed-out chest, saying “Yeah. Uh, didn’t he tell you that I’d be stopping by to pick up some stuff? He’s out right now… He said you have a key?” He hoped he was a good enough liar to convince Henry, McKenna’s new closest friend. James tried to put on his best “mutual-breakup-not-at-all-broken-ex-boyfriend” face and tilted his head like a puppy in an attempt to convince Henry.

Fortunately, be it sleep-ridden haze or genuine belief, Henry reached over to a key holder and plucked McKenna’s apartment key that unlocked the imposing door right across the hall. That was one conflict solved. James dapped Henry up and told him that he was a good friend for McKenna. Still confused and sleep-deprived, Henry nodded and went back to sleep.

James twirled the bronze key by its ring around his index finger, plotting how to proceed. His pump was still in full effect, bulging his biceps outward significantly. McKenna used to love it when James flexed his bicep under McKenna’s chin, locking him in a jail of muscles and affection. The desperate bodybuilder felt his face flush as he recalled how wonderful being with McKenna was. Putting on a brave face, James approached his ex-boyfriend’s door and took a deep breath. Pushing in the key, he turned the lock.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. He had almost forgotten what McKenna’s apartment smelled like. The faint scent of cedar and pine lingered in the air. James quietly stepped in, discarding his gym bag on the couch where he and McKenna used to have their weekly movie night. A child-like giddy swelled in his heart as he remembered that the couple would be able to do that again… as soon as James dealt with the elephant in the room.

Checking his phone, the gym bro read 8:00 AM. McKenna loved to sleep in, so James had plenty of time to execute his plan. His stomach growled—he had neglected his pre-gym protein shake and post-gym meal for the sake of his attempt to win McKenna back. His abs were flat and defined, but he was ready and excited for that to change.

Keeping his footsteps light, James crept into the bedroom. McKenna was peacefully curled up and sleeping. His face was at ease and his brown fluffy hair framed him like a crown would a king. The ex-boyfriend had to hold himself back from walking over and kissing him. That would be for later—James always used to wake McKenna up with breakfast and kisses. For now, the most important thing was the man sleeping next to McKenna—Dominick. Dominick had gotten together with McKenna about a month after James and he had broken up, and nothing incited a fiery rage in James like this broad-shouldered, blonde, tall, tan guy that McKenna had been fooled by. The home-intruding hunk salivated at Dom’s sleeping form. He was much taller than James—6’2 to his 5’10, but that only made what he was about to do all the more sweet.

As he stepped closer, McKenna shifted in his sleep, making James falter. Looking over at his love, he pondered for a moment if what he was doing was right. The whole reason that McKenna broke up with James in the first place was because James had eaten McKenna’s entire friend group when they helped move them into their new apartment. He had stepped through the door with groceries in his hands only to find James splayed out on the couch with an engorged belly making visible bulges as his friends struggled inside. It wasn’t out of malice, though; James was just really hungry. McKenna had gotten so mad, and James struggled to take him seriously because of how pleasurable having three guys thrashing around in his belly was. As he belched in McKenna’s face, the young man broke up with James, which hardly felt real or appropriate, given James’ needs as a predator. From then on, James fantasized about this exact moment, crawling into bed with McKenna to apologize and make love to him. Unfortunately, Dom was in the way, so he needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Bending down at the foot of the bed, James tested the waters by sniffing Dominick’s feet. His stomach growled in a reactionary need. Smelling like sweet revenge and tenderized meat, James dared to lick up the length of his sole, sending shivers down his spine and up Dominick’s. This would feel incredible, and McKenna would surely take him back if there was no more Dominick to turn to. So, James wetted his lips and opened his mouth around Dom’s big toe, sucking on it like a lollipop. His soft skin’s unique flavor bloomed on the body-builder’s tongue, spreading to his brain and filling the young predator with an excessive amount of dopamine. Wanting to chase after this feeling, James opened up his mouth, slowly bowing his head down to envelop more of Dominick’s foot past his lips. The roof and floor of his mouth encased the tall prey’s foot like a silicone mold, adhering to his every vein and contour. A feeling of pride overwhelmed the hungry ex-boyfriend as he imagined what it would be like to force the rest of this stud behind his abs. With excitement, James inserted, ever so carefully, Dominick’s other foot into his mouth, sucking on both of them and coaxing out the flavor. His prey shifted ever so slightly, but James made sure he couldn’t remove his feet from his drooling gullet.

With his bright blue eyes staring intensely at the sleeping home-wrecker, James swallowed, feeling Dom’s feet push his throat outward with their girth. The motion pulled the prey down the bed, and James’ lips were wrapped around Dominick’s calves like a blanket. The predator worked slowly and methodically, as he knew that if either one of these guys woke up, that would put an end to James ever getting back with McKenna. This needed to go exactly how James wanted it. Brushing a curly lock from his eyes, James allowed more of Dom to enter his throat, feeling his esophagus slick his skin with saliva, lubricating his descent to the palace of James’ belly. The hunk rubbed his still-flat stomach and gulped down once more, feeling his hand stretch out in unison with his belly. His 6-pack was bloated now as if he had just consumed a bulk meal. However, James knew it could get bigger. Loud gurgles sounded out in the bedroom as Dominick slowly entered the broiling stomach chamber. James began to slowly and deliberately dry hump the edge of the bed as he continued swallowing up McKenna’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. The eroticism of swallowing another man whole was far too overwhelming to ignore. Dominick’s thick, savory thighs were coaxed down by an eager throat, the velvety walls begging to taste more and grow larger with a living meal. Dominick’s quads were incredible—he and McKenna clearly haven’t been skipping the gym once since the breakup.

As James pulled Dom further down the bed and closer to his desperate gut, which had now rounded out to the size of a mix between a volleyball and a basketball, he stopped for a moment when he arrived at Dom’s cock. He didn’t exactly know how to proceed, as Dominick’s thick penis was twitching to life, growing larger and more virile with each passing second. Instinctually, James swallowed that up too, angrily connecting that the two must’ve had sex last night if Dom was naked. The semi-hard cock in his mouth only grew harder once it was introduced to James’ mouth, even if it wasn’t for the right reasons. Just as James was about to swallow Dom’s bubbly ass and huge dick, he stirred.

“Mmm, Good morning, baby. Is that you?” The tan prey fluttered his eyes open and reached towards his dick, stroking James’ curly hair delicately.

Shit, James thought, quickly coming up with a plan to put Dominick back to sleep. He idly licked his meal inside his mouth, forgetting that that was the exact thing that made Dominick stir in the first place. Dom opened up his eyes and looked down, with a warm smile, expecting to see McKenna servicing his enormous, throbbing cock with eager love. Instead, he was met with McKenna’s ex with his entire lower body curled up in his stomach, which looked obscenely unnatural and overwhelmingly hot. One would be stupid not to recognize how attractive James was, and even Dominick knew this. However, that didn’t grapple with the fact that James, no matter how hot he may be, was swallowing him whole and alive.

Just as Dominick’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, James clamped his hand over his mouth and hoisted the two of them up in the air, practically capturing Dominick and holding him as a hostage. As James stood up to get better control over his prey, large sloshing sounds emanated from his belly which currently housed half of his ex’s new boyfriend. With haste, James (and Dominick’s upper half) rushed himself out of the room and into the living room. In the worst-case scenario, Dominick could wake up, but if McKenna had woken up, there would be no chance he could get back together with the jock, putting an end to James’ happily ever after.

The bodybuilder pushed himself belly-down on the couch, making Dominick look at him face up. Instantly, the prey began to fight back, swatting at James and trying to jam his fingers in the pred’s eyes. James was stuck, as he needed to keep one hand on Dom’s mouth so he wouldn’t cry for help, and, while this wasn’t nearly as noble, James couldn’t help but start pleasuring himself as he ate McKenna’s new boyfriend. The whole scene was so erotic to him, and as his gut slowly grew and bulged outwards, he reminded himself why he was the perfect boyfriend for McKenna. As his bicep flexed over and over with his piston-like movement along his much larger cock (James was much more well endowed than Dominick—another reason he was a better boyfriend for McKenna), pure peristalsis kicked in, making James devour Dominick in immense greed. The blonde prey watched his torso slowly sink past James’ lips, feeling his tight throat walls massage him and prepare the man for digestion. James stared at him with his intense, icy-blue eyes. Adrenaline was running like a river through both men, so fear was nonexistent—the only thing guiding the two was pure need: need for survival, and need for food.

As James' slimy tongue paraded over the ridges of Dom’s abs, the prey felt his lower half start contorting in a very odd way. James’ stomach was pushed against the couch cushion, and there was no longer any room to grow outward. He was sure the feeling must be uncomfortable for James too, yet his eyes had a look of pure anger, with a furrowed brow and unblinking, dilated pupils; however, what looked like anger to Dom was actually just laser focus for James—he knew he needed to get Dominick down quickly for this plan to proceed accordingly.

As James gobbled up Dom’s shoulders, he removed his hand from his prey’s mouth, opting to instead place it at the crown of Dom’s blond hair, pushing him down into his belly like the prey he was. James’ stomach gurgled intensely as it began coating Dominick in an obscene amount of digestive enzymes and juices. With very little fanfare, James swallowed several more times, choking down the rest of the big stud with determination. The heavy swallows echoed throughout the sunlit living room as McKenna’s boyfriend disappeared. James' belly grew out on all sides, rounding out into a massive sphere. His abs were still visible, though they were stretched across the roundness of his stomach, which was still impressive, given the fuss Dominick was making. The body-builder tilted his head up and languidly reveled in the feeling of McKenna’s now ex-boyfriend making his journey through James’ digestive tract. His diaphragm widened as his prey was suctioned down into the stomach chamber, giving the pred a sense of relief and accomplishment as his body began to prepare itself for digestion.

James glanced sideways at a mirror mounted on the wall. He tousled his hair and gingerly massaged his belly. Giving a little flex to the mirror, the eager-to-please boyfriend reassured himself that he looked great, and McKenna would be happy to have him back. He suppressed a belch whilst doing so, and his gut made an angry churning noise out loud. Rubbing his behemoth belly, James spoke to it, saying, “I know, I know. We just can’t wake up Kenny yet. In a bit, oka—MMPPH—okay?” A smack to the gut was necessary to contain all of the gas Dominick’s squirming stirred up.

Inside James’ beautiful ball belly, Dominick had very little light, but what he could see was a grotesque amount of liquid slicking the walls of James’ belly, making it impossible to get any grip or hold inside the hot chamber. The lining was kneading at Dom’s half-naked body, giving him something not too dissimilar to a deep-tissue massage. The squishy noises that were produced anytime anything moved made the prey want to vomit, and the fact that he was alone in this belly was even more nauseating. James had planned this out, and he had been leaving room in this gut expressly to wrap his lips around Dominick and digest him. Dom felt James rub over him obsessively, and every time he managed to shift and squirm over to one of James’ stomach openings, either to his throat or intestines, his belly jostled, nullifying all of his progress. This was sickening, and James seemed to take immense pleasure in feeling Dom struggle in his big, hungry belly. The glutton was going to take his life and his boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

To that end, James struts his bulging belly over to the bedroom and quietly takes Dom’s place next to McKenna, lying face up with a squirming belly making plenty of loud noises. In a daze, McKenna reactively turns over and drapes an arm around what he thought to be Dominick, muttering something about how warm he was. In actuality, James’ body was heating up to prepare to digest Dominick into a soup of bones and protein, but, if McKenna was comforted by it, then the pred wouldn’t complain. James caressed McKenna’s hand on his right pec, bouncing it anxiously because he didn’t want to disturb the sleeping angel in bed with him. After several tense minutes of making sure Kenny didn’t wake up, James relaxed, letting out a small belch into his fist—BBBUUUURRRRPPPP.

After an hour of easing tension and fully relaxing into one another, James was wrestled from his dozing by some forceful shaking. McKenna spat, “Wake up! Wake up, James,” with palpable venom laced on his tongue.

Shifting lazily, his gut made a loud bubbling noise as the pred stretched his arms out and rested a hand on McKenna’s nape. The boyfriend was looking down at James with a shifting, fearful look in his eyes. James smacked his lips several times and lazily gave a crooked smile at McKenna, remembering how lovely it was to wake up to the man who looked like a painting. James groaned in a deep, bassy morning voice in his posh British accent, “Good morning, my love. It’s nice to see you again.” James tried sitting up for a kiss, but McKenna moved away.

Shifting his emerald eyes to James’ bloated stomach, the smaller boyfriend asked, with a hint of fear wavering in his voice, “Is he…?” McKenna lightly placed his palm on James’ gurgling gut, feeling subtle movements within.

Before James could break the news gently to McKenna, his brain instantly produced the words that truly reflected how he felt: “Oh, yeah. He’s in here, alright. He belongs to my belly, and he feels incredible in there. I can feel him squirming around as he’s slowly getting digested, baby. Here, feel it. Feel how he’s breaking down to be my protein? My food?” James placed McKenna’s face right on the hot skin of his stomach. Then, with a jolt, he realized how he had just shot himself in the foot. He had meant to break the news lightly over kisses and breakfast, and now, here he was, bragging to McKenna how he had just swallowed his new boyfriend whole and enjoyed it. Sheepishly, James added, “Oh, uh,” he noted that McKenna was pushing his face harder into his stomach and rubbing his belly with both hands, “I’m sorry? And—” it was difficult to focus when McKenna was showing his belly attention. “And, ah, I was hoping we could give this—us—another chance? McKenna?” James involuntarily started bucking his hips as his boyfriend began to make out with his stomach, leaving glistening patches of saliva over the round sphere that contained Dominick. Once James jostled the smaller man’s shoulder, McKenna leaned back and looked up to the heavens.

“Thank God he’s gone. Oh, thank you, James. Thank you.”

The predator shifted awkwardly in the queen-sized bed, looking out the window of the Manchester flat, he saw the rest of the world beginning to wake up. James was many things, but being confused was rarely one of them. This had been so far from his expectations that he just sat there and looked from his belly to McKenna.

James’ boyfriend’s posh British accent cheered, “He was a nightmare. He never let me go out on my own, eat what I wanted, and hang out with people other than Henry. Seriously James, thank you. He was a controlling dickhead, and even when I asked him to, he would never leave.”

In a frown, the gears turned in James’ head, realizing that he had just done McKenna an incredible favor instead of a disservice. It seemed getting back together with him wouldn’t be that difficult after all. “So, uh—OOOUUUURRRRPPPPP—am I forgiven?”

McKenna just nodded and leaned in to kiss James, getting a full taste of his tongue. The two passionately made out as they did their best to rub James’ belly as much as they could. Eventually, their intimacy evolved to McKenna rubbing the underside of James’ belly and slowly licking up the shaft of James’ massive penis. The two tried narrating what they were doing just so Dominick would get irate inside the belly and struggle even more. It seemed to be working, but they could hardly tell under James’ immense amount of muscle that muffled the grown man trapped behind it all.

McKenna, having only been used to Dominick’s sizable yet much smaller cock, struggled to fit any of James into his mouth. James, however, still was so engrossed in pleasure that he didn’t even notice. After a hard jaw pop, McKenna managed to stuff James’ tip into his mouth, already feeling his throat tingle. James had purposefully remained abstinent so as to remain loyal to his boyfriend, and that acted as a double-edged sword. As soon as McKenna licked his tip after forcing it into his mouth, James came instantaneously, blasting a torrent of cum everywhere. His balls tightened and he unleashed an inhuman amount of sperm. The volume of baby-batter was too much to fit down McKenna’s throat, so he was shot away as the fire-hose stream of cum painted his face and the walls. After the initial shock of the hot white liquid hitting his face, McKenna repositioned himself and gulped down the gallons and gallons of cum James had stored up. The noise was methodical and rhythmic as James thrust his hips upward and felt McKenna’s small hands get dwarfed by his immense girth and length. Several minutes went by as James emptied into his boyfriend, showering his lover with “You’re doing great” and “You’re so beautiful like that.” Eventually, after McKenna managed to swallow about 90% of his load, he crawled back up to the head of the bed with James, wiping cum off of his face.

James licked him clean, calling him a good boy whilst doing so. McKenna blushed and burped lightly in his lover’s face from the Olympic-pool sized load he had just drank. Hearing that flipped a switch in the predator, turning into something similar to a proud dad. James smiled deeply, showing off his brilliant white teeth. Rubbing McKenna’s belly, the predator kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Now there’s a good boy. You know I’ve been waiting for you to do that for almost two months.”

“I can fuckin’ tell,” McKenna burped again, “I’ve never felt this full. I’m like a balloon the way you filled me up with cum,” McKenna joked, which only hardened James cock again. He still had plenty more loads left for McKenna, but right now, it seemed like this was all he could take.

To show his appreciation, James burped in McKenna’s face in kind, letting the spittle coat his lover’s face like a wedding veil.

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Then, the two went on as normal. James swallowed lots of air so the digestion process was slow and brutal for Dominick because he would stay conscious for the duration of it. McKenna rubbed his belly and updated James on everything new happening in his life. The two fell back almost instantly to their old life, habits, and relationship. However, this time, they were much stronger than before, and James wouldn’t let anything come between him and McKenna from here on out.

P.S. This is James Beardwell, McKenna Crisp, and Dominick O'Callaghan on all social media platforms. You should definitely check out McKenna and Dominick's content--they're super cute together, and this story is purely the reflection of me being perverted. I just think James is a super great predator, and I hope you do too! Let me know if I should write more about him. :)

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Stuffed to the brim!! Watch this belly get the treatment it deserves 😈🍽️🫃🏽

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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.