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(Vore Story, warning for reluctant pred and disposal mentions)

“So he really did it, huh?”

Logan looked up from his phone at the dark haired boy who was suddenly standing in front of him, head cocked and eyes curious. “Huh,” he said instinctively, although a weird prickling feeling at the nape of his neck made him shift uncomfortably, leaning slightly away from your unfamiliar freshman; his body knew what this was about even if his brain hadn’t caught up yet. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The boy shook his head, his gaze shamelessly trailing over Logan’s muscular arms and the curve of his pecs showing through his tank top. “I doubt it. Uh, I’m Lucas. I’m Aaron’s roommate. *Was* Aaron’s roommate.” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head and glancing meaningfully at Logan’s stomach.

Logan flushed, clearing his throat as he averted his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...”

Lucas sat down beside him. “Relax, we’re just chatting. You see, all Aaron was talking about since move in day was how he was gonna ‘find the hottest guy on campus and cram myself down his throat.’ I was with him when he saw you for the first time in the caf. Literal heart eyes, dude.” Lucas laughed, reaching out to prod Logan’s abs with one finger. “When he went to that kegger and never came back, I figured he probably ended up in here.”

“Well, most of him ended up in the shitter,” Logan said dryly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in. “Maybe some of him ended up in my chest...”

“Is that so?” Lucas said, his eyes agleam, drawn back down to Logan’s body. Logan fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze.

“So, what is it you want, exactly?” he asked the boy, although he felt pretty sure he knew the answer.

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*BWAAAAAUUUUUURRRRPP!!* Logan stifled a belch, pressing the hem of his shirt to his mouth. He groaned, his belly bulging out with the last instinctive kick of his live meal before Lucas went still, crunched up beneath the constricting squeeze of Logan’s abs. His gut groaned, liquid churning noises bubbling up around his prey as his body prepared to digest the kid.

“You freshmen this year are a different breed, man,” Logan muttered, giving his belly a rueful massage. He had tried to talk the boy out of it, saying no fantasy was really worth dying in another dude’s gut, or if he really was set on it to go find someone else.

“You’ll do it if you don’t want the dean to find out what happened to Aaron,” Lucas had said, blinking innocently up at him. That had done it. Logan had no choice.

“Why me?” Logan grumbled, shaking his head as he washed up and headed to his next class.

Yet for all his complaints, a treacherous part of his mind was nudging him, telling him that he actually enjoyed it. That he’d liked it both times. That it felt right having a boy in his belly, that it felt good digesting them and shitting them out and gaining a little muscle as a memento. That maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to do it again, just one more time, just once more...

He quickly pushed those thoughts aside as his belly gurgled around the meat that used to be Lucas, but the seed of the idea tossed and turned in the back of his mind nonetheless...

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(Vore Story, warning for unwilling pred and disposal mentions )

The rank scent of boozy sweat clung to the air of the tightly packed house, the walls reverberating with the thrumming of the speakers blasting cheap pop music. Logan lurked in the corner nursing his beer. He was on his fifth bottle and feeling particularly antisocial. He’d only come as a favor to his roommate, even though he hated the frat scene.

“You look a little out of place,” an amused voice spoke suddenly right beside him. Logan startled, eyebrows shooting up as he turned to look down at a skinny fair-haired freshman in an oversized baggy shirt grinning up at him.

Logan snorted, tickled at the boy’s boldness. “You’re one to talk.” He scratched the scruff along his chin, looking the other male up and down thoughtfully. “You pledging?”

The boy shook his head, still smiling as he leaned casually against the wall. “Nah. I came with that guy,” he said, nodding at a very over-enthusiastic red-faced kid in the middle of performing a keg stand on the opposite side of the room.

“Your friend? Roommate?”

“Nope. Never met him before today. He bumped into me in the hall in the dorms and said, ‘You gotta come tonight, bro! It’ll be fuckin’ ill!’ I think he was already drunk.”

Logan grinned and shook his head as he drained the remainder of his beer. He paused as he took notice of the unwavering eye contact the freshman was seeking from him, sensing a shift in the atmosphere between them. “I’m Logan. What’s your name?”

“Aaron,” the boy said, his smile taking on a note of satisfaction.

*Fuck it,* Logan thought as he felt his dick chub up in interest.

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Logan grunted as he felt his back bump against the bathroom door, twisting his arm around to turn the lock on the knob behind him. “No kissing,” he said as Aaron started pushing up his shirt.

“That’s fine,” the freshman replied distantly, running his fingers up Logan’s abs to grope lazily at his pecs.

Logan grunted as the younger male lightly pinched one of his nipples, letting out a shaky laugh as Aaron’s tongue dipped into his bellybutton, the boy’s face nuzzling eagerly against his thick happy trail. “You’re pretty aggressive, you know that?”

Aaron responded with a noncommittal hum, ducking lower to unbutton Logan’s jeans, fishing his cock out of his briefs and taking it into his mouth. Logan groaned, letting his hips cant forward as he pursued more of that enveloping wet heat. Aaron took hold of the base of Logan’s shaft and squeezed lightly as he slurped around the head, sucking deeper and more insistently with each bob downward.

It couldn’t have been more than three minutes that passed before Logan clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a groan as he came down Aaron’s throat, leaning back against the door as his knees wobbled. “F-fuck...” He blinked dazedly as Aaron stood up right in front of him, the boy’s clothes suddenly discarded in the brief interim after sucking down Logan’s load. “Woah, wait I said no k-mmph?!”

Logan’s protests were cut off as he found his mouth unexpectedly occupied; not with a kiss but with the entirety of Aaron’s head forcefully crammed in between his lips and pushing towards the back of his throat.

The older male let out a startled sound, swallowing reflexively and waving his hands uselessly in air as Aaron pushed his way down Logan’s gullet. After the initial shock had settled, Logan hurriedly gripped the boy’s forearms, yanking to dislodge him. But the jerking movement served only to provoke his body’s natural peristalsis, the undulating movement of his throat naturally pulling more of Aaron’s naked body downward. After several desperate attempts, it clicked somewhere in Logan’s brain beneath the surface level disbelief and panic that this was only going to end one way.

So he stopped resisting. Letting his body take its natural course, gulping rhythmically, breathing through his nose when he could, groaning as he felt Aaron’s upper body spilling into his stomach. He watched as the boy’s legs lifted off the ground, toes curling in pleasure. He let out a muffled noise of indignation as Aaron’s erect cock bumped against his chin before sliding into his open jaws, spasming as the freshman came inside his mouth.

Logan tilted his head back, sliding down the length of the bathroom door as the last of Aaron disappeared down his throat, the boy’s twitching feet pushed back past his uvula by Logan’s tongue.

*GUUUUUULLLLP!*

“H-ah...ah....fuck....fuck!” Logan panted heavily, eyes wide in disbelief as he stared his massive, gently squirming belly. “Why the fuck did you do that, dude?!”

He received no answer, at least not one he could discern. If the boy could hear him through the layers of flesh, muscle, and tissue, Logan certainly couldn’t hear him speaking in return. And the swaying, sloshing motions in his belly seemed more like someone trying to get comfortable in bed than someone struggling desperately for their life.

“You’re totally nuts, you know th-*BWAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!!! BUUUUURRRRRAAAAP!*” Logan let out a thunderous belch, groaning in relief as some of the immense pressure in his midsection settled and eased. Slumping against the door, he felt his eyes growing heavy as exhaustion and inebriation overtook him.

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“Absolutely nuts,” Logan snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned from side to side, examining his reflection in the mirror. He’d woken himself up a while ago with a comically loud fart, then spent the last hour shitting out an insane amount of thick, stinking logs into the toilet, taking care to repeatedly flush to avoid clogging the bowl.

Now he was left with little more than a bad post-binge drinking bloat, maybe a little extra muscle around the chest. The whole thing felt like a crazy dream, and he’d have believed it was if it hadn’t been for the small fragments of bone mixed in with his morning shit.

“I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, but I hope you got what you wanted out of the college experience, bro,” he said sarcastically, shaking his head in amusement.

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Brandon slumped against the wall, watching the hairy mound of his bulging belly rise and fall gently. It was hard to believe Keith was actually in there, and even weirder that he was behaving as calmly as this. Brandon knew that if *he* was trapped in some dude’s gut, he sure as hell wouldn’t be chilling out like this.

But the whole thing had been Keith’s idea after all. The artist had invited Brandon over, saying he was “the perfect muse” and begged for the opportunity to paint him. Branson didn’t know jack shit about art, but he was happy to help his buddy out and flattered that anyone thought he was worth taking the time to paint.

They’d gotten about two hours into the session when Keith had set down his brush and said there was just one thing missing. He’d approached Brandon, pried open his jaws and stuffed his head inside. Brandon was shocked, of course, but didn’t want to question the artistic process. He’d gulped up Keith and packed him away with a wet, slimy belch, and that was that.

*goooouuuuurrrrrrgggll...* Brandon frowned as his stomach let out a particularly loud gurgle. He poked and prodded near his bellybutton, eyes widening as he felt the soft bulge slosh and jiggle. “Oh.” He scratched his head sheepishly. With a grunt, he stood and crossed the room to examine the portrait. He blinked, staring in surprise at a finished painting depicting Brandon with a full, swollen belly resting against the wall of the studio.

He chuckled and patted the bulge that used to be Keith. “Guess you knew what you were doing after all, huh?”

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Daichi squeezed the sponge over his head, closing his eyes against the spray of the shower and the soap suds cascading down his chest and abs. He grunted as one last, near silent fart squeezed out from between his cheeks, sighing as he finally felt empty once again.

He sniffed surreptitiously, wincing slightly as he could still smell the lingering odor hovering around the toilet, even though he’d flushed everything down. Yep, most of what was left of his best friend’s younger brother was swirling down to the sewers. And the rest was resting comfortably as part of Daichi’s muscles.

He honestly hadn’t intended to eat the kid. His friend had come to him for a favor, saying his brother wanted work out tips, asking if Daichi could show him the ropes. Daichi had agreed, assuming it would be a simple afternoon, going through the basics, giving a couple of pointers. Turned out, of course, the boy was more interested in Daichi’s muscles than his own, begging and pleading to offer himself as tribute until Daichi had relented, gulping him down into his tight belly. And the rest was predictable...

He sighed, rinsing the soap off his body and turning off the water. He grabbed the towel from the rack, wondering how the hell he was going to explain this to his friend...

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Dan stretched his palms back behind him on the bed, groaning as his bloated gut gurgled and twitched with the frantic movements of the boy within. “I told ya, son,” he intoned solemnly, letting out an *oof!* as Patrick kicked out against the fleshy walls confining him. “I told ya why I didn’t wanna pay for that fancy college, told ya you didn’t have the work ethic to stick it out. Now look where it’s gotcha.”

*gloooooorrrrrrrpppuuuuurrrrgggllrr...* Dan’s stomach agreed with his assessment, gurgling eagerly as it reacted to the presence of food. Patrick’s muffled sobs were a stark difference from the sullen, defiant tone he’d had just minutes earlier. “Daddy, please,” he whimpered, squealing in fear as his father’s gut gushed warm digestive fluids over his body. “I-I won’t drop out! I’ll keep at it, I promise, I won’t let you down again! Pl-please don’t digest me! I don’t wanna die!”

“You’ll work hard?” Dan said unsympathetically, drumming his fingers on his hairy gut.

“Y-yes!”

“You’ll finish your degree? Get good grades?”

“Yes! Please! Let me out!”

Dan paused for effect, gently massaging his stomach, listening to his boy snivel and cry. He chuckled, giving the round bulge a little slap. “You’ve made promises before, kid. Not sure I can trust ya. Think ya need a little more time to stew on it ‘fore I decide.”

Patrick wailed unhappily, resuming his desperate struggles. Dan grinned, enjoying the swaying movements. He’d let him go in the end, of course. He didn’t want all that money to go to, uh...waste. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t put the fear of god into the boy first.

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Richie sat up, gazing blearily around the room as he reorientated himself. He focused on on details: the low hum of the tv, still frozen on the character selection screen at the end of the last match. Two discarded controllers. A pile of clothes on the floor nearby.

“Oh yeah...” Richie yawned, scratching his distended stomach, fingers rustling through the dusky hairs beneath his bellybutton. He gave his gut a gentle slap. “Jase, bruh. You still alive in there?”

*gggooooouuuuuuoooorrrrrgggglllrrrrrpppp*

He shrugged, wincing as he felt a growing pressure settling low in his bowels. “Guess not,” he said, dragging himself to his feet and trudging down the hall to the bathroom.

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Blake snapped a final selfie in the mirror before posting it to all of his various social media pages. He’d never get to see any of the response, but keeping people updated on every facet of his life was pretty much an ingrained tic at this point.

He smiled sweetly as his father Greg entered the room. The older male paused in the doorway, frowning quizzically as he took in Blake’s half naked state. “What’s going on, son?” he chuckled, scratching his beard and closing the door behind him.

Blake stuck his hands out in a ‘ta-dah!’ gesture. “Happy Father’s Day, dad,” he said with a sheepish grin. “I technically didn’t *make* breakfast, you can thank yourself and mom for that, but I still think this is a pretty nice present.”

Greg blinked in surprise. Then, slowly, a soft, touched smile spread across his face. “Son, that’s real thoughtful of you...” He hesitated, frowning sharply. “You’re not just doing this to get out of college, are you?”

Blake shook his head vigorously. “No, no, this is from the heart, dad. Eat up.”

Greg grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Well then, don’t mind if I do. You...mind if I use you to take care of this first?” He reached down to squeeze the sizable bulge in his pants.

Blake blushed furiously, glancing down with a shy shrug. “Umm...sure, that’s ok. Not like it matters to me in the long run, right?”

“That’s right,” Greg said, sitting down in his chair and patting his lap. “Get on over here then, boy.”

An hour later, after pumping Blake full of two loads of cum and gulping him down headfirst, Greg sat rubbing his huge, boy filled belly with a satisfied sigh. *BWAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!* “Could have gone a little lighter on the deodorant, kid, but you were damn tasty! Thanks for the present and don’t go giving your old man indigestion now!”

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Anwar looked glumly in the mirror, turning to the side to examine the rounded swell of his doughy belly. “Guess you got the last laugh, little bro,” he sighed, wiping his forehead and grabbing his shirt, which was almost certain not to fit as well anymore.

He’d been looking for the best option to bulk up, hoping to shorten the road to big gains by opting for one hefty helping of protein instead of regular large meals. His brother fit the bill nicely, and he’d happily crammed the boy kicking and flailing down his throat, sealing him inside forever with a satisfied belch and digesting him down over the next couple days.

Unfortunately, by the end of the week, after some solid workouts and long trips to the bathroom, it was clear that Anwar’s dreams of all the protein going immediately to his muscles was a bit naive. Sure, he’d put on a bit of extra bulk around his chest and biceps, but the majority of the boy had settled firmly as bellyfat. “Gonna have to work even harder to burn off the rest of you,” he glowered, shaking his belly around angrily. “Always had to be such a little shit...”

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Malik glared in exasperation at Samir, feeling stupid as he stood in the middle of the street with his roller blades and knees pads, all by himself. Not as stupid as his big brother looked, at least, the dumb asshole sitting there in the front yard in the broken desk chair the neighbors had thrown out a couple days back, massaging his bellyful of Malik’s best friend with a confused expression.

“What the hell, dude? I just went to the bathroom, and I come back to this?!” Malik snapped, gesturing with his hockey stick.

Samir had the audacity to look like a wounded puppy, all big betrayed eyes and innocent shrugging. “You were in there for half an hour, we got bored!”

“So you *ate* him?” Malik said dryly. Samir shrugged again, looking a little more chastised.

“It was his idea,” Samir said grumpily. “We were talking about how I’m gonna start hitting the gym again, he offered to help me bulk up.”

“That’s fucking stupid. Who am I gonna play with now?”

*uuuuuuuurrrrrp...* Samir belched lazily, then winced as he cocked his leg to let out a barely audible fart. *pfffrrrtttt...* “Ahhh...that’s better.”

“Seriously, already?” Malik pinched his nose in distaste. “You churned him up so fast.”

Samir chuckled, giving his belly a little pat. “This tank cannot be stopped,” he said with a grin. Maliks rolled his eyes and flipped his brother off. He spun around and started skating towards the end of the street. Maybe Noah would be free to play...

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“How’s Lucas doing?” I asked, glancing over as I pulled to a stop at the light.

Zac’s eyes crinkled as he grinned at me, lifting his shirt to expose his bloated belly. I watched as the slow, sluggish movement of some undefinable limb rubbing against the inside of Zac’s gut made a brief impression against the skin. A wet, bubbly gurgle emanated from deep inside. “He’s doing great!” Zac said cheerfully. “Aren’tcha, lil bro?”

“Zac...lemme out,” Lucas whined, pushing out, a light impression of his fist appearing above Zac’s bellybutton. “It smells so bad in here, I’m gagging. This isn’t what I meant when I said I wanted to come with you guys...I can’t feel my legs...”

“That’s because you’re staring to digest, dude,” Zac said, giving his tummy a playful shake. “It’s only gonna smell worse from here on out, since *you’re* gonna stink like shit soon! Just give in already, don’t give me a bellyache.”

I chuckled, reaching out to give Zac’s stomach a rub, my palm grazing across his thick happy trail. “You’re so mean, man,” I said, shaking my head as I turned my attention back ahead as the light turned green.

*BWAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!* Zac leaned close, belching in my ear with a stoned giggle. “S’not my fault! It’s Lucas’s fault for being so damn tasty!” He slapped his gut, laughing as his brother whimpered, letting out another burp and a rank, rumbling fart.

*PFFFFRRRRRRRTTT!*

I groaned and cracked a window.

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Evan stepped out onto the balcony surveying the city, snapping a couple of photos as the wind whistled through the leaves of the trees and the low roar of the nearby highway droned on. This was honestly his favorite part about these Grindr hookups. Sure, the sex could be good, and there was nothing quite the stimulating squirms of his meals after tanking them. And that moment when they finally went still, resigned to their fate as additional bulk on Evan’s body, that was good too.

But still, getting to relax and enjoy their homes, raid their fridges and play their video games, take their stuff, use their toilets. Those little luxuries were Evan’s favorite parts. He smiled as he felt the weight in his belly shifting as his gut continued to churn the once-cute body inside him into thick sludge. He patted his stomach absently, letting out a crass belch as he stepped back inside.

*BWAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!*

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I’d only fallen asleep for a few minutes, or at least I’d intended to. Ultimately it was probably more like an hour. Regardless, when I woke up, my son was nowhere to be found. I searched all over the damn spa looking for him. By the time I returned to the bathhouse, I had a pretty clear idea of what must have happened even before this fellow came emerging from one of the rooms belching lazily and massaging the thoroughly digested lump in his belly.

Hands on my hips, I gave him a disapproving look as he stopped and stared at me guiltily. I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Was it his idea, or yours?” I asked sternly.

The guy winced. “Uh...it w-*UUUURRRP!* It was mine...but he seemed chill enough with it once I got him tucked away.” He gave his sweaty stomach a light slap.

I sighed again, shrugging. What was there to do? No use in crying over spilled milk. “Well, I guess my wife and I can use the college fund to take that trip to Europe we always wanted,” I joked, and we both chuckled before going our own ways.

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I choked as Brent’s cock gushed thick, warm cum into my mouth, forcing myself to swallow it down. I controlled my gag reflex as best as I could, sucking down every drop and licking the residue off the fat head of his dick. Pulling off at last and batting his hand away from its lazy perch on top of my head, I slumped in between his legs in the crevice between the backseat and the passengers chair behind me.

Brent tucked away his junk, sighing happily. “Thanks, bro,” he sneered. “Always can count on you for a good blowie.”

I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Not for the first time, I wondered internally just what it was about gross, pigheaded guys that got me going. As much as I disliked Brent personally, I never really got the same rush from messing around with any of the sweet, doting guys that wanted to properly date me.

Regardless, judging from the smug look on Brent’s face, I didn’t think psychoanalyzing myself was going to matter much very soon. He stuck out his finger, prodding the soft, gentle swell of his belly as it jutted out in front of my face. “As much as I enjoy your special skills, dude, I skipped breakfast this morning,” he chuckled. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I sighed, wincing as Brent’s stomach gurgled noisily. He was acting all faux-polite now, but I could tell he was the sort who would keep gulping down air to prolong my squirming. He’d probably show me off to all his dumbass friends, boasting about how the little homo had practically begged to get churned.

It was an irritating mental image, but also a stimulating one. I guess this was where thinking with my dick got me. I let out a scoff as though I was totally indifferent, trying to preserve at least some measure of dignity as I shed my shirt. “Go ahead,” I said in a bored voice, a flush tinting my cheeks pink as Brent grinned and licked his lips and reached down for me....

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*goooooouuuuuuurrrrrrrggggllluuuurrrrgggrrr...*

Andrew’s belly churned liquidly, the round hairy dome that had been taut to the touch mere hours ago now giving way to softness as the boy inside digested away.

*BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAPP!!* Andrew belched pleasantly, licking his lips with a satisfied smile as he reclined in the backseat of the van. The day had started out quite poorly, with Andrew’s nephew complaining the whole drive over that he was too old for water parks, that “shit like that was for babies,” and that his uncle was a “dumb fat faggot.”

That last bit had soured the mood into less manageable terrain, so Andrew decided in the heat of anger to rid himself of his unpleasant nephew. He bided his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity, then seizing his chance as the boy climbed to the top of the water slides. The older male positioned himself at the bottom, sticking his head inside the exit and opening his mouth wide to greet the brat.

*GULP!* The boy went down smooth, slipping down the long tunnel, straight down his uncle’s throat, down into the gurgling depths of his belly. Smugly satisfied with himself, Andrew retired to the parking lot to finish digesting.

Now, he smiled and rubbed the hairy dome, pleased that the struggles had finally ceased. “You’re never too old to have fun at the water park!” he mocked the digesting boy. “In fact, I’m going to drop you off at the pool before I head home!” He chuckled at his own joke, burping again as he fingered his navel.

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Seth splashed the surface of the water with a flick of his wrist, spreading his arms back over the sides of the tub. The water was tepid but clean; someone had clearly been around recently.

The boy sighed as he glanced up at the dilapidated house in front of him. He honestly couldn’t because this place used to scare him as a kid. The neighborhood boys and him always used to love the urban legends about it being haunted by restless spirits or dangerous monsters. It honestly wasn’t even that scary back then, just one rundown abandoned property on the edge of the neighborhood, but they’d all played it up for each other. Probably just out of boredom.

Later on, after Seth had started high school, there actually were a small handful of disappearances in town. Some boys who vanished without a trace. Naturally, when the cases were never solved, rumors started circulating about the old place. So now, 18 and ready to head off to college and leave this boring town behind, Seth figured he’d check it out for himself, once and for all.

“Just as boring as everything else,” he grumbled, kicking his toes up and splashing some water over the edge of the tub. He paused as a branch cracked close by. He turned, blinking as he saw a shirtless man who looked to be probably in his late 20s or early 30s waking towards him with a mild expression.

“What’s up, man,” the guy said. “What are you doing here?”

Seth blinked again. “Uh, just...I dunno. What are *you* doing here? Who are you?”

The guy shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “My name’s Hector. I just come around here sometimes.”

“I’m Seth. Is this...you don’t own this place do you?” Seth asked.

Hector shook his head. “Nah. But it’s a good place to score an easy meal. He gave his stomach a light pat. Speaking of which, sorry about this, kid, but I’m gonna eat you.”

Seth frowned. “You’re gonna eat me?” He paused as Hector nodded, eyes lighting up as something clicked in his brain. “Wait, so *you’re* responsible for the disappearances? You ate those dudes?”

Hector nodded again. “That’s right. It’s nothing personal though.”

Seth scoffed, slumping slightly in the tub. “Ugh. Figures. This is almost dumber than nothing. I was hoping it was at least a big animal or something if it couldn’t be a ghost.”

Hector’s lips quirked in amusement. “You don’t seem that bothered that I’m going to eat you. You know that means you’re gonna be inside me, right? In here?” He slapped his belly for emphasis. “Means I’m gonna digest you, shit you out. You’re not scared?”

“Whatever, man,” Seth sighed. “It’s just kinda boring, that’s all...”

“Ok then. In you go, kid.” Hector licked his lips, approaching the tub...

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Rosa smiled as she felt the weakening squirming beneath his husband’s swollen abs, giving his belly a gentle kiss. “He seems to be tiring himself out.”

*uuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp...* Hector belched lazily, kissing her cheek as he stood to cross the room, checking the baby monitor to ensure his daughter was sleeping well. “Guess he stopped finding it boring once things got more active in there,” he chuckled, teasingly prodding the bulge of Seth’s body.

“They always do,” Rosa laughed, rolling over to go back to sleep...

******

Seth finally succumbed to digestion two days later, while Hector and his family attended a friend’s pool party. In the end, he conceded that being digested alive was less boring than he’d imagined, though he’d never get the chance to share that thought with anyone.

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It was a day like any other; they were walking along the old trail, the sun shining brightly through the leaves, birds chirping up above. And then Cole said, “So I was thinking we should break up.”

Brad felt his blood turn to ice in his veins, turning to his boyfriend with wide eyes. It was less the spoken sentiment that itself was so alarming (though it was certainly unexpected; he thought things had been going well) than the unspoken implication that both men were acutely aware of.

“C’mon, babe, you don’t mean that,” Brad chuckled nervously. He glanced around, feeling his heart beating faster as it suddenly sunk in that this was why Cole had suggested a walk in the woods, away from prying eyes. “J-just talk to me about what’s on your mind.”

Cole blinked impassively up at him, his cute face belying his dark intentions. “What’s on my mind? What’s on my mind is that we’ve gotten stale. Too routine. I’m bored, sooo...you’re going in here.” He pulled up the hem of his shirt, displaying his lean tummy. So matter of fact.

Brad sank to his knees, reaching out with shaking hands to unbutton Cole’s pants. He didn’t try to run. He’d been there when Cole had broken up with his last boyfriend, he knew there was no point. He reigned in his panic, looking up earnestly, pleadingly. “I’ll s-suck you off! Right here, in public! That’s kinky, right?”

Cole curled a hand around the back of Brad’s head, stroking his buzzed head tenderly. “I like you, Brad. You’re hot, you smell nice, you have a nice dick. But you’re too boring for me.” He pulled Brad closer, pressing his head against his lean abs. “So I’m gonna gobble you up now, ok? You’ll like it in there, it’ll be nice and snug. Trust me, I know what’s best.”

Brad whimpered as Cole’s belly let out an audible growl. “Pl-please, Cole...” He made an embarrassingly unmanly squeak as his now-ex’s mouth descended over his head. The whole thing was frighteningly fast, Cole’s powerful throat’s suction and peristalsis dragging Brad down into the slimy dark depths of his twinky tummy.

*UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!* Brad cried out in fear as the slick walls squeezed in around him. Cole was saying something and Brad could feel the pressure of rubbing hands massaging over the big bulge he was making in the other male’s gut, but he could only focus on the loud gurgling and painful squeeze of Cole’s tight abs around him. “Cole! Cole, baby, pl-“

*BWAAAAUUUURRRRRRP!* Another rumbling belch shut Brad up, crunching him so tight that he had to gasp for breath, choking on the rank air inside the sloshing stomach. His eyes filled with tears, feeling his clothes rapidly dissolving off his body, his hard earned muscles starting to go numb as Cole’s body mercilessly digested him. The bulge of his body growing tighter and smaller, until-

*UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!*

Come sat on the bench at the edge of the woods, licking his lips and patting the squishy bulge that used to be Brad. “Delicious...”

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It wasn’t much of a surprise to find Lane and Dylan curled up together on the pull-out couch the morning after the party, room reeking of sex. I’d known for a while that Lane had wanted to fuck Dylan, and Lane always got what he wanted.

He lifted his head slightly, blinking blearily up at me, his arms still wrapped around Dylan’s chest. “Wassup?” he mumbled. “Morning already?”

I snorted. “You want in on breakfast?” I asked.

Lane smiled sleepily. “Nah, I’ve got myself covered, bro.” He winked and made a big show of licking a wet stripe along Dylan’s neck, eliciting a soft sound from the other male.

I shrugged and turned down the hall for the kitchen. I whistled cheerfully to myself as I cracked some eggs over a pan on the stovetop, ignoring the sudden muffled sounds of panic and noisy gulping from the other room. I seasoned the eggs, watched them sizzle in the oil, then flipped them as Lane’s satisfied belch echoed out from the living room.

*UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRAAAAAPP!!*