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“He made you a birthday cake, but I haven’t seen him since”

an oldie but a goldie with some fatherly love! Seung (dad man) ate his little boy Jae (food) 

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Brendan heard his belly slosh as he walked into his bedroom— plopping down on his bed after a hard day’s work of grinding up another man. He took his shirt off, playing with his gut as it bubbled with whatever was left from his lunch. He sent his night streaks to all of his friends on Snapchat— showing off his pudgy pot belly sagging from his midsection. He shared the photo, and got undressed for his nightly bath…

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Brendan unplugged the drain, and let the water flow down as he stepped out of the bath and dried himself. His cock throbbing as he thought about earlier. How filling that guy was, and how big he made his gut; walking around with a full, struggling belly. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked up to the mirror, gut in hand. He felt a gurgle from his lower belly— oddly satisfying~ he took another snap and sent it to his “special followers:” ‘Gn snap ♥️♨️’ he typed in a caption, positioning it in the right side, along with a skull emoji next to his midsection. He pressed send and closed the app, yawning as he slapped his bloated belly. He took the towel off and got into bed, knowing tomorrow will be another fun, and fulFILLING day…

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Would you do story for celebs or fandom preds

Sure! I’m ~very~ liberal in the types of requests I accept, so I’d be happy to do one about a celeb or fandom you’re into!

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Hey, just wondering—do you usually reply to DMs? I’d really like to chat with you

Typically, I do. I had to take a hiatus for a short while to finish school— I’m back though! 😊

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(hey yall, this story is gruesome and features homophobic language, so do avoid if that’s not your cup of tea. if it is, then enjoy~ )

Jake threw his head back as he let out his loudest belch yet, the high schooler growing hard as he entered his 3rd long day of digesting Peyton, his best friend on the baseball team who turned out to be a total fag. The first couple days were pure heaven, and pure hell for Peyton, as Jake hid out in his room and skipped school, opting to fuck his plastic pussy as the teen wailed in his gut.

After wedging the sex toy in the futon cushions (that his parent bought for Peyton to spend the night), he’d rub a thick glob of lube on his big, throbbing member. 7 thick inches of pure man, radiating a potent musk as it throbbed with heat, blood, and desire. He knew he was big for his age, since all the girls told him so, and he would occasionally rub his BWC against Peyton’s imprints, taunting the crying boy as he did so. “You like the feeling of my cock rubbing against you fag? This what you dreamed of every time you slept over?”

His dick was steaming hot as it pulsed with pleasure, a small burp working its way up before he gulped down some more air, rubbing the bulge of Peyton’s head as he knelt down against the floor, using his abnormally large hands to line his cock up with the abused pocket pussy. He stuck just his tip into the tight hole—his sudden, breathless moaning interspersed with meaty belches.

He just ignored the pleading coming from his gut as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of the plastic hole, stretching it out with his thick, veiny shaft. With every thrust his gut wetly sloshed as his dark bush became matted with lube and precum.

“NNGH! AHHM! FFUHHH—”

The teen couldn’t help but loudly moan and grunt as his body was overwhelmed with pleasure, his dick throbbing with sensation as the feeling of Peyton squirm sent shocks through his body. Every now and then Jake would hear a muffled crunch, or Peyton would let out a prolonged wail, sending the teen over the edge as he pumped his fleshlight full of sticky teen cum…

Afterwards, he would slowly kneel down, his sagging gut crushed against the floor as he tongue fucked his sex toy, lapping at the warm cum the dribbled out, the goopy substance raining down on poor Peyton’s sizzling skin. This process repeated nearly 16 times a day as the horny teen was pumped full of testosterone, courtesy of the dying boy in his gut.

It was only after his 5th round on day three that Peyton went still forever. After one particularly big load, there was a sickening crunch that ended the boy’s struggles, his spine finally collapsing as Jake shoved his cock into the warm plastic, pressing his bulge against the somewhat hard cushions of his Wayfair futon.

After another drawn out belch, Jake’s fat cock immediately stiffened and he went back to fucking the plastic, using his previous load as lubricant as he started going to town on the $20 piece of silicon sex. His gut loudly sloshed and groaned with each pump as Peyton’s rapidly liquifiying corpse was tossed around in the stomach enzymes, marinating in the deadly concoction of gastric juice and boy goop. It would take 5 more loads for Jake to wear himself out, leaving his toy stuffed in between his cushions as he crawled in bed and fell asleep to the brutal whines and gurgles emanating from his killer teen gut.

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~Two months later~

Zach admired his form in the mirror, shrinking into himself so he can fit in the picture. He started sending revealing and frisky streaks to those he had added on Snapchat. It had been two months since he gulped and digested Ash; but he thought of it in a more romantic way than making his best friend into dinner— he thought of himself as a vessel for both him and Ashton (at least what he had turned into). He squished his belly, now turned into a muscle gut with somewhat toned abs. Zach had grown into a more muscular form, using his friend as a massive protein buff. He patted his gut:

“Look how big you made me, bro! For a twink, you turned into more muscle than anything~ I love you…”

Zach kissed his rock hard pec; he loved talking to himself, like as if Ashton was right there with him. As careless as he seemed when he was digesting him, he really loved Ash, and it hurt to hear him in pain like that. Zachary unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his jeans; crawling into bed— moaning from how stuffed he was with dinner. His belly groaned, reminding him of just how hot it was having another guy squirming inside of him.

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(this one is graphic/slightly messed up story about a middle aged man meeting the dad and son from across the street. a tale as old as time!)

It had been two days since Carl swallowed his neighbors kid… Greg might’ve been his name. The teen just looked too good working on his car outside, all shirtless and tan, and Carl just couldn’t help himself. He had enjoyed playing with the kid over the past couple days, jerking himself off to his whimpers and weak squirms, telling him about how long he had been waiting to do this. He even belched up the kids musky taste a couple times, making him bust almost immediately. And there he was, laying in his post-nut haze, his gut sprawled across his lap as it churned the twitching boy inside.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

A sudden knocking awoke the man, and the young boy in his gut. A glimpse of hope struck the boy as he began thrashing again, his muffled cries for help making Carl hard again. There was another series of louder knocks before Carl heard the words…

“Carl ..” It was his neighbor, Don Lannister—the father of the boy currently dying in Carl’s potgut.

Carl panicked as the boy began writhing in his gut, his squirms hitting a fever pitch as Carl felt his hoarse screams echo within his gut. There was a loud gurgle as the teen’s thrashing began a chain reaction, the stomach suddenly kicking into high gear. Sizzling acids sprayed the boy as a loud gurgling began to travel down Carl’s intestines. There was another politely passively aggressive series of knock just as the rumbling gurgle reached its destination.

His puckered hole suddenly belched a disgustingly wretched blast of air: some mix of rotten meat and the unforgettable stench of digesting boy. Carl came immediately. The teen thrashed even harder before the abdominal muscles suddenly clenched down on him, holding him in place before…

°*KKRUNCHH*°

His left arm shattered as the boy wailed even louder. Carl heard the young boy’s hollering kick back up and was instantly erect for the tenth time today.

“God what is that smell,” Don complained as he pounded on the door once more. Carl quickly sprung into action, quietly pulling himself off the couch with 165lbs of teen in his gut. He waddled to the nearest hiding spot, which happened to be his laundry room. He knew the boy was still mostly in tact in his gut, and could very easily be released from his gastric prison—but Carl quickly came up with a morbid solution. He shoved his gut against the washing machine, heading the teen call out for his father to save him.

“You’re daddy ain’t gonna stop you from getting crunched, boy,” Carl said in a low voice as he pressed his weight into the laundry machine. The boy began to shake and scream as he felt the ungive surface begin to squeeze the air out of him. A loud groan rumbled beneath the surface of his gut as the boy let out a final shrill holler.

*CRACKKCKK* *CCRUNCCH* *SQWUISHH*

The boy’s body was horrifyingly compacted in Carl’s gut as the acidic gurgling worked its way up his throat. A titanic belch forced its way out of his mouth as the last of the boy’s stale air worked its way up. While all this was happening, Carl felt himself paint the underside of his gut and the door to the washing machine with another load, filling the air with his potent musk—an odd mix of onion, meaty BO, and your grandfather’s old leather armchair…

Carl shamelessly panted as he leaned with all his weight on the washing machine, dying as he tried to catch his breath after such a feat. He wiped the sweat off his brow before he glanced over at the doorway, Don Lannister staring in awe for God knows how long. Carl’s eyes trailed down the startled man’s body, stopping right at the crotch…

His khakis bulging with a taboo excitement~

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Tim couldn’t help but memorialize this moment forever, adding it to his my eyes only on snapchat. The twink he had swallowed an entire week ago was still squirming in his massive gut, albeit twitching and barely clinging onto dear life, but squirming nonetheless.

Within his gut was a completely different story, the boy’s entire lower torso had been mostly dissolved into disgusting soup of gore and acid. The man’s stomach chamber was effectively a giant bubbling vat of half digested sludge, which the twink’s remains floated around in like some disgusting play on bobbing for apples. What Tim thought were squirms was actually nothing but rigor mortis, the poor twink having been dead for the past day from a mix of shock and asphyxiation. Although his last moments were truly terrifying: his vocal cords having given out days before from the constant screaming and acidic vapors. His entire nervous system was on fire as Tim’s enzymes slowly ate away at his flesh, gnawing at his muscles and exposed nerve endings. His hair was long gone, leaving him exposed and degraded, and now he lost all sensation in his lower extremities. To only add salt to the wound, or in his case many wounds, the poor thing could hear Tim go about his day, jerking off every morning while he took a shower, eating his breakfast as if he weren’t processing an entire human being, driving to and from work and stopping at McDonalds nearly every day, and the worst was probably when he talked to his coworkers, acting as if he weren’t currently murdering a whole human with hopes and dreams. He died knowing no one would ever know where he went, and now here we are, with Tim snapping a pic of his hardworking gut to jerk off to later while he huffs the twink’s underwear, burping up his taste and feeling him siphon into his lower intestine with each deafening gurgle.

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Adam winced as his gut let out a very deep whine of indigestion, the baritone groan being punctuated with a bubbly gurgle. The shifting meat settled as Adam felt his brown eye suddenly begin to pucker, winking against his red briefs before gaping open. With the pink flesh exposed, a bout of flatulence passed through the ex-jock’s colon. A gust of the most rancid air imaginable boomed out of Adam’s hole, blowing past his sweaty ass hairs and leaving a slight stain in his briefs from it’s putrid stank. His guts loudly whined once more as Adam gagged at the scent of his insides. The random twink he had swallowed at the gym days again was still giving him foul indigestion, and his gut felt like it still contained the partially digested upper half of the poor thing. He still felt full, both seeing and hearing the clanging of the boy’s bones in his gut, and he kept belching up the meaty, irony taste of half digested boy (along with the smell). Now Adam could only wait as he felt the lower portion of the boy begin to siphon through his intestines, which proved to be a rather loud and uncomfortable process.

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Hello everyone! I’m back— sorry I didn’t get the story out a few days ago like I had planned; nor have I been answering anyone. My internet had gone offline, as well as my power from a storm here in Wisconsin, and it unfortunately happened when I was preparing to post the second part of my most recent story…

Now that I have my internet and power back, I’m able to write and share the second part of the story with you guys. Enjoy!

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Zach and Ashton had sat back on the couch; Ashton guzzling his beer (along with the bottle), while Zach sat there, poking and prodding at his squirming gut:

“How do you do it, bro? You have a whole kid writhing around in there, on top of a slew of beer!”

“This is nothing compared to the five dudes I swallowed at that frat party, I was packed! You should’ve heard them screaming and crying while I just laid there. Nothing beats the post-s*x meal after an orgy… especially when it’s all men~ ha ha!”

Ashton relaxed while his friend continued messing with his belly, the young man moaning and grunting while his lunch sloshed around within his confinements…

“Say, why don’t you ever eat people bro!? This is way better than going to the cafeteria and eating regular food.”

“I just never thought about it; plus, I’m bulking… I did want to—‘try’— something out with you, since you’re one of my best friends and all.”

Before Ash could ask what that “something” was, Zachary began to climb on top of him:

“Heh, I didn’t know you felt that way br—“

Ashton moaned, feeling Zach’s lips meet his. He could smell the musky cologne coming off his friend’s shirtless body; he kept thinking about how romantic it would be if they continued in Zach’s bedroom… until…

Ash’s face felt wet, and slimy— he opened his eyes to see nothing but darkness:

“W-where am I bro!? I can’t see anything!”

He whimpered, panicking as he could barely move, Zach’s body pinning him to the couch.

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Zach held Ash’s head, kissing him on the lips— his c*ck throbbing in his jeans as he listened to him moan. Quickly, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, and slipped Ashton’s head into his mouth; knocking his cap off his head before, of course. He couldn’t resist the savory, salty taste of his friend’s face— nor could he resist the long, luscious black hair that poured out from it. Hearing his friend whine inside his mouth, Zach looked down; seeing Ash’s broad shoulders, along with some of his beautiful black hair still draped on them. He gulped, sending Ash further inside of him. Zach moaned— the feeling of being so filled felt so *good.* He got past Ash’s chest, and to his still writhing gut; he could still hear the little kid screaming and kicking inside!

Zach lifted his head, the bottom half of his best friend still kicking and wriggling out of his mouth. He closed his eyes; eventually feeling everything slide down his throat. He stood up, his center of mass changing as he now had a massive squirming belly protruding out of his body:

“Ahhh~” - Zach moaned, rubbing his gut.

“You hit the spot, dude!”

Zach dug under his friend’s writhing form to unbutton and slide out of his jeans. He waddled back to his room in his light blue boxers, jumping on his bed and stretching to get comfy. Zach laid there, mesmerizing his massive new asset as it squirmed in between his legs:

“Ash was right! Why didn’t I try this out before? BUWARRRPPPPP ☠️♨️”

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Ash was trepid. Everything was dark around him, and it felt like his clothes were dissolving. He wriggled around, trying to get comfortable in the tight space he was packed into; his skin burned, and a low, but loud rumble emanated around him every so often:

“GAH! Nngghh— Dude, let me out! It hurts… I thought you loved me; as a boyfriend, not dinner.” - Ash whimpered, in hopes that his friend will hear him.

“I don’t wanna die… “ - Ash cried.

He looked down at his own gut, grabbing the paunch left over from that kid he ate earlier… he finally knew how his own prey had felt. Ash shifted positions as best as he could; he pressed his face and hands against the wall of his new, permanent accommodations.

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From the outside, Zach jerked himself off; as best as he could, at least, with a full belly covering his lower half. He felt an odd, but soothing sensation coming from his lower belly. He sat up, looking down at his active gut, an imprint of his friend’s horrified face along with his hands was bulging out. Zach laid back down in his bed, nothing else on but his favorite blue boxer briefs and socks— as well as a bulging stomach tightly wrapped around his friend. He let out a soft belch before drifting off to sleep.

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Zachary had gone through many transformations in his life— though one he never thought about was voring others. He always saw his friends at the frat house with squirming guts, full of writhing, pathetic freshman looking to join the fraternity; only to end up in the pit of one’s stomach. Now it had been three years since he entered the university. Frat bros came and went (literally), and the Freshman classes got smaller and smaller each year. His friend Ashton— a pred boy— always regaled Zach with his misadventures; mentioning how he ate some dude at the gym, or how he gulped down a freshie on his way to class. These stories intrigued Zach; and today, Ashton was on the menu for this newfound pred and his insatiable hunger…

Ashton knocked on the dorm room door, #398:

“What’s up bro!? Wanna hear about how I swallowed this kid at the park in one gulp?” Ashton pointed at the small, squirming mass bulging out from under his shirt. His pants unbuckled and his waistband warping around his belly for his own comfort. Zach laughed, poking at his friend’s belly; hearing what sounded like a cry emanating from inside:

“Heh, it kinda looks like you’re pregnant! How many months, Ash??”

“Not sure… ten!?”

The two guys laughed and went inside of Zach’s dorm room. Cracking open a couple of beers…

~PART II COMING SOON~

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Hank threw his briefs to the side; and laid back in his bed, rubbing his gut gently as it processed the delivery boy inside. Despite turning 40 last month, he could still guzzle a 6’2 man with the same speed and fashion he did in college. He grunted, feeling that pizza boy squirming even as his gut had tightened, preparing him for digestion:

“Keep squirmin’ boy! You got me so hard, I’m about to blow my second load right now~”

Hank always loved squirmy prey, especially when they would moan and whimper as they digested. He couldn’t resist pressing on his hard stomach, hearing the young teen inside scream and whine to be let out. Hank stroked himself under his bubbling gut: his favorite move was using one hand to pleasure himself, and the other to squish his belly. The boy inside gave up, choosing to stir and cry over his own freedom; while the other older man he was trapped inside of enjoyed himself…

Hank, after having his fun, felt more and more of the young man he ate earlier pump deeper and deeper into his guts. His belly now had an odd egg-like shape, not to mention the teen’s skull bulging right out of the center. Hank got up and put his briefs back on— barely fitting around his new, larger back side. He felt the bottom of his gut, hearing a low grumble and a pop: “BUARRRROOORPPPP ☠️💢”

He freshened himself up as he heard the doorbell ring, knowing it was time for his second course…

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another idea i had was that sometimes stan will spit out jeff just to fuck and rape him into submission. Stan has fantastic orgasms and jeff pleads he'll be stans slave just as long as he doesnt go back into that hell he was in. Stan gets him a dog collar and treats him like a slave. eventually (aka a few days later) stan is hungry and eats him. Then the cycle repeats until jeff's mind is fully broken down and hes forgotten who he was before. now hes a moaning belly pet who just wants to please stan in every way begging to be useful even as he dies brutally

To be quite honest with you; I don’t think I will be able to add that type of detail into the comic— especially if I’m making an audio as well. Speaking as a victim myself, I really don’t feel comfortable enough trying to create not just Stan 🍇ing Jeff, but Rapeplay content in general, even with fictional characters. As much as I want to make requests to the requester’s liking, there’s some details and topics I just have to avoid…

Besides that, I’m all for the brutal digestion and reformation/cycle stuff. Also, for whoever this is, try DMing me suggestions like this instead of publicly asking. I promise to keep you anon if you prefer that. ;)

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Jake and his boyfriend walked up to the mirror and smiled. Olson posed, trying to hide how much Jake’s massive gut was turning him on, while Jake grabbed his phone:

“Group photo! Say cheese!”

Jake thought he felt Max kick from inside of him… when in reality, it was really what was left of Max’s half digested form sloshing and churning around inside. Both Jake and Olson looked at each other with concern. Olson placed his hand on Jake’s lower belly, feeling the movement going on inside:

“You think he’s still alive in there?”

“He shouldn’t be, don’t you remember? My stomach was like, four times as big, and I felt something snap when we were at the smith machine.”

The two men continued watching Jake’s belly grind up what’s left of their former friend…

“How about we go home and I ‘help’ you digest Max some more!?”

“That sounds like a plan~ 🤭 BUORRPPP ♨️☠️”

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stan being a cruel pred to jeff is so hot. Mocking him and feeling his bones crunch as jeff begs to be let out and will do anything for him! even be his servant! but stan just lets his stomach go to town. Although i do love the idea of the cia having some machine to revive people effectively making jeffs new home an endless living hell. digest, revive, repeat

Fuck, that sounds so hot~ I’m thinking I’ll make a comic, and then post a POV soundtrack to go with it!

Love love love the idea!

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