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My friend Harry was a no show at this party that he’d invited me to, forcing me to drink and dance along with a bunch of people I didn’t know too well. At least I thought I didn’t know them, as there was one guy who slowly became more familiar looking after staring at his handsome face for long enough.

It was Dan, an old friend from school who had packed on the pounds to the point where I barely recognised him. He was never my type before, but now that he was a stocky stud I figured I should take my chances. When I built up the courage to speak with him, he turned out to be incredibly happy to see me again. To my surprise, he even started hitting on me first, subtly hinting that we should head up to a bedroom for a more private “catch-up”.

Dan made out with me while we stripped off our clothes, his tongue exploring my mouth so thoroughly it was like he was trying to taste every inch of it. He lay back on the bed while I straddled his firm, bloated belly that I assumed must have been full of beer, massaging it while his shaft slid inside me. After riding my old friend’s hard cock for an hour, he finally pumped his load into my ass, holding my thighs down roughly so he could go as deep as possible to fill me with his load.

I loved being held close to Dan’s big gut afterwards, enjoying the intense warmth and soothing gurgling sounds coming from inside him. After a while, he decided it would be fun to trick me by asking for a kiss. The moment I was close enough to feel his warm breath on my skin, he opened his mouth scarily wide and belched right in my face, gently splashing saliva against my cheeks. I winced as he made my face even wetter by licking it all the way from my chin to my forehead, laughing at my reaction while he licked his lips.

I’d heard rumours about people who could swallow other guys whole, and for a moment I was kind of worried that Dan might be sizing me up as a meal. But he was quick to alleviate my concerns once I brought it up with him. “Haha, you thought you’d get eaten did you? Nah, I’m totally stuffed after eating Harry earlier, so you’re safe for now.”

What a relief that was… wait, what did he say?

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Little did Joey know that Chris was secretly pointing to his next meal. Chris always did this with his future prey, a way of remembering the poor guys who ended up down his gullet. He must have hundreds by now, all ending up with the same fate as nothing but a few extra pounds on his waist.

Chris' metabolism was so fast that they'd usually disappear from his belly in a few days and he knew Joey would be no exception. Joey smiled for his last photo, not realising that in a few minutes he'd be screaming in fear and panic as Chris greedily shoved him down his throat, digesting his helpless buddy away into belly fat and sludge.

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Been in such a vorny mood lately...want to fatten up prey until they're bursting, and coax them to still plump up more. Get them bigger and bigger, because the best meals are full of fat. Plus, all that padding makes them slide down my throat soooo much easier.

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Its A Dog Eat Man World Part 1

“So… this is that weird dog you were talking about?”

The dog in question definitely weird, the most obvious thing was that it was massive, far bigger than any John had ever seen, hell, if it stood on its hind legs it would easily be way taller that him. Another weird thing was that the dog was that it was fat, really fat, a huge solid ball of fat hanged from the dog’s stomach, but despite that its legs and neck were dense with muscle. Honestly, It looked more like a monster than it did a pet, but someone braver than him managed to put a spiked leather collar around the things neck.

Mike slapped his hand on the side of the massive cage holding the thing. “Yup, poor Rex here's either cursed or just one unlucky mutt, every time he's been adopted his family seems to just disappear, and no one knows what to do with him.”

“Disappeared? What happens to them?”

“Don’t know. I guess they learn they don't like owning something this big and end up moving away.”

“That's commodious... You sure he didn't do something to them?"

“Nah, he's never caused a problem here. Honestly, it is probably just that are willing to take care of him aren't the best sort.”

He could get why, this thing was probably a huge status symbol for assholes all over, but it was still a dog, John doubted it was actually dangerous.

“And you take this thing off your hands for you?”

“If it wouldn’t be a problem, we don’t exactly know what to do with him here so…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, fine but if anything happens to me that’s on you.” He’s lived with plenty of strange animals over the years so it was probably best to give it to him.

“That’s great! I’m sure Rex is going to love you!”

The thing could barely fit into the car, its hulking body took up almost the whole backseat, and when John grabbed its leash to walk it to the front door he had the feeling that the thing was leading him instead. Even getting inside was difficult, the dog’s gut was so big it scraped the sides of the doorway.

Chris was standing by the entrance, waiting to see what this new monster his boyfriend was bringing home, but even after all the warnings about the dogs size his face was frozen in shock.

“What the hell is that thing?” He said in a horrified voice.

“Rex, our new lapdog.”

“Thats Rex? I didn’t even know dogs could get this big or this big!” He’s lived said, patting the dog on the side of its stomach.

“I didn’t know either.”

"Do we even have enough space for it?"

"It should be fine, it can just sleep in the guestroom for now."

Rex started wandering around its new home, its massive paws slammed on the floor with each step, and it could barely fit through the hallway. It doesn't seem very interested in anything though. eventually, it lumbered into the living room to lie down in front of there old couch.

"Doesn't look like he's very adventurous, is he," Chris said while trying to sit on the couch, but Rex's sheer size made that difficult, It didn't seem to mind Chris resting his feet on him though.

Rex didn't seem to be interested in doing much, at least until his stomach started growling.

“Hey, it looks like he’s hungry," John pointed out, Chris hadn't seemed to notice," I’m going to go…”

The dog was licking Chris’s feet.

“I’ll get him dinner before he tries to eat you,” John joked.

“Please, I'm not looking to be dog food.”

His dog bowl was basically a bucket filled with half a bag of food, carrying it down the hall was hell. When John looked up he saw the dog had both of Chris’s feet in his mouth, but Chris just seemed amused by it.

“Dude that’s gross, don’t let him do that.”

“He keeps getting more and more into his mouth, I want to see how far it can get.”

Almost as if a response the dog forced itself farther down Chris’s legs.

“I think my feet are in its throat!”

“Eww, pull your legs out dude.”

“Nah, he’s fine.”

But the dog continued creeping further up his legs, past the shin, knee, at this point it was almost at the waist.

“He’s gotten pretty far, you should stop him.”

“Alright, alright.” Chris tried pulling himself out but nothing happened, if anything he went a bit deeper into the dog’s mouth. “Heh, dude his throat’s pretty strong.”

“Do you need…”

“No I'm good I just have to-“

He slipped off the couch a bit as the dog swallowed hard, his waist sliding down the things throat.

“Okay, dude! You have to help!” Chris yelled, desperation filled his voice.

The dog swallowed again, he was already past his shoulders, and the rest of him was already slipping further and further.

“Dude! Grab my hand!” John said despite reaching toward his boyfriend. He managed to grab his hand as Chris’s face slid past the dog’s lips. With one last hard swallow, Chris’s hand was pulled from John’s and disappeared into the German shepherd’s throat.

John stood in disbelief at the dog, his boyfriend was just… swallowed alive? The thing barely waited a second before walking over and chowing down on the dog food as if it didn’t just eat someone.

The dog finished his second feast with a loud burp before lazily walking over a plopping onto the couch, clearly tired from eating. The thing's gut writhed and bounced around, its occupant clearly not interested in being there. The dog burped again, this time something went flying out of its mouth. John picked the object up, a wristwatch, but it wasn’t Chris’s.

“So that’s where his old owners went…” he said looking at the watch. It was a nice on too, really expensive. He wiped it off on his shirt and put it on his wrist before turning back to the dog and cautiously putting his hand on its belly.

“Are-are you alright in there Chris?”

A faint noise came from behind the dense layers of fat, “Dude! Get me out of here!"

“Just hold tight, I’ll figure something out…”

John ran his hand along the dog's side in disbelief when he heard something in his head.

More

John stepped back in shock, again he heard in his head, more.

The dog was still hungry, and it was… talking to him somehow?

The dog turned and nudged his head toward John’s new watch, you get me more I get you more.

John stopped in his tracks, “You’ll get me more… stuff?” He looked at the dog’s squirming gut, inside was his boyfriend, someone he knew for years, someone he loved, someone destined to hang off a dog’s waist as fat for all eternity.

“I… I’ll find you some more. I’ll find you a lot more.”

The dog’s tail twitched in a suppressed wag, then get me more… master.

“You’ll get more.”

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Gulping on the Green

Hello! I apologize for being MIA for so long. I'm happy to report that midterm season went well though! I'm quite happy with this story, so I hope you enjoy it, too! As always, feedback, requests, ideas---anything is welcome! My DMs and ask box is always open

Clink! The driver sent the golf ball flying out across the open air like a cresting wave. The brilliant blue sky opened up to a golden, radiating sun. Out on the green, the wind was gentle and verdant, and the feeling was genial. The four guys stood together uniformly with hands shielding their eyes from sunlight like statues of Greek gods. The Sunday heat was only worsened by the cloudless sky, but the brothers had been itching to golf for the past several weeks after a tumultuous season of midterms and storms. Finally, on a day as tranquil as this one, they made the trip out to the green and have been matching par on each hole.

“Nice!” Kristian pumped his fist after glimpsing where his ball had landed. He was a pledge for the frat this spring semester (an odd occurrence, but, considering what had happened in the fall, Sigma Alpha Epsilon needed new pledges desperately) and his joyful exuberance was always great to have around. He turned to Griffin, the only other pledge in this group of four and high-fived him with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

“Nice, nice,” Blake conceded, giving a faux golf-clap to his pledge, “but how about we make ourselves a little bet? Whoever has the best score at the end of the game needs to pay for the others’ lunch. Let’s do this in pairs. You two guys will be together,” Blake nodded at Kristian and Griffin, “and Josh and I will be the other set,” Blake wrenched his arm around Josh’s shoulder, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, listening in on the conversation.

“Ah, sweet!” Kristian, ever the optimist, cheered, “you’re on! Alright, Griffin, we got this bro!” Griffin and Kristian looked suitably fired up, and their eagerness spilled out and went right into Blake.

“But we should warn you two,” Blake smirked, “Josh and I are big eaters, especially Josh here. You should’ve seen him: last semester—”

Josh stamped his heel onto Blake’s toes with all of his force and cleared his throat. Blake was much more extroverted than Josh, and as such, he was willing to part with information that Josh preferred to keep close to his chest. “What Blake means to say,” Josh shot a warning glance at his brother and best friend, “is may the best men win.” The shorter frat bro smiled warmly and gestured for Griffin to make his tee shot while grinding his shoe into Blakes’, dyeing it green with the wet turf from the morning dew. Watching the two pledges turn around and make their shot, Josh whispered just below his breath, “Dude, don’t even joke about that. I’m not even allowed to be alone near pledges this semester after what happened in the fall. The only reason they’re allowing it now is that you’re here ‘supervising’ me,” Josh said in air quotes.

Blake giggled and brought Josh in closer to ruffle his hair. “You worry too much, bro. It’ll be fine! These guys are good, so we’ll probably owe them lunch anyway,” Blake snorted, letting Josh go.

Josh grumbled in agreement, hoping that Blake wasn’t planning anything serious. He thought back to the genesis of all of his nervousness–fall semester, Halloween night. He placed a hand on his flat six-pack, making sure he didn’t already make the same mistake again. Absentmindedly watching the golf game play out, Josh recalled the events of the previous holiday.

SAE was throwing on Halloween night, and, as one of the best party dorms on campus, all of the brothers and pledges alike were buzzing with excitement. At around six that night, Josh was pregaming alone in his room, getting the tiredness to flee from his eyes like a receding tide. As is typical for the average frat guy like Josh, he overdid it a little bit. The jock hadn’t eaten that day, and he was on his ninth beer. Belching lazily, Josh threw the can onto the floor after missing the recycling bin, and he looked up to see one of his favorite pledges, John, enter his room. John was a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and a big heart, which is why Josh wasn’t surprised when he drunkenly bent the pledge over his bathroom counter and pumped into him four big, steaming loads. What was surprising to Josh however, was how primally he wanted John. After bloating the pledge’s stomach out with an inordinate amount of cum, Josh began to eagerly and impenitently swallow John whole, feeling the blonde kid’s body bulge out his stomach excessively. Josh, with judgment impaired and wanting to relive that state of fulfillment, found Enrique. Just like with the previous pledge, Josh bent him over (crushing him with a very active and squirming belly), came in him several times, and swallowed the poor pledge whole, making his obscene, behemoth gut grow even larger. Beyond that, Josh started to drink even more, wanting to feel a deeper buzz with all the “food” he now had to soak up the alcohol.

The rest of the details are pretty hazy to Josh, but Blake told him that Josh woke up in the living room at around midnight to all of his brothers rubbing Josh’s engorged, massive, stretched gut to help him digest the evidence. Josh spent the night drunkenly moaning for his brothers to rub harder as he slowly belched up various skulls and discarded wallets and phones of all 16 pledges. Because of Josh, they had to cancel the biggest party of the year. Worse yet, they weren’t able to admit a single new pledge that semester because they had all been digested and processed by one insatiably greedy frat member. With an immense amount of guilt, Josh kept all of the wallets and IDs of the pledges he had gulped down that night in a drawer near his bed, as a sort of memento. He was proud of himself for certain, but he also felt quite guilty at what had happened that night. Lost in thought and hardly paying attention to the game, Josh’s tight abs growled loudly, making the turf vibrate beneath them. Thinking about that night always made him hungry. He was suddenly snapped back into reality when Blake punched his shoulder jokingly.

“And… looks like we won!”

Josh froze. Looking around at Kristian and Griffin, who now wore a doleful look on their handsome faces, Josh’s stomach growled again. He knew he wanted this, and he hated himself for wanting it so bad. Blake wore a knowing smirk, rubbing his own hungry stomach and nodding to Josh. He didn’t even realize he had played, much less finished the game. Wiping away a trail of drool that had formed as he was reminiscing, Josh asked to see the score sheet. Scanning it intently, Blake had scored under par almost every single hole, playing out of his mind. 

The much hungrier and handsomer Tiger Woods exclaimed to the pledges, “Alright! I am hungry. Griffin, you’re with me.”

Josh sighed audibly. This was Blake’s plan from the start: score a nice big lunch off of these two unassuming pledges and force Josh to participate. Josh couldn’t say he didn’t want this. In fact, his stomach was almost growling non-stop, begging, pleading for Kristian to dissolve within his slimy, digestive folds. Still though, Josh had self-imposed a rule (and he’d been threatened by the president) that if any more pledges went missing because of him, he’d leave the frat. 

Still though, it's not like Kristian would be okay with Blake unhinging his jaw and gulping down his buddy like a snake—and that’s what Josh was for: taking care of Kristian. Being his best friend, Blake knew Josh wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got the thought in his mind, and the charmer was using that against him.

Before Blake even got up to Griffin, Josh approached Kristian with hunger and gluttony driving his every motion, “Hey, sorry man.”

“Aw, don’t worry bro!” Kristian beamed with his beautiful round eyes and pearly smile. “I’m happy to help my future brothers with a meal anytime!”

Josh silently corrected him: for the last time. But looking up at the 6 foot 3 muscle behemoth, Josh noted that, despite his hair being brown, Kristian looked an awful lot like John, his first prey on Halloween night. That connection unleashed his shackled gluttony, prompting the jock to open wide and pull Kristian’s head into his dark, moist cavern he called a mouth. His handsome face tasted like a steak cooked to perfection, and the prey’s sweat that beaded his forehead provided a delectable seasoning that orchestrated a symphony of flavor blooming throughout the predator’s taste buds.

“Josh? What the fu—” Griffin was shortly cut off as Blake followed Josh’s lead, stretching his pink lips around Griffin’s head. Taking a desire-soaked gulp almost instantly, Blake bunched the pledge’s shoulders into his mouth and allowed his throat to expand and contract as it coaxed in the smaller man.

Both frat boys sucked and drooled over their meals in the hot open course, which was thankfully empty that afternoon. Josh found little difficulty swallowing down Kristian’s massive biceps, which were about the size of his thighs. The poor soul was so shocked that he hardly even struggled within Josh’s experienced, mile-long throat. Sucking in a bunch of air all at once, Josh opened his throat and practically vacuumed Kristian’s entire upper half down in one fell swoop. What could he say? Kristian was delicious, and Josh was hungry. If you think about it, this was really Blake’s fault for spurring him on. 

Quickly, Josh’s six pack gave way to a round, curving belly that pressed on the fabric of his polo. Feeling the man get deposited into his stomach chamber was something akin to heaven for the frat boy, and he gave his belly a gentle, loving caress as it grew outward more and more. Glancing over to Blake, who was slobbering over Griffin’s ample pecs through his shirt, Josh wondered idly how Griffin would taste before suctioning down Kristian’s bubbly ass into his awaiting gullet…

Blake returned Josh’s gaze, staring at him with alarm. The pair had eaten guys together before, but he’d never seen Josh devour someone so big this quickly before. Clearly his priming had worked wonders. To rub it in his face, Blake took a deep, slow gulp, moaning at Griffin’s exquisite flavor, signaling to his partner that Griffin probably tasted better than Kristian even. Blake rubbed his growing belly, barely feeling the indentations of his fading six-pack.  He moaned and groaned for at least half a minute more, gloating over Josh his self control and ability to savor his meals. Just as Blake was about to swallow up Griffin’s waist and begin working on the pledge’s lower half, he felt a tugging sensation, as if something was yanking Griffin out of his stomach. Confused, Blake opened his eyes.

His greedy, pledge-devouring friend had positioned his lips around Griffin’s ankles, staring directly at  Blake as if to challenge him.

“Mmph–!” Blake grunted, astounded and incredulous at how far Josh would go to fill his belly.

“Mmph,” Josh responded, swallowing Griffin up to his knees. His dead-panned look gave the impression that no matter what Blake wanted, Josh was going to have both of these pledges stewing away inside of his belly by evening.

Blake, completely shocked by his best-bro’s audacity, tried to gulp more of Griffin down in defiance; however, Josh beat him to it, sucking out Griffin’s lower abdomen and gulping down his thighs. Griffin was stretched between the two predators like a laffy-taffy, entirely soaked in saliva and desperately being fought over on either end. Blake tried to get closer to forcefully pull more of Griffin in his maw, but Josh’s belly, outward and protruding like a giant exercise ball and full of Kristian, prevented him from getting closer, letting Josh sneak in another meaty gulp. His throat echoed the cacophonous noise, letting the sound of Griffin’s legs slide past his lips and begin engulfing the prey’s torso.

By now, Blake’s stomach was entirely empty, much to his disappointment. It seems that his plan had backfired, and now Josh had gotten two meals instead of just one, while Blake had gotten zero. He thought of protesting more or at least trying to make Josh work for his second helping of pledge, but he knew that contesting Josh in a battle of predation was a fruitless endeavor. He was the guy who cancelled Halloween, after all. Since knowing the guy, Josh had always been the number one predator, and he’s only widened that gap by devouring any potential second places, making Josh, in Blake’s eyes, the best predator he’s ever seen or heard of. To try and go against that would be ludicrous. 

Watching dejectedly, Blake slowly let Griffin out of his throat and get funneled directly into his best friends’. Josh looked happy as a clam, and Blake began to rub his friend’s belly as loud gulping and moaning erupted from the predator like it was his birthday. The jock’s stomach grew even bigger, surpassing behemoth proportions. Blake sighed sadly as Griffin’s feet slid past Josh’s lips. His friend groaned, patted his belly for a moment, then smiled.

“Dude!” Blake blurted, ready to scold his friend for that slight. “What the fuck?!”

BBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Josh’s low, deep belch ejected Kristian’s golfing gloves right onto Blake’s face, adding insult to injury. Patting his belly, Josh began, “Fuck,” wincing at the pleasure-soaked situation having a full belly gave him. “If you didn’t want that to happen, then why’d you make the—UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP—make the bet in the first place?”

“Because I thought you could share, greedy ass!”

“How is it my fault that you didn’t plan properly? It’s your fault for making Griffin look so delicious, and God,” Josh patted his engorged stomach, “was he ever.”

“You’re irredeemable.”

BBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — “Sorry bro, but if you wanna join them, they’re gonna be solid for at least a good long while. You could swallow them after I swallow you?”

“You’re still wanting more? How have we remained friends for this long?”

“Because you love meee,” Josh teased, bumping Blake with his writhing mass of a belly. “C’mon. I won’t digest you; I swear on our letters.”

That piqued Blake’s interest. He knew Josh was being serious when he said that. Blake looked down at his painfully-flat abdomen. He hadn’t eaten that morning because he had planned exclusively around getting Griffin to himself. This sudden prospect of getting both Kristian and Griffin was definitely worth considering… 

Josh's belly gurgled, letting out grotesquely loud squelching and bubbling noises as it got used to accommodating two living meals. Watching his gluttonous friend rub contentedly over his enormous gut, Blake nodded, acknowledging that he wanted that for himself.

“Alright bro, you’re on,” Blake paused as Josh pumped his fist, “but you swore on our letters. No going back.”

“Of course, Blake. You’re my best man. You’re not food to me.” As heartwarming as that was, Josh’s belly grumbled, politely asking Blake to crawl in.

Shaking his head and ready for a meal, Blake put both hands on Josh’s tummy and leaned forward, waiting for Josh to take him in. Josh followed suit, letting his hot, pledge-smelling breath encase Blake. With a quick, happy-sounding glomp, Blake began his descent into Josh’s awaiting belly.

Unlike the other two, Josh took his time with Blake, letting his best friend know how good he tasted. The brother’s arms were pinned to his side, and his broad shoulders got covered in a layer of saliva to help lubricate him on his way down. Blake shuddered, unaware how scary it was to get swallowed whole by a predator. He thought back to the plenty of times he and Josh had done this exact thing, except the prey knew they were never getting out. Josh’s throat hugged Blake’s muscular body with need. Josh’s brain knew Blake wasn’t food, but the rest of his body clearly didn’t and treated him as such.

On the outside, Josh’s tongue roamed over Blake’s torso, slowly lapping up all of the flavor he could siphon from his friend’s tanned skin. Josh had been thinking about this moment for years, and to think something like this would happen so suddenly was like a waking-dream. Widening his jaw around Blake’s hips, Josh let the rest of his friend slowly slide in his belly. The jock’s hands roamed the thrice-stretched skin with pleasure. He could already feel the frenetic squirming in his belly, telling him that Blake had already begun indulging in Josh’s prey. The greedy frat bro patted his gut as if to give his brother his blessing to devour the contents of his belly. Big, hefty sloshes echoed in the heated atmosphere as Josh finished off Blake happily. His titanic gut was always happiest when digesting extra-squirmy meals.

Gulping down Blake’s feet (and taking off his trampled gold-shoes), Josh finished off his third meal of the day and maneuvered himself into the golf cart to carry the four boys home. The ride was quite bumpy, causing Josh to belch time and time again as he got into Blake’s car and turned on the ignition. He had gotten a strange look from the valet when asking for his keys, but overall, he had little trouble getting back home. Since it was a sunday afternoon, most everyone was out studying or hanging out with friends, so the frat house was thankfully very empty.

Waddling up to his room whilst cradling his gurgling, noisy belly, Josh plopped himself onto Blake’s bed and let the food coma take him away into dreamland.

Blake woke up to a clattering sound coming from his bathroom and a darkness from everywhere except the doorway. He was on his bed, but his skin felt somewhat sticky. Looking down at his heavily bloated belly, which no longer showed any signs of movement or life, Blake licked his lips and remembered what happened with a fondness that rarely people get the pleasure of experiencing. Walking out from the bathroom, a naked Josh’s silhouette appeared like an angel.

“Hey there, stud,” Josh teased, glancing down at Blake’s morning wood.

“Shut up,” Blake retorted, belching lazily.

Josh walked up and positioned himself above Blake, with his head directly above the small dome of his friend’s belly. “God, I felt so empty when I let you out. You made quick work of these guys, you know? You’re so greedy,” Josh complained.

“You’re one to talk—mmph!” Blake was cut off as Josh put a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a smile.

Josh poked Blake’s belly, listening to the sloshes and gurgles it elicited. The two were definitely fully digested by now. The clock on Blake’s bedside table read 1:21 AM, but somewhere along the lines, Blake must’ve woken up and belched out the guys’ IDs and golf clothes, judging by the slew of items on the floor. His own polo and khaki shorts were laying out on his desk chair, albeit a bit wrinkled and wet looking. Josh caught him looking there and coughed awkwardly.

“I tried burping them out so you wouldn’t have to buy a new outfit. There’s only a few holes,” the brother blushed.

“Thanks bro,” Blake belched.

Josh huffed and pressed his face into the soft warm flesh of Blake’s belly, letting himself sink into the squishy gut that usually held a set of rigid abs. Bringing his hands up, Josh rubs Blake’s belly slowly and methodically, helping Blake’s morning wood rise even higher and leaking out several drops of precum. Josh raised an eyebrow and turned himself so he was resting parallel to Blake. 

With a hand caressing his brother’s belly, Josh mentioned, “Oh yeah, Michael came in here earlier.” Blake turned his head at the sudden mention of their frat’s president. “He told me to say that he’ll let this slide as I wasn’t the one who had the belly-full-of-pledge this time, but we seriously need to stop. And I’m a bad influence on you.”

Blake laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. Watching Josh rub his noisy belly process the last of its meal certainly was a bad influence. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Looking down, Blake noticed Josh’s cock also at full mast. Without a word, Blake leaned down and began to pump it slowly and methodically, hearing his best friend whimper and moan at his touch. Blake chuckled before moaning himself, feeling Josh grab hold of his own dick and begin stroking it slowly.

The two, after one of the most intense climaxes of their lives from just a handjob, fell asleep together, getting rest before planning out how to fit more delicious pledges—and maybe their president—into both of their greedy, noisy, hungry bellies.

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Memorial Day Meal

I am back! Sorry for such a long dull period with no stories. This itself is a little shorter, but this is a fun request I got and typed out quickly for it to be on time. Josh might honestly be one of my favorite predators I've written about, so I was ecstatic to write another part to his story. Please flood my inbox with asks and dms, as they are super motivating to write more. Love y'all.

A pair of skinny legs flailed aimlessly as they slowly sank deeper and deeper like quicksand into Josh’s throat. Blake licked his lips in anticipation and nursed his Whiteclaw. His pupils were dilating and contracting as he watched his best friend’s throat expand and tighten to facilitate his little cousin’s descent. A stream of drool seeped from the drunk jock’s bottom lip, and Blake brushed his thumb along his friend’s chin, cleaning it up for him. In a moment of intimacy, Josh seized Blake’s hand and brought it to his meal’s kicking feet. Without words, Blake knew what his buddy needed: Blake pushed William—his cousin turned food—deeper into Josh’s gullet. His friend moaned as a loud, wet sliding noise filled the shaded tent.

The pair of calves disappeared quickly as Blake pushed them in. Josh stared directly into Blake’s eyes as if to give him a heartfelt thanks. The hunk looked away and blushed as Josh reached out a hand and patted Blake’s enormous belly, filled with two burly uncles. Shuddering in deep, intimate pleasure, Blake pushed his belly against Josh’s, feeling the warm spheres of flesh gurgle loudly together. Quickly finishing off his meal and sentencing them to digestion, Josh let out a heavy sigh and reciprocated Blake’s gesture.

“Ungh,” Josh sighed, feeling the small cousin fully enter his stomach chamber, already occupied by three other members of Blake’s family. “We gotta stop doing this buddy. Every time you and I get drunk, we also get hungry like this…BBBBBBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP…Fuck, he tasted so good. You sure it’s really okay for me to be eating your family? They taste amazing but fuck.”

Blake hummed and pushed his belly harder onto Josh’s, trying to smell his deep, meaty belch. He responded, “Shhhh, bro. Listen to the way our bellies are gurgling. Don’t you like that sound? This is my present to you, man, just enjoy it. Your birthday’s coming up soon, right? Just consider this an early birthday present.” Blake patted Josh’s much larger belly with his comforting hands, and he could’ve sworn that Josh relaxed at his touch just a little.

“Bro…UUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP” A deep, bassy belch from the back of Josh’s throat interrupted his blush. “My birthday’s in February,” he said, stroking both his and Blake’s belly.

Blake and Josh laughed heartily and continued shoving their bellies against one another. The two had pregamed this Memorial Day get-together that Blake’s family had always thrown, and they thought they were drinking just enough to get buzzed. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines, the two had overdone it, and now, Blake sat contentedly with his titanic stomach holding two of his uncles inside of it, and Josh now had three little cousins nestled inside of his broiling belch-maker. Deep down, the two knew that this was exactly how they wanted the Memorial Day weekend camping trip to go down, but they weren’t going to admit that—especially Josh, who was crashing with Blake for the summer after Josh’s family had met their end on the porcelain throne thanks to him and his insatiable appetite.

Blake’s phone buzzed, and he read the dim screen as the midmorning sun seeped through the flaps of their tent. Where are you? This place sucks. Grandpa Kenny’s trying to convince me that Trump is a good president again. Blake tapped out a quick response to the text after shooting a look at Josh.

“Yo, you—UUUURRRRRPPPPPPP—you mind if my little brother comes over here? My family’s insane, and he’s a little socially awkward. He knows about us, so don’t worry. I think he might even surprise you.”

Josh waved his hand and nodded, feeling one of Blake’s cousins kick especially hard in an attempt to escape his belly. More company was always appreciated.

Blake texted back a quick Sure thing, but Josh and I had a big breakfast, so you need to help us digest. We’re over in the blue tent. Josh is still probably pretty hungry, so you can finally ask him what you’ve wanted to ask him for so long. He was the kid’s older brother, so he always had to give him a hard time. But, still, he cared deeply for him and would always be a soft place to land for the little guy.

Minutes later, the zipper slowly and sheepishly peeled back the entrance to the tent, and a much scrawnier and shorter Blake walked in. This was Blake’s younger brother, Felix.

“Hey guys,” Felix squeaked, unable to move his eyes from his older brother and his best friend’s bellies.

“Hey, lil’ bro,” Blake hooked an arm around Felix and stapled him to his side. Felix immediately began massaging Blake’s gut without needing to be asked. Blake had clearly trained him well.

“Damn, Felix—UUURRRRPPPP—I could never get my little brothers to do that willingly. You must love your big bro a lot. He must’ve trained you well.”

Blake smirked and pulled his kid brother in closer, letting Felix hear in great detail his uncles pleading for their lives. The mini Blake blushed and nodded as he shifted in his older brother’s grasp. 

Many long minutes passed as Felix gradually grew more comfortable and laughed along with the two frat boy predators. Slowly, as the gurgling increased, Felix built up enough confidence to address Josh directly: “So, uh, Josh,” Felix traced the outline of his uncle’s head on Blake’s behemoth gut, “how does it feel to swallow another man whole? Is it…fun? Do you like it?”

Blake chuckled as Josh’s messy brown hair covered his shocked eyebrows. He began to dance his hands across the dome of flesh that housed Felix’s cousins and answered, “It feels perfect, really. When there’s a guy in my gut, it feels like they were destined to be nothing more than a meal for me, and they’re doing everything they can to fulfill this belly. It’s probably the most fun a guy can have, feeling a lively meal wriggling around uselessly as they push out this belly. Why as—”

Blake cleared his throat and nodded at Felix before shooting Josh a look. Felix continued, “What’s um… your limit? How many people could fit in there?”

Josh giggled and looked at Blake, who already knew the answer because the answer was his fault. Josh cleared his throat, “Well, the most I’ve ever eaten at one time was around twenty guys at once. I got really drunk and ate like four of our pledges, but Blake here coaxed me into bellying all of our freshman pledge class. I literally couldn’t move because all of those squirming guys in my belly pinned me down—”

“But it was so worth it,” Blake finished. “Come on, Felix. Ask him what you wanna ask.” Blake nudged his little brother with his stomach a little closer to Josh, who had a raised eyebrow. Felix’s face was dyed a crimson maroon, and he looked down at his twiddling thumbs. Josh belched lazily and scratched his moving belly.

“W-well, Blake told me that you sometimes eat people and let them out afterward? I was hoping you might do the same for me…? I just sort of want to feel what it’s like… if that’s something you’re okay with?”

Josh’s belly grumbled at the prospect of his best bro’s little brother being a meal. The frat boy tried to hide his excitement, but he failed. Sitting up, his enormous cock pushed on the fabric of his underwear (the two friends were in nothing but their boxers, as the temperature was abnormally high for this time of year) and threatened to rip them apart. Clearing his throat, the predator answered, “Yeah, of course. But um, why do you want me to eat you instead of Blake?”

“I just,” Felix looked down and placed his hands on Josh’s belly, causing the predator’s breath to hitch, “I want it to be you.”

Josh gulped and nodded his head in understanding. The jock opened his mouth, letting his tongue play out several wet, slimy noises as he anxiously anticipated the meal he was about to indulge in. Felix looked back at his big bro, who was nodding at him in encouragement and rubbing his own belly, which seemed to stop moving on its own now. A muffled pop rang out as Josh’s jaw unhinged like a snake, waiting to snap up the young teen like the prey he was. Blake’s younger brother reached out and placed a hand into Josh’s mouth. Instantly, the predator's tongue swirled around his flesh, tasting him and appraising him like a precious metal. Felix looked scared, but Blake pushed his belly to his backside, essentially pinning him to Josh and his belly. Even if he wanted to at this point, he wouldn’t be able to escape. 

Josh swallowed, lurching the small teen forward and deeper into his mouth. The pred’s pupils dilated, registering that he was claiming yet another victim to his beautiful, rounded belly. His hot breath washed over Felix’s face and painted him in a newfound fear. Josh wasn’t being nearly as gentle as he thought he would be. Something in his eyes shone a glimmer of danger—a glimmer of hunger. Suddenly unsure about this, Felix tried to pull his hand out, but Josh’s tight throat walls clung on to him like a bear trap. Worse yet, Blake seized his little brother’s free hand and brought it closer to Josh’s plump lips, which were currently sucking on the teen’s forearm. Blake forced Felix’s other appendage into the hungry predator’s gullet, so now the little brother was in a diving position, ready to delve straight down his crush’s drooling maw. 

“Guys? I think I changed my mind… This is cool, but I’m not really sure this is what I thought it would be…”

Neither college kid listened nor cared. Blake shushed his younger brother and grasped his obliques to push him deeper into Josh’s belly. Josh stared straight ahead, working himself back into the trance he always seemed to fall into when he was voraciously gulping down a man whole. Felix could feel the possessive contractions of Josh’s esophagus as it bulged outward to slurp down his biceps. The gravity of the situation became all too real at that moment, and the young teen began to struggle against his older brother to let him out. 

Blake suppressed that quickly, pinning his younger brother in place and shoving his head and shoulders down Josh’s throat quickly, so much so that even Josh snapped out of his zone and lost his balance. Chuckling, the predator quickly composed himself and began gulping down the teen’s body once more with a scrappier kind of desire. The meaty flavor of Felix bloomed on his tongue, and Josh began sucking hard on his best friend’s little brother, savoring his taste and devouring him with passion. With reverent vigor, Josh engulfed all of Felix’s upper half within a minute of starting to gulp him down. Blake wrenched off Felix’s pants, allowing Josh to swallow him even faster. 

A symphony of slurping and gulping sounds echoed throughout the tent as Josh finished off Felix and he screamed and cried within his muffled belly. Josh’s stomach slowly grew outward, much to both guys’ delight. Blake had a frenetic desperation in his eyes, always wanting to goad his buddy into being as greedy as he possibly could be. As Felix’s feet quickly disappeared behind Josh’s lips, both guys let out a sigh of relief as Josh’s belly fully rounded out, bulging out even farther now.

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“Fuck me, bro,” Josh heaved, rubbing his squirming belly affectionately. “He tasted so fucking good.”

“He better have. It took me months to convince him to finally ask you to do that. He’s been crushing on you since January.”

“Thank God—UUUUURRRRPPPPPPPP—for that. He was great. He’s wriggling around in there so much. Feels fuckin’ great.”

Blake leaned down and kissed his friend’s belly that now was working on slowly covering his little brother in digestive juices. Both pairs of hands found their way onto Josh’s stomach and rubbed it with love.

Josh hummed and awkwardly cleared his throat to say, “Yo, uh, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m not gonna let him back out. I need him in here. My belly needs him in here.”

Blake scoffed, “I’d think you were weird if you did anything else. He’s yours, man. I don’t need another brother. I’ve already got you.”

Josh chuckled and brought Blake’s face to his stomach, rubbing his best buddy against the hot sphere that was digesting a large chunk of his family. He was so incredibly grateful to Blake for being his best friend and for being so open-minded about his eating habits, even if they extended to his family. 

The two rubbed each other’s enormous, family-filled stomachs as they relaxed into each other’s bodies. The mid-morning sun rose slowly over the trees, which signaled the two to prepare for a nice midday nap, meaning they could finish digesting their belly occupants. Later on, either this year or next, the rest of Blake’s family will slowly matriculate into Josh and Blake’s bellies, but for now, the two were plenty content with their bellies as they were. For both Josh and Blake, this was perhaps the best Memorial Day celebration they’d ever had.

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Andres laughed as the toned twink got ready to fuck him. Sure, the twink was hung like a horse, but Andres's ass was insatiable. He let the hung twink breed his seemingly tight hole for hours, enjoying every thrust and feeling his hole stretch.

But he wanted to stretch it more.

"you should eat my ass" Andres said, positioning himself with his ass looming over the twinks head. As he pressed down, he heard a soft moan.

This is when he decided to get mean.

For the next six hours, Andres tortured the twink with his ass. Holding his face as deep into his cheeks as possible, forcing him to suffocate until he passed out inside the gigantic ass, then farting on him until he woke up. But that was nothing, after about 7 times being suffocated, the twink woke up hip deep inside his warm, wet asshole.

"W-What the fuck!?" Was the last words he managed to slip out, before Andres slurped him up his ass like a spaghetti noodle.

It was hell for the twink, the wet, constricting bowels of the voracious predator smelled of shit, human remains, and something so horrible he had no idea what it could be. It felt like he was going to melt from the intense heat and smell alone.

"Please! L-let me ou-"

But the twink never got to finish his begging, as Andres's phone lit up with a Grindr notification, he clenched his ass, tight. And with a sickening crunch, a cruel squelch, and a booming fart, the twink was absolutely obliterated instantly by the godly ass. Within an hour he'd be shit, ready to be disposed of by the ruthless pred.

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“Wait, why are you not in my ass yet? It’s waiting for you, waiting to feel you thrash inside of it, tight against the muscled walls of my muscular, godly ass. Yeah, take of my undies, unnf, your tongue feels so good in there… thats right, force your face in, your head feels so good in there. Good boy, ill try not to clench on your neck too hard, oh now come your shoulders. Oh, damn you’re stretching me out but you feel so good! It’s an easy ride from he on out though, look you’re already half way in. You feel amazing inside me, it’s almost sad you’re gonna be a nasty pile of my shit on the way out. Uh, don’t struggle so hard! You didn’t realize this was one way? Well it’s too late now, so try to enjoy your time inside me before you become part of my ass. And do me a favor, don’t clog my toilet on your way out”

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A Compassionate Pred

Josh was excited. He knew he was going to eat good that night. He'd been holding his future meal, Harry, at his house for just over a week. Harry hadn't been able to leave, but Josh wanted to make sure his last week on earth was pleasurable. He always liked to make sure they were well taken care of as he prepared to eat them. Josh was handsome, with tanned skin and a great set of abs. He'd managed to lure Harry over to his house on a dating app, charming him into what would become his temporary home over the coming days.

Even though Harry couldn't leave, he still had full roam of the house, and even access to Josh's snacks and food. Josh had served him a delicious meal every night, from fine steak with red wine to home made pizza; even though Josh's favourite food was a full grown man he still enjoyed cooking normal food to perfection as well. Plus, feeding his prey on a diet of rich food and drink made sure they were extra tender when the moment finally came, like fattening a goose for Christmas.

He usually kept his prey at his place for a week, but he decided to keep Harry there an extra few days, partly because he liked him and partly because it'd make him more succulent. In the meantime he would find strangers to gobble down while he prepared Harry. He didn't lie to Harry about his fate either, letting him know what was going to happen and how unpleasant it would be. He figured it would help Harry appreciate his last few days.

So the day had finally come, by tomorrow morning Harry would just be fat on Josh's waistline. He woke Harry up at 8:30, not too early but not so late that he wouldn't have enough time to appreciate the day. "Morning sleepyhead," he said, smiling down at Harry as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, "you look beautiful this morning." He caressed Harry's hair as he complemented him, he always liked making the guys he selected feel special.

He served Harry smoked salmon on toast with a little champagne for breakfast. After, he let Harry watch TV and play his Xbox for as long as he liked. Lunch was Harry's own request, and he simply asked for a Caesar salad. "It's one of my favourites" he mumbled when Josh asked what he wanted. Despite the nice treatment he couldn't help being a little miserable as he knew what was coming later on. Josh had spared no detail in describing what was in store for him, painful digestion in his tight stomach; he'd likely be screaming and flailing around inside Josh's stomach as it broke him down into fat and nutrients.

Dinner was risotto, something fancy but quick, so Josh wouldn't be too tired when it came to his own dinner time. Harry ate it slowly, trying to draw it out for as long as possible to avoid his fate. But eventually the meal was gone, and all that was left was an empty plate for Harry to stare down at. "Do you have to do this?" He asked Josh, trying to delay his fate even more. He knew the answer would be yes but if it meant he wouldn't be eaten yet he was all up for chit chat. "I mean I'm grateful for the whole nice treatment and everything but I'm not a huge fan of what comes next."

"I get it" Josh said. It was what he always said, he knew of course that he would never understand the mindset of prey, he was just built differently, with that inane need to eat his living prey. But he was nonetheless sympathetic, he couldn't imagine that it's pleasant knowing that you're soon going to be inside another man, destined to become nutrients. Sometimes he wondered if it eating guys straight away was kinder, but he always liked having at least one guy in preparation; they just tasted better, like meat that's been left to marinate in the fridge.

"It's just the way it has to be. I know that sounds harsh but there's not really any way to say I'm going to eat you and painfully digest you kindly." Josh said, trying to sound sorry. "Look on the bright side, at least you won't be going for nothing, most people just pass on and that's it. You'll be helping me achieve a better body." Harry just grunted, in his mind there was hardly any point in helping Josh's body if he wasn't going to be around to see it.

"Now" Josh said, smiling as he saw Harry was done. "I'll run you a nice hot bath and you just relax, nothing feels better than stressed out meat" he laughed. Harry didn't laugh back, not really seeing much humour in his imminent digestion, but the bath did sound nice. Within a few minutes he was laying down in the bath. The temperature was perfect and he could feel every muscle relaxing like jelly. It was so blissful that he eventually nodded off. Josh peeked in and looked at the sleeping figure, and figured this would be the easiest way to do it.

"Time to go" he said to Harry, who didn't wake up. He gently lifted him out of the bath and brought him to the bedroom, careful not to disturb him. He dried him off softly until Harry and sleeping serenely on the bed and no longer wet. He moved to the end of the bed and admired Harry's body from his feet upwards, fixing his image in his brain before he was gone. "Here we go" Josh said to himself, unhinging his mouth.

Eating Harry was perfect. He hardly stirred at all as Josh's mouth moved up his legs, consuming his knees. Harry's skin was so soft from all the rich food, Josh could feel the juices ooze out of his skin as his tongue danced along it. As he reached Harry's hips he began to involuntarily moan in his sleep. Josh's tongue twisted and licked Harry's now erect cock as it slipped into his mouth. He let out more unconscious moans as the nerves in his cock tingled with pleasure, until hot, creamy cum shot from his cock as he slept. Josh was happy he could give Harry one final orgasm before he went down the hatch.

Harry hardly made a sound for the rest of the process. It didn't take Josh too long to reach his neck, the fact he was asleep meant there wasn't any resistance from his meal at all. He then slipped Harry past his lips and shut his mouth over his handsome face, swallowing his entire body. This was when Harry finally woke up. The feeling of being dropped into Josh's hot, steamy stomach was enough to disturb his pleasant slumber. For a moment the humidity made him think he was still in the bath. But then the smell hit him, the scent of partially digested food, stomach acid, all mixed in with Josh's natural smell hung in Harry's nose and made his throat sting.

His muscles were still relaxed from the soothing bath but it didn't take long for them to tighten up again. The fear and stress of realising where he was made Harry start to panic. He knew it had been coming but it still didn't prepare him for the real thing. Josh's walls hugged his body, forcing Harry to curl into a ball as he brushed against the slimy, fleshy surface around him. The hot bath mixed with all the rich food he'd been eating over the last week also made Harry's skin much more sensitive, beginning to blister almost as soon as he entered Josh's hungry body. He would have resisted, punching the walls or begging to be released, but Josh had drilled it into his head so much during his time there that he'd basically come to accept his fate, even though he wasn't happy about it.

Outside Josh admired the new belly that bulged out before him. Even though he felt bad for Harry and had come to like him, he knew that being fed was always the most important thing. He moved over to the mirror and snapped a few pictures for himself to admire, and to remember Harry by. They also served to show josh how much bigger his belly had gotten since Harry had entered it.

He fondled his belly affectionately, trying to make sure Harry was as comfortable as he could be inside him. "How are you doing in there?" He asked, hoping he wasn't in too much pain yet. "My skin is starting to itch" Harry replied, "I'm guessing it's only going to get worse from here" he said as he felt more stomach acid get spewed onto his body.

"Yeah, sorry about that. But y'know, circle of life and everything!" Josh said, trying to justify the position he'd put Harry in. He knew it was the right thing to do, but Harry wasn't a pred and wouldn't ever understand that mindset. Harry was born to be eaten, and even though he was never going to be happy about it there was nothing he could do to change it; it's like tigers and gazelles.

Josh let out a loud BUUUUURP, trying to not suck out all the air from his stomach. He knew it would cause Harry more pain but he always felt that prey digested better when they were conscious for longer. Besides, at this point Josh knew that his needs were more important than Harry's comfort, as cruel as that sounded, just like him being fed was more important than Harry's life.

After ten minutes or so it was clear the digestion was starting to really kick in. The temperature had cranked up inside Josh's belly and more stomach acid was being pelted onto his slowly weakening body. His skin was stinging as he was digested alive inside Josh, and the agonizing pain was so bad that he soon started screaming. The scolding bath in Josh's stomach acid made Harry long for the nice house and royal treatment he'd received over the last week, which was like heaven compared to this. Outside Josh listened to the muffled screams, he tried to softly rub his stomach to sooth Harry in some way, but he knew there wasn't much he could do to help, Harry's fate was sealed.

The screaming and thrashing continued, causing Josh's belly to wriggle frantically, but soon began to die down as Harry became weaker. His punches and kicks became slower as his strength waned, and his screams began to quieten down as his throat became more exhausted. Soon he faded out of consciousness as his body became too tired to carry on, and Josh's stomach started to turn him into meaty soup.

Outside Josh felt Harry slowly fall asleep inside him, and he gave his new belly an affectionate pat. "Thanks buddy" he said. He genuinely was thankful, thankful that there was always a supply of prey for him, and thankful that he knew how to prepare them properly. Part of him always felt a little guilty for what he did, but the other part knew that he was a pred, and it was what he was made to do. And so, with the last of Harry being digested by his stomach, Josh went to sleep, wondering who he'd catch and keep at his place next.

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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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A Dangerous Suprise

"Come on man, you know there's no escape, so you might as well get in this ass" your hookup says menacingly. Seconds after you'd both stripped down, the cute guy you met at the bar pushed you down and locked his bedroom door. "Dude what the hell are you talking about? Let me out, this is getting weird" you yell, not quite sure how to react to his exposed ass.

"It's fine man, in a few minutes you won't have to worry, you'll be tightly packed in my ravenous ass" he laughs. Before you can react he grabs you, forcing your naked body to your knees and leaving you face to face with his ass. From a distance it looked hot and thick, but being this close made it seem intimidating, making you feel nervous and uneasy before it.

"Now, just relax and this'll be a lot easier for you, or feel free to squirm, either way you'll be part of this ass pretty soon." Without warning he grabs the back of your head and pushes it in between his pillow-like cheeks. You feel his hole expand and contract as it reacts to your face making contact, still unsure of what's happening.

Seconds later you feel his hole open completely, slowly pulling your face into his ass. You start to panic, pushing frantically against his thick ass cheeks in an attempt to escape his grasp. However, it's all in vain, his juicy ass cheeks are like dough, becomming more difficult to get a grip on the harder you push. By now your head is almost completely inside the voracious stranger's ass, which is hot and musky, burning your throat as you try to breathe.

You feel his ass open further to accommodate your shoulders and chest. As your body gets pulled in deeper the suction of the powerful predator's ass gets stronger, swallowing more of you with ease. By now you're up to your hips, only just realising that you've got a raging boner; the process may be terrifying but the way it feels still manages to get the blood rushing to your cock.

As your dick slips inside the hungry asshole it sends a powerful orgasm throughout your whole body. You can't help but let out a powerful moan into the tight ass before you. Streams of cum leak out of your cock, softening the fleshy walls of the pred's ass, further lubing up your journey into his body. Seconds later all that remain outside are your feet, wriggling frantically as you desperately try to escape the powerful grasp of the ass that's eating you.

Soon you're completely consumed as he sucks your feet up his ass. He gives his thick cheeks a firm slap as you're forced into a ball inside him, causing your whole world to shake and rumble like an earthquake. "Thanks for the free meal man. Feel free to struggle as much as you like while you digest, it always feels amazing."

You try to get comfortable in the tight prison you're stewing in but it's almost impossible, the walls feel like they're closing in on you. You struggle and kick the sticky surface around you, causing your pred's ass to shake and wobble from outside. "God that feels amazing, I wish this bit could last forever" he says, closing his eyes and rubbing his ass to feel the struggles. "Nothing better than a helpless prey fighting for their life inside me. There's no escape though man, face it, you're just meat now for me to digest, pretty soon you'll realise all that fighting is just speeding up your demise!"

The heat starts to rise as you continue to fight in the hopes of finding an escape. You feel your skin bubble as the walls of the ass close in on you, releasing juice to convert you into ass fat. The walls become stickier as they close in on you, your skin merging with them as you're broken down further into sticky ass fat. Finally the heat becomes so intense that you pass out, your eyes closing as a final thought rushes through your mind... "I'm just fat."

From outside the pred feels your struggles end as you're finally knocked unconscious. He takes a look at his new ass, now much thicker and more muscular as it continues to break more of you down. "Damn he did some work to me" he says to himself, admiring his firm cheeks. With that he sat down and put his underwear back on, letting the rest of you digest and get absorbed into his satisfied new bubble butt.

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What would happen to me inside your stomach? How slow would it be? How would you feel? I would accept my fate for you to get nourished using my nutrients. I absolutely would love to hear from you all the details of the process.

Oh you want details huh? Dirty boy, I got you. I want you to tell me which bit made you blow your load....🥵😈

You'd slump down into my stomach as I take that final gulp and swallow you whole like the walking meat-feast you are. My throat would pull your sexy body down to my hungry stomach, massaging every inch of you as you get closer and closer to your painful digestion. I'd be savouring your flavour against my tongue, your sweaty skin, your most intimate and unique tastes. I'd grunt as your mass hits the pit of my stomach, the feeling of being full sending endorphins coursing around my body and blood right to my cock.

You'd be forced into the foetal position in the tight slimy confined of my beautiful stomach, my stomach walls reacting to your body, tightening around you, taking you for it's own, feeling your weight and naturally beginning to generate more and more stomach acid to deal with all that meat. All that blood pumping around my body, coursing towards my stomach and intestines, ready to take your nutrients once my stomach acids have destroyed you.

You'd soon be covered in my stomach slime and acids, head to toe. The feeling of my warm juices between your toes, around your cock, against your sensitive asshole would send you into a spiral of pleasure. It would feel incredibly sensual, like lovers passionately entwining and becoming one. You and my stomach. If you didn't cum as I swallowed you already, your cock would be throbbing harder than it ever has, your whole body would be massaged by my stomach walls, no inch of you untouched.

After a little while of hearing my stomach gurgling around you and hearing me belch loudly after eating you, you'd start to feel a little tingling in sensitive areas of your body. Your asshole would be tingling, almost making you feel like you could relax even more and probably dump out the cum I left inside you. Your cock head would be incredibly sensitive, probably making you cum multiple times inside me in one, long, continues orgasm. Anywhere you have sensitive skin, you'd feel my stomach acids making love to you....pits, feet, neck.

You'll be in a world of bliss as you let my stomach massage and explore you, taking you, owning you, feeling my stomach walls close more and more tightly around you. I'd see your form more and more detailed under my belly skin, my cock throbbing against the bulge you make inside me. I run my hands over your contours, the angles you make under my skin as I grunt and adjust myself to settle my large meal.

But soon it'll move from a blissful tingling to intense burning, as my strong stomach acids begin to melt your meat away from your muscles into a nutrient-rich slop ready for my intestines to process. All those sensitive areas you were feeling pleasure are now being dissolved away and my stomach acids are seeping into your body, beginning to melt you alive from the inside out. You smell your own burning flesh, your own digestion as my stomach acids take control and turn you into mush.

You'd begin to scream as your skin melts away leaving your muscles barely clinging to your bones as you begin to blackout. Your cock has melted off and your asshole is a gaping mess, my stomach acids fucking you hard and melting your guts as you lose complete control. Chunks of skin and flesh sliding off your bones, my stomach walls forcing your body in tighter and tighter. The motion of my hips fucking my cock against the bulge you make in my stomach loosening even more of your stringy flesh.

I'd be whispering to you in my stomach, telling you to stop screaming and to just let it happen, let my stomach have you. How lucky you are to be digested alive inside such a beautiful alpha pred who's body you're going to become part of forever. Whose asshole you're going to stretch as your remains coil out.

I'd gulp down some air to keep you alive a bit longer as you feel your nerve endings reel and singe with the immense pain of digestion, knowing you're literally being digested alive inside my stomach and are just being processed into fuel for my beautiful body. The body you were worshipping not long ago.

As you blackout, the last thing you hear is me laughing and letting out giant wet belches you know smells of melting flesh and gore....your own digestion.

Then I'd basically jerk off and slosh your remains around inside my fat gut until my body was ready to shit you out....bones and all 💀

Like that? I know you did 😏