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safehaven2 · 1 month
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Another vore story inspired by a fun roleplay! Two bros, Jared and Porter, have dinner together, and Porter becomes part of the menu.
Jared and Porter met through a mutual friend who had invited them both over to watch a game a few weeks ago. The pair vibed well with each other and decided to hang out a few more times, which leads us to the main event, or should I say - feast.
Porter came over to Jared’s flat for another game. By the end of their little watch party, the pair of them were starving and Jared suggested Porter stay for dinner.
“I don’t wanna put you out, I can wait to make something when I get home,” Porter replied to him.
“Plenty of food right here, my guy,” Jared said, placing a rather large hand on Porter’s shoulder.
Porter shrugged. Why not stay? Jared got to work making enough fried rice, vegetables, and chicken, to feed a sizable commune.
“I haven’t gotten in meal prep, but I hear it can be super helpful during the week,” Porter said, assuming Jared was making lots of extra to freeze and have later on.
“Oh? Buddy, I don’t think I meal prep in the way you’re thinking. I could eat all this food and more,” Jared said, slapping his gut, and jiggling his 400 pound frame.
Porter lifted his eyebrows slightly, impressed by the big man’s hunger. He offered to help prepare the food, but Jared brushed him off.
“All you gotta do is relax. I got you,” Jared replied, patting Porter on the back. As Jared got close to Porter he could smell his natural scent, and his stomach began to rumble loudly.
A kitchen timer later, Jared and Porter were back on the couch eating huge portions of the dinner together out of oversized mixing bowls. In what seemed like only seconds, Jared tipped the bowl back into his mouth and swallowed the last of the food. Jared got up, and got another helping… and another… and another…
“Hey, should I fry up some sausages? I could do with something thicker sliding down my throat,” Jared suggested.
Porter, who was still working on his first bowl of fried rice and assorted veggies and such, replied, “I think I’m good, this bowl is great for now.” Porter watched Jared get up and get to work again, frying sausages and absent mindedly rubbing his gurgling belly, just barely beginning to distend. Jared didn't even stop to put the sausages on a plate, but just turned off the heat, and swallowed them each whole in succession, then chugged a large glass of water.
Jared came back and crashed onto the couch, rubbing his belly in a clockwise motion. It gurgled and groaned, beginning to digest the monster amount of food inside.
“Are you still hungry or is your belly just gurgling as it digests that big meal?” Porter asked, in awe of the belly in front of him, rising and falling with Jared’s breath.
“Bro, I’m always hungry, sure it’s digesting, but it could always welcome more,” Jared replied, “Hey you gonna finish that?” Jared said pointing at the half eaten bowl of food Porter had been holding. Porter shrugged again with a smirk and handed it over to Jared, who threw back the bowl into his mouth and swallowed the rest whole.
“Hey - I think there was a fork still in there,” Porter started, but Jared burped and chuckled at Porter.
“Caught it with my tongue,” Jared replied, placing down the fork.
A moment passed, filled with the sounds of belly gurgles and breathing. Porter broke the silence, “You know those intrusive thoughts - or is it impulsive - whatever it is,”
“I know what you’re saying.”
“Yeah those thoughts - I just had the random urge to put my ear to your belly and hear those gurgles up close,” Porter said with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, was that weird?”
“Yeah, it was weird,” Jared replied, “But why not, go ahead bro,” Jared slapped his gut and it let out a bigger gurgle.
Porter felt committed to the bit now, and leaned in close and put his ear to Jared’s gurgling belly. The stomach reverberated through him, making him shiver slightly. Porter considered the fascinating human stomach, and how it’s basically a big balloon inside us.
“I wonder how much more you could fit inside,” Porter said under his breath, rubbing Jared’s belly, “What else do you have in the kitchen? There’s bound to be something more in this house to satiate you.”
Jared took a deep breath, smelling Jared’s hair and neck, and realized his mouth was beginning to water again, Jared had an impulse himself and leaned forward a little to put his mouth close to Porter’s head, then shook himself out of it, “Food, in the kitchen, yeah, I have some grapes in the fridge I think.”
Porter got up, volunteering to grab the grapes, and glanced back to see Jared’s face looking after him with a hunger in his eyes. Porter thought to pluck some grapes off their vine, but then decided to just bring the entire container to Jared instead. He glanced over at Jared and saw him licking his lips, and was surprised to realize he could hear Jared’s stomach gurgles all the way in the kitchen.
“I’m curious, what’s the most you’ve eaten in one sitting?” Porter asks, as he hands the grapes to Jared, who slows down his intake by having just a few at a time, swallowing the clusters whole.
“One sitting? Hard to guage… probably that buffet…” Jared considered, swallowing another bunch of grapes with a slurping sound.
Porter watched as the lump in Jared’s throat traveled down and landed with a little plopping sound, barely audible over the gurgling. “How many plates did you eat at the buffet?”
“Plates?” Jared replied with a smirk, “Hmm if I had to count, maybe like 150?”
“150 Plates?!” Porter realized he was beginning to show a hard on through his pants, and shifted a bit to hide it. “Man you could probably swallow a whole cart of food and still have room to down a waiter!”
“How did you - what do you mean a waiter?” Jared looked puzzled.
Porter laughed, “Well, yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound like making fun of you, I think it’s cool how much capacity your stomach must have.” Porter realized his heart was racing, “Honestly you could eat me and barely noticed a dent in your gut.”
Jared looked at Porter with a serious expression that melted into a curious smile, “You - you want me to - eat you?” His mouths continued to water, and his heart began racing aswell.
Porter shivered, “No - like - I mean you could, but like - it’s a joke,” Porter replied with more unconvincing laughter. Porter wondered if this was some strange foreplay for sex. Jared wondered if Porter’s hesitation was foreplay for vore. To be safe, Jared shrugged it off.
“I’m just messing with you, bro,” he said, “I mean you do look pretty tasty, don’t get me wrong, but it’s chill, bro,” Jared said looking Porter up and down, rubbing his gut and thinking of the quickest way he could get him down into his gullet.
Porter took a deep breath, looking at Jared’s belly, mesmerized. “If you could, I mean like - do you really think you could eat me? Like swallow me whole?” Porter looked up to Jared’s hungry eyes. “That’s crazy, isn’t it?” Porter asked, beginning to hope it wasn’t crazy at all.
Without even realizing he was doing it, Porter got up and straddled Jared, putting both of his hands to the sides of Jared’s belly, rubbing it, and lifting his shirt up to get a better feel of it. It was a gorgeous belly. He wondered if he could fit in it.
Jared’s stomach gave a particularly loud rumble “Hey, I’m still hungry, those grapes didn’t hit the spot.”
Porter looked up at his eyes and spoke slowly “Well - maybe an extra 250 pounds - of man might do the trick.” He smiled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
“Only one way to find out,” Jared replied, taking his shirt off, and helping Porter begin to strip as well. Porter took a deep breath to slow his anticipatory shaking, leaned down and kissed Jared’s belly. Jared gets up and motions for Porter to sit back on the couch.
Jared took Porter’s feet up and opened his mouth wide, leaning forward over them and swallowing hard. Porter shivered, his feet being tickled by Jared’s tongue, uvula and then tightly squeezed down his throat. Jared swallowed hard again, leaning forward and Porter felt his body lift off the couch momentarily as Jared pulled him deeper.
Jared and Porter shared a look of shock, surprised how easily Porter was sliding down Jared’s gullet. Jared’s shock turned to determination as he grabbed Porter’s sides and shoved them deeper into his mouth. Porter felt Jared’s saliva coating his legs as they were tightly squeezed down his throat. It was like getting deepthroated in the most literal sense.
“Wow you're mouth can really stretch!” Porter said, inbetween heavy breaths and sensual moaning. Jared replied with some mumbled exclamations, and his stomach replied with another large gurgle. The pressure of Jared’s throat let up on Porter’s toes and feet, as they plunged into a mixture of the dinner and grapes they ate before.
“I'm beginning - to think - you might be able - to actually - eat me” Porter breathed out in amixture of sensual elation and panic. His hands grabbed hold of Jared’s belly from the outside, almost subconsciously looking for an anchor to the world outside, as he came to the realization that he was still getting eaten. Jared’s stomach growled in protestation.
“Man, that was so hot - but maybe we should slow down. My legs are already feeling a bit cramped inside, I don't wanna puncture your stomach!” Porter said, his legs squirming around inside Jared’s belly and pushing against the stomach walls, as his hands feel them from the outside.
Jared’s eyes close in pure contentment that you might see on someone breaking their fast. He moans and gulps once again, pulling Porter’s torso into his throat. Porter tried to take a deep breath but couldn't expand his chest with the growing pressure of Jared’s throat. Instead he let’s out a little air in the form of a submissive moan. Jared moaned aswell in some sort of meditative trance, as his gut filled out over his knees. Porter tried jerking his hips and torso to pull Jared to his senses, but that only managed to pull him deeper into Jared’s body faster. 
Jared finally opened his eyes and stared at Porter’s eyes, just inches away from his. They locked eyes for what seemed to be hours. Jared contemplated what to do next, whether to try and let Porter go, or swallow him down like the tasty food he could be. Porter felt mild relief at the pause, but also a bit of disappointment. Even though the prospect of digestion was scary… it was also kind of enticing. Jared still stayed frozen in though, so Porter wriggled a little more.
Jared’s eyes softened almost in a puppy dog fashion, begging for Porter to give in. Porter glared seriously for a moment, then almost smirked with his eyebrows. Why not keep going?
Porter relaxed his body again, allowing gravity to pull him down further. Jared took the opportunity and stood up, letting Porter’s body slump down into his gut with gravity taking over completely. Jared tilted his head back easily, just like he was throwing back a bowl of fried rice. The rest of Porter’s body slid easily down his gullet and filled out his belly. Jared fell back onto the couch with a heavy flop, letting out a roaring belch as he pat his stomach.
“Ooof man, you were delicious, thanks for filling this gut up,” Jared said after a well-deserved deep breath. Porter curled up into a ball, and smelled the mix of aromatic foods, mixed with stomach acid.
“Man this is hot - really hot - but does this mean I’m gonna get - you know - digested?” Porter asked?
Jared stretched out and replied with a yawn “Weeellll,” the word echoed all around Porter, “You are food now…” Jared felt the bumps around his belly where Porter’s body was distending it. Porter felt the stomach walls constrict and relax around him, kneading his body like all the food before him.
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“Wow… so you really did eat 150 plates at the buffet,” Porter began, “I thought that was just hyperbole.
“Don’t forget the waiter!” Jared replied.
“Wait, you’ve eaten guys before?”
“Only like two times,” Jared began, “That guy at the buffet caught me in a moment of pure carnal hunger,” Jared continued, reminicing thoughtfully on the most full belly he had ever had, “And well - you know that guy who introduced us? That man covered himself in bean dip and literally asked me to devour him.”
“Wow… that’s kinda hot,” Porter replied.
“I know right? And now you, so that makes three. Willing food is the best. Wish I could eat you over again.” Jared enjoyed the thought of eating Porter again, along with ice cream, a tray of more rice, and began to consider driving to a buffet again and going for round two.
“Well if you let me out… I think I could be persuaded to get back in another time…” Porter said.
“Really?” Jared said curiously.
“Maybe next time, you could just put me in a tub of fried rice instead of eating one after the other…”
“I’m liking your creativity… But for now let’s just enjoy this moment. Let me know when my stomach acid becomes too much for you.”
“Will do,” Porter replied… excited for the prospect of having time to process getting eaten, and make it an even better experience.
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safehaven2 · 1 month
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Life on the edge
It's difficult not being a pred. I'm out here, 24 years old and practically a sitting duck every day if I don't do something about it. I come from a big family of preds too, so it's a little embarrassing really. Both my brothers are preds and regularly talk about their 'conquests', as are all my male cousins. It just never happened with me, though. The power to eat guys seemed to just appear in others some time during puberty; but with me there was nothing. Nor did I have any desire to eat guys; I'm much more happy watching someone else get eaten, and letting my mind race at the possibility of what's going on inside that powerful ass, belly or balls.
And that was how I survived. Whenever my brothers were looking at me a little too maliciously I'd invite a friend over and they'd never be seen from again. I'd press my ear to my brothers' belly or play with his balls as they were digested down into mulch and I loved it. Listening to the belches, the groaning and feeling the squirming of the man inside them that was soon to be a part of something much bigger.
It's taught me a thing or two, as well, about how to approach preds when you're a potential meal yourself. I'm dating one, Tyler, which people say is always a huge mistake because he'll inevitably eat me as they always do no matter how much they love you. But we've been going 6 years strong now and it's all about staying in control of their appetite. Is it always fun losing countless friends, co-workers and occasionally family members to his body? Not always, but it's worth it to see him happy, and to see them disappear into nothing.
That brings me to today. I was getting a lift home after work from my chatty co-worker, Cameron. He's nice and he means well but God, he gets tiring, especially when he's talking about his love of all things natural. Nature's interesting, and all, but I can't be bothered to listen to it for the almost hour long drive back to our town. That's when my phone buzzed and the opportunity arose.
"Babe, I'm starving. Can you bring me a snack on your way home?" I smirked a little and looked over at Cameron, chatting away with no idea that his fate had just been sealed.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you wanted to stop at mine for a drink before you head back to yours? You're always kind enough to give me a lift home and I wanted to say thank you." I said, hoping he'd take the bait. He did.
"Sure! You sure your boyfriend won't mind?" Cameron asked. I just smiled. "Nah, he'd love to have you" I responded, smiling inwardly. The rest of the drive went pretty quickly, and before we knew it we were pulling up to my place where one hungry stomach waited inside.
"Only me, and I brought company!" I said, throwing my keys in the pot. Cameron and I moved into the front room, where Tyler was waiting, eagerly with his shirt off and belly exposed. "This is Cameron! A work friend I thought I'd bring home for a bite to eat." At that I heard Tyler's stomach rumble and knew he was satisfied with a new sacrifice.
"Come sit next to me, Cameron" he said, beckoning my colleague over. Cameron walked over, a little nervous as he sat next to my shirtless boyfriend. He chuckled nervously and was about to say something before he was cut off. I'd never seen Tyler move so fast but somehow in a matter of seconds Cameron was naked. He looked confused and briefly turned on before I watched his head disappear.
I still couldn't believe how fast Tyler was, he must've been starving. By the time Cameron realised what was happening, though, it was too late. He waved his arms around in a panic before Tyler stood up and lifted his naked body off the ground. Cameron had sprouted an erection in the confusion, which Tyler beckoned me towards. I walked over and worked my magic as always.
Confused shouting quickly turned to muffled moans of enjoyment as I took Cameron's surprisingly large cock in my mouth. Some pred's like a hard cock as they consume their prey but Tyler says it just feels uncomfortable going down, so I always finish his meals off for him before he finishes them off for good. I was sucking underneath Cameron and Tyler for a minute or so, watching as he was slowly pulled in, like a cobra devouring a small mammal.
I always love watching Tyler's neck distend and change shape as he takes his prey in, watching the outline of their bodies move towards their demise. Soon enough Cameron let out a final moan, concluding his final orgasm. As he continued to slide down I felt my own cock beginning to stiffen. I watched in awe, it always feels like some special kind of magic, as Tyler's stomach began to shift and grow under the mass of Cameron's body.
By now he was up to his waist and Tyler was really picking up the pace. His stomach was growling angrily as it felt its meal getting closer and closer. I watched as gravity began to work its magic along with Tyler; Cameron practically tumbled into the gaping mouth and hungry belly he was soon to become a part of. As his feet dangled out of Tyler's mouth, my boyfriend worked at me in that flirty, cheeky fashion I've come to know and love so much.
He pushed Cameron's feet in and gave a final *gulp,* completing the growth of his powerful belly. Tyler smiled at me, looking full and content. Moments later out shot an ear splitting BOUUUUUUURP right in my face. My cock stiffened more as I smelt the cologne of my former college mixed with the inside of my boyfriend's stomach. I leaned over and kissed Tyler, who gladly accepted, shoving his tongue down my throat.
As the kiss broke I moved down to his belly, kissing and rubbing it with wonder and eagerness. From inside I could hear the screams of Cameron. He was clearly trying to say something but Tyler's fat and stomach walls muffled him beyond comprehension.
"Comfy in there?" I asked Tyler's belly. In response I got a punch, or a kick, from inside. I squeezed and kneaded the stomach, feeling Cameron's skinny frame inside while Tyler's belly rumbled away. Pressing my ear to his gut I heard a faint "Let me out! What've you done to me?!" I smiled up at Tyler, who was looking at me with affection.
"You always bring the best boys" he said to me, stroking my hair. "Where would I be without you?" He looked down at me warmly. I'm not a fool, I know if the boys stopped he'd eat me. But I also know he loves me, and even if he did decide to wolf me down I know it wouldn't be out of simple hunger. But that's what life on the edge is like, you risk being eaten every day. No matter how well you worship a pred you still have the potential to be just another meal.
As I looked up at him I felt his stomach rumble and the digestion began to kick in. I moved down onto Tyler's crotch and began stroking his stiff hardon. I looked at his huge cock, which he could easily stuff me down if he wanted, for a moment before taking him in my mouth. Like with Cameron, it only took a minute before he was pumping his perfect load into my mouth. I swallowed it all, before moving back up to his belly.
As I did I began pushing my own cock onto Tyler's gut. Which was still moving independently as Cameron trashed around frantically. After a few thrusts I was leaking cum all over the round, perfect belly while Cameron continued to scream away inside. I could tell the digestion was beginning. I gave my boyfriend a final kiss before both of our eyes became heavy and we drifted off to sleep together in the front room for a post work (and for him, meal) nap, listening to Cameron's muffled cries behind Tyler's stomach.
An hour or so later we woke up. Tyler's belly was notably softer than it had been earlier. I pushed against his belly and felt a mild crunching. Clearly whatever was left of Cameron had just disintegrated and was about to make its way through Tyler's intestines. We both got up and went to the bathroom admiring Tyler's big belly in the mirror. I gave him another kiss on the cheek and he smiled at me.
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"We'll need to do something about Cameron's car" I said, giggling slightly.
"Oh yeah, and you'll need a new lift" he smirked. "I'll take you there and bring you home in the meantime." We both laughed as Tyler shook his belly, which sloshed as it processed more of Cameron's body. I love my boyfriend, and I love living life on the edge.
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“Well now, fancy seeing you here!”
The voice that called out to me across the beach was one that haunted me. It was my old ‘buddy’ Brett from college, who’d coincidentally decided upon the same holiday destination as me. He approached me with a gregarious grin and open arms, but I wasn’t prepared to respond with the same friendliness. The reason I drifted apart from this notorious pred was his tendency to swallow me even when I refused. He always treated me like a quick bite to eat, using me to keep him full until he could have a proper meal.
Before I could escape, Brett hugged me tightly against his soft, sweaty body. I knew exactly what was about to happen as he slowly licked up my neck and face, but I was too weak to break out of his clutches. “It’s been years since I last enjoyed my favourite snack. In fact, I think I need a reminder of how tasty you are…”
Without hesitation, Brett grabbed my head and shoved it into his dark, drooling maw, getting a decent taste before swallowing. He stuffed my squirming body down his throat, lubing me up with saliva as his tongue savoured my familiar taste. After polishing off my torso, he gripped the waistband of my shorts and loosened the elastic enough for his throat muscles alone to causally slide my legs out of them.
Brett pulled my shorts past my ankles and tossed them aside, brushing the sand off my feet before swallowing them so he could enjoy their pure flavour. He belched loudly and laughed as my entire body collapsed into his gut, cradling its extra size and weight in his arms. “There we go, exactly where you belong. Dinner isn’t for a few hours, so I hope you’re ready for a long stay!”
I’d forgotten how awful it was inside Brett’s stomach until now, having to deal with the noisy gurgling and sweltering heat. The bastard kept shaking his gut around throughout the day, just so he could enjoy the feeling of me shifting around to get comfortable again. I think I’ll be cutting my holiday short once he finally lets me out of here!
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I don’t mind some light bondage now and again, so I didn’t see any problem with my hands getting tied to the bed frame behind me. Since this guy’s chubby body was considerably larger than mine, that also helped to reinforce the dominance he exerted over me.
He first straddled my chest between his chunky thighs, pressing his pudgy belly into my face with only short breaks to breathe in between. Eventually he shuffled back so that he could lean in for a passionate kiss, moaning as his tongue danced with my own. The real fun started when his mouth began to explore the rest of my body, working its way slowly down my neck and across my chest. He teased my cock and balls with a single lick of his broad tongue, before trailing saliva down my legs and reaching his final destination.
I squirmed as he gave my feet an attentive massage with his mouth, making my body tremble as his tongue tickled my soles and slathered them with drool. My feet were so wet and slippery after his playing around, it only took a second to suck them straight past his lips and gulp them down. The man crawled along the bed while he continued to feed my legs into his hungry maw, all my writhing around doing nothing to aid my escape.
I was restrained from both ends: rope tied securely around my hands, and the tight grip of his throat muscles around my lower half. I watched as his gut hung lower as the weight of my body was added to it, all the way until my head was captured within his dripping cavern of a mouth. He cut my restraints before he leaned upright and tilted back his head, greedily slurping my arms down his gullet and belching as the last piece of his prey hit the bottom of his stomach.
Being trapped inside his gut was way more bondage than I’d signed up for, but all my complaining and begging was easy to ignore behind the noise of his stomach breaking me down.
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safehaven2 · 2 months
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More Than Neighbors
A commission for an anonymous user here on Tumblr, thank you for commissioning me!
Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Endo, Digestion, Melting Digestion, Multiple Instances of Vore, burping
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The sun cast a warm glow over the new neighborhood as Jake and Andrew arrived at their freshly leased apartment. The building, a quaint three-story structure, stood proudly with a coat of welcoming beige paint. As they stepped inside, the scent of fresh paint tickled their noses—a sign that this place was truly their canvas to fill.
The apartment had a cozy charm, with sunlight streaming through the large windows that adorned the living room. The kitchen, though compact, exuded a functional elegance, complete with gleaming appliances and granite countertops. A promising beginning to their life together.
With an exchange of glances and a shared smile, Jake and Andrew embarked on a rhythm of unpacking. The air was charged with the excitement of new beginnings. The sound of cardboard boxes being shuffled and furniture being arranged reverberated through the apartment.
Jake's lively voice, filled with enthusiasm, echoed, "Babe, I'm thinking the couch should go right here, what do you say?"
Andrew, a bit more measured in his responses, replied, "Yeah, that works. Gives a nice view of the TV and opens up the space."
Their shared brainstorming intertwined with the mundane yet significant task of setting up their home. Little did they know that this cozy abode would soon become the stage for a more unconventional kind of interaction with their neighbor. Or, at the very least, one that Jake attempted to hide really well.
"I'd love to stay and help, but I've got to go to work. Maybe wait on the heavier tasks till I'm back home, and set up what you can until then," Andrew suggested, a hint of regret in his voice as duty called him away.
Jake nodded, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Sure thing, babe. I'll leave the heavy lifting for when my strong man is back in action." He winked playfully, earning a chuckle from Andrew.
As Andrew prepared to head out the door, Jake couldn't resist a mischievous comment, "Thinking of greeting our neighbors later. You know, being the friendly new guy in the building."
Andrew shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. "Just don't get into any trouble. And no overly friendly offers, alright?" he quipped.
Jake feigned innocence, a twinkle in his eye. "Who, me? Never!" he teased, giving Andrew a quick peck on the cheek before sending him off to work with a playful swat on the butt. "Hey, I just want to make sure we're on good terms with everyone around here. Plus, who knows, maybe they're super cool."
With a peck on Jake's cheek, Andrew replied, "Alright, social butterfly. Do us proud. See you later, okay?"
"Sure thing. Have a good day at work!" Jake replied, continuing the mundane task of unboxing their many sentimental objects for the next hour.
Jake took a moment in the shiny new bathroom, adjusting his hair and shirt. He wanted to make a good first impression, not just for himself but also for Andrew. With a deep breath, he looked at himself in the mirror, nodding as if giving himself a mental pep talk.
Feeling ready, Jake strolled out of the apartment, locking the door behind him, and headed for the next door. It felt a bit odd, making the rounds so soon, but he figured it was better to know his neighbors sooner rather than later.
Arriving at the door, he took another moment, clearing his throat and then knocked twice. The anticipation was a mix of nerves and excitement, not knowing who would answer the door.
The door creaked open, revealing a man with a dad bod, dressed in a blue gym shirt that depicted a muscular guy lifting, paired with black shorts. The shirt hugged his form in a way that accentuated his physique rather than hiding it, and the casual attire only added to the relaxed charm he exuded. This was Thomas, the neighbor Jake was about to get to know.
"Hey there!" Thomas greeted, a friendly smile on his face. "You must be the new neighbor. I'm Thomas." He extended a hand, a firm handshake revealing the calluses of someone who might hit the gym often.
"Jake," he replied, returning the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Thomas."
Thomas chuckled a bit, the friendly tone still lingering. "Likewise, Jake. So, what brings you to this side of the building?"
Jake shifted slightly, feeling a bit shy under Thomas's friendly gaze. "Just moved in with my boyfriend, Andrew, next door. Thought I'd say hi to the neighbors."
"Ah, the happy couple! Welcome to the neighborhood," Thomas said, rubbing his chin playfully. "You know, you're lucky to have me as a neighbor. I'm like the unofficial welcoming committee around here."
Jake grinned, finding Thomas's confidence oddly endearing. "Well, lucky us then. Thanks for the warm welcome."
Thomas leaned against the door frame, his demeanor casual but with a hint of self-assuredness. "No problem at all. Say, why don't you come in? I was just about to make some tea. A little neighborly chat won't hurt."
Jake hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist the friendly offer. "Sure, why not? Tea sounds good."
The apartment had a pleasant aroma of warmth and familiarity as Thomas led Jake in. It was a cozy space with an inviting feel, making Jake feel a bit more at ease. Thomas moved effortlessly to the small kitchenette, pulling out two cups and preparing tea.
"Here you go, Jake," Thomas said, handing over one of the steaming cups. "I've got a knack for tea, so enjoy."
"Thanks," Jake replied, taking a sip, the warmth of the tea comforting in his hands. "You've got a nice place here."
Thomas grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, it's my little bachelor pad. Not as neat as it could be, but it's home."
They exchanged pleasantries, Jake finding himself drawn to Thomas's charismatic demeanor. The conversation flowed easily, with Thomas expressing genuine interest in getting to know his new neighbor. At one point, Jake couldn't help but voice a thought that had been lingering in his mind.
"You know, Thomas, you're a pretty interesting guy," Jake said, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, well, quite attractive."
Thomas's response was a cocky smirk, as if he'd expected the compliment. "I get that a lot, and for good reason."
Jake blushed slightly, his admission out in the open. "I hope I'm not being too forward or anything. It's just, you seem like a cool guy."
Thomas chuckled, the cocky edge still present. "No worries, Jake. I can handle a compliment. And cool? I'll take it. We'll have to hang out more, get to know each other better. Maybe introduce me to that boyfriend of yours."
Jake nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, that sounds great. Andrew would love to meet you, I'm sure."
With that, the conversation continued, the two sharing stories and laughter, the bond between neighbors growing stronger. Little did Jake know that the more time he spent with Thomas, the deeper his fascination would become. Jake couldn't stop eye-ing his neighbor's dad bod, and especially his slightly protruding belly, which was cozy and inviting.
"What's up?" Thomas said, noticing Jake's attraction to his body and his extended silence.
"Say, Thomas," Jake spoke, his voice a little shaken and apprehensive. "I was wondering if you could… You know," He said, avoiding his neighbor's direct gaze. "Swallow me up?"
The revelation hung in the air, creating a moment of awkward tension between Jake and Thomas. Jake's request was so unexpected that even Thomas, with his confident demeanor, was momentarily taken aback.
"Swallow you up?" Thomas repeated, a bemused expression crossing his face.
Jake, realizing how unusual his request sounded, quickly began to backtrack. "Oh, uh, sorry. That was a weird thing to say. I just thought, you know, it's been a long day with all the moving, and I thought it might be a way to relax. Forget I said anything."
Thomas, recovering from his initial surprise, chuckled. "Hey, no need to apologize. That's definitely one way to unwind. But, you know, what about your boyfriend? Shouldn't he be the one you'd want to spend your evening with?"
Jake hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if searching for an excuse. "Andrew's at work. He won't be back for hours. I figured it might be a good time, you know?"
Thomas raised an eyebrow, the cocky smirk returning. "Well, well, looks like I've got some competition with your boyfriend's schedule. Alright, Jake, let's give it a try. Why not?"
Jake's eyes widened in surprise, the realization sinking in that Thomas was actually considering his bizarre request. He stammered, "Wait, really?"
Thomas chuckled again, approaching Jake with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, really. I was beginning to think the tea in me could use some company." He teased.
As Thomas moved closer, Jake felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did he know that this seemingly casual decision would set the stage for a series of events that would reshape the dynamics of their relationships in ways he couldn't have imagined.
Thomas's demeanor shifted, and a dominant aura enveloped him as he towered over Jake. With a wicked grin, he leaned in, his tongue emerging to sensually trace patterns across Jake's face, leaving a glossy trail of saliva in its wake.
Jake, caught in a mix of surprise and arousal, felt a shiver run down his spine. The dominant display was more than he had bargained for, but there was a certain allure to Thomas's confident and commanding presence.
As Thomas continued to lick, his teasing commentary echoed through the room. "You wanted to relax, right? Well, I'm here to make sure it's a memorable experience for you."
Jake, unable to resist the heat building within him, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I… I wanted something different."
Thomas, seemingly pleased with Jake's response, opened his mouth wide. The sight of those teeth, the expanse of his tongue, and the moist interior of his mouth created a mesmerizing spectacle. Jake, transfixed, felt a combination of excitement and anticipation.
With deliberate slowness, Thomas brought his open mouth closer to Jake's head, giving him a teasing pause. "Ready for the next part?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Jake, feeling the heat of the moment, nodded again. "Yeah, go for it."
Thomas didn't waste any time. He extended his tongue and, with a deliberate and sensual motion, began swallowing Jake's head. The sensation was unlike anything Jake had experienced before—being enveloped by warmth, the pressure increasing gradually as he slid further into Thomas's mouth.
As Jake descended into the darkness, he couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the act. The feeling of Thomas's teeth grazing against his skin, the wetness of his tongue, and the gentle pressure surrounding him created a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, and he couldn't be more grateful that he had been forward with his request.
Thomas relished the sensation of Jake's head nestled within the confines of his mouth. The warm, tight space engulfed Jake, and Thomas couldn't resist savoring the unique flavors that each part of his captive offered.
With a deliberate and practiced motion, Thomas began the process of swallowing Jake further. His hands, which had initially rested casually on Jake's torso, now came into play. Fingers pressed gently into Jake's sides, aiding the swallowing process and ensuring a smooth descent.
The fabric of Thomas's shirt stretched as Jake's form traveled lower, gradually disappearing into the voracious depths of Thomas's mouth. The sensation of Jake's descent was hot, tight, and surprisingly intimate. Thomas's throat worked rhythmically, each gulp accompanied by a low, satisfied hum.
As Jake's upper body passed the point of no return, Thomas reveled in the feel of his buttocks. The firm, plump curves were a tantalizing delight, and Thomas couldn't resist using his hands to savor the moment. Fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, ensuring every inch of Jake was embraced by the consuming journey.
Thomas's thick hands squeezed Jake's buttocks inside his mouth, relishing the feeling of the soft flesh yielding to his grasp. The act was both sensual and commanding, a testament to the control Thomas exerted over the devouring process.
As Thomas continued the deliberate swallowing, the bulge in his throat expanded, signaling Jake's gradual descent into the depths of his belly. The once-taut fabric of Thomas's shirt now strained and stretched, barely containing the increasing mass within. The sight was both enticing and provocative, the visible contours of Jake's form pressing against the fabric.
GULP!
With each successive gulp, Jake's head popped beneath the surface of Thomas's belly, causing a noticeable bulge from the outside. The fabric of Thomas's shirt clung desperately to the expanding mass within, the tight material pulled upward by the gravitational pull of Jake's journey into the man's digestive abyss.
The struggle of the fabric against the growing bulge was accentuated by the relentless swallowing. Thomas's throat worked with practiced precision, each gulp drawing Jake further into the churning depths of his belly. The once-cocky bachelor now seemed entirely consumed by the act, his concentration evident in the rhythmic motions of his throat.
The tight shirt, now strained beyond its limits, surrendered to the pressure. With a final, audible rip, the fabric gave way, exposing Thomas's expanding midsection. The bulge, no longer restrained by clothing, continued its ascent, offering a visual spectacle of Jake's gradual submersion into Thomas's digestive embrace.
Thomas's belly was much more pronounced with Jake entirely swallowed up, showcasing his curled up form beneath the bachelor's muscles. He rubbed his belly, moaning, as he let out a huge burp.
BuuuUuUuUuUuUrPPP!!
Thomas grinned, running a hand over his now exposed belly, the remnants of his torn shirt hanging from his waistband. "Well, shit, there goes my favorite gym shirt. And I thought it was tear-resistant. You owe me a new one."
He looked down at Jake's bulge inside him, the corners of his mouth curling up mischievously. "But, you know, it's worth it, just to have you all cozy in there, buddy."
Thomas reclined on his couch, feeling the subtle weight of Jake nestled within him. The torn shirt hung around his waist as a makeshift reminder of their unusual encounter. He ran a hand over his rounded belly, savoring the comforting fullness.
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As hours passed, Jake found a peculiar coziness within Thomas's belly. His words, though muffled by the fleshy confines, conveyed a sense of contentment. "So damn cozy in here," Jake's voice reverberated, the sounds dulled by the warm expanse of Thomas's belly.
The bachelor lounged, occasionally shifting in a way that cradled Jake further within him. Thomas chuckled, responding to the muffled remarks. "Yeah? Glad you're enjoying it, buddy. Just chill. We got time, and let me know when that boyfriend of yours is about to come."
Hours drifted lazily by as Thomas continued to chill on his couch, occasionally rubbing his belly as if patting a pet that lay within. Jake, within the comfortable confines of Thomas's belly, began to squirm subtly. His muffled sounds conveyed a sense of restlessness.
Jake's voice was muffled, the words barely decipherable but hinting at the desire to be released. Thomas, catching on, sat up with a casual grin. "Alright, time to set you free, little guy."
Thomas leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, as the process of regurgitating Jake commenced. A low, guttural sound accompanied the motion, reminiscent of someone trying to force out an unexpected cough. As the first signs of Jake's reappearance became evident, a mixture of saliva and stomach acids accompanied him.
With a final, controlled heave, Jake emerged from Thomas's mouth. The dampened form of the once-swallowed man glistened, adorned with a sheen of Thomas's digestive fluids. Jake coughed and sputtered, the residue of the endosomatic adventure clinging to his form.
Thomas chuckled, leaning back as he wiped a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. "There you go, Jake. Back to the land of the living, or at least out of my stomach."
Jake fumbled for a nearby napkin, wiping off the remnants of Thomas's digestive embrace from his face. He hesitated, glancing at Thomas with a mix of uncertainty and arousal.
"Fuck, that was hot as fuck," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushed. "Do you think, um… That maybe we could do this regularly?"
Thomas reclined on the couch, a cocky grin forming on his lips. "Regularly, huh? Well, who am I to say no? My gut's taken a liking to your round shape, and I figure I'd want to make use of this torn shirt again."
Jake, still catching his breath, grinned at Thomas. "Thanks, man. That was something else." With a casual wave, he headed back to his apartment, the door closing behind him.
In the privacy of his own place, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the wild experience. "Damn," he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror. "Shower time before Andrew gets back."
Over the next few weeks, Jake found himself drawn to Thomas's door almost as if by an irresistible force. The frequency of his visits increased, and a peculiar routine developed—almost every time Andrew was out for work, Jake would find himself knocking on Thomas's door, eager for the sensation of being swallowed once more.
It became a clandestine affair, a secret passion that Jake couldn't resist indulging. The cozy afternoons spent nestled in Thomas's belly provided a unique escape, a refuge from the outside world. Thomas, despite his initial cockiness, seemed to enjoy the arrangement just as much.
Their encounters varied. Sometimes it was a quick, spontaneous venture, while on other occasions, Jake lingered longer, savoring the warmth and tightness of his endosoma retreat. As Thomas rubbed his belly in contentment, Jake relished the intimacy of the experience. The thrill of being swallowed, the muffled sounds of Thomas's surroundings, and the cozy darkness of his gut.
Each gulp, each audible swallow, became a part of their unspoken agreement. The torn gym shirt, now a remnant of many sessions, hung as a testament to their peculiar encounters. Thomas, ever the cocky host, reveled in the power dynamics of their arrangement. He would tease Jake with casual remarks, mocking him for how much he craved being inside him, how his gut's taking him from his boyfriend, and relishing the satisfaction of being the one in control. The muffled sounds of casual chatter, the gentle burps that followed, became routine.
One day, after weeks of their clandestine routine, Jake found himself stewing away in Thomas's gut. The familiar sensation of being enveloped in warmth and darkness was his routine escape from reality.
"Almost time for you to be out, bro," Thomas said, getting on his knees, preparing to regurgitate Jake, as they had done several times before. But, before the expected release, Jake squirmed in protest.
"Fuck, just take me," Jake said, his words muffled by the tight confinement of Thomas's gut, fully taken over by a surge of lust.
Thomas, taken aback, paused, looking at Jake with a mix of surprise and confusion. "You mean… like, for real? You want me to…?" he hesitated, gesturing toward his own belly.
Jake, caught in the moment of passion, nodded, confirming the unexpected twist in their usual routine. "Yeah, man. Digest me. Take me in. I want it," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and abandon.
The unexpected turn left Thomas momentarily stunned, but the allure of Jake's plea proved to be too intoxicating to resist. With a smirk and a shake of his head, Thomas took a deep breath and said, "Glad you said that, a few more weeks and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from ending you whether you asked for it or not."
Thomas sat back, a casual air about him as he reclined, teasing Jake about the gravity of his words. "You know, bro, you just signed up for the no do-overs, no take-backs deal. You're in my gut now, and you're gonna stay there."
Jake, a mix of excitement and realization playing on his features, squirmed a bit, confirming his acceptance of the unspoken agreement. "Yeah, man, no turning back. I'm all in."
Thomas, with a mischievous grin, decided to take Jake's commitment to a new level. "Alright, bro, you signed up for the 'no more talking' package too." taking Jake's acceptance as a cue, tightened his gut, muffling Jake's words almost to the point of illegibility. With a smug smirk, Thomas leaned back, basking in the moment as he let out a colossal burp that reverberated through the air.
BuuUuUuUurP!
The sound echoed around the room, a declaration of the new reality they had both willingly entered. Thomas, still chuckling casually, patted his slightly bulging belly, sealing the unspoken contract between them. The muffled, indistinct sounds from within only served to emphasize the intimate connection they now shared.
Thomas glanced at the buzzing phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's missing their boy, huh?" he teased, waving Jake's phone in the air. "Got a bunch of missed calls and texts. Your boyfriend's probably worried sick about where you are."
He chuckled, placing the phone on a nearby table. "Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out where you really are. In this big, bulging gut of mine." Thomas patted his belly with a satisfied grin. "But we'll let him stew in curiosity a bit longer. Gotta savor the anticipation, you know?" Thomas said, as he headed to his bedroom.
He sprawled across his bed, one arm behind his head, the other idly rubbing his rounded belly. The bulge from Jake's presence was noticeable, a testament to the intimate arrangement inside. He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he felt Jake squirming within him.
"First night you're staying this long, bro," Thomas remarked, speaking into the empty room. "Better get used to it because, after tonight, you're not coming out. You're gonna be part of me for the last few nights of your life." He shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and let out a contented sigh. "Sweet dreams, man."
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Thomas as he woke up, his gut still pronounced from the previous night's indulgence. Stretching languidly, he sat up, feeling the weight of Jake nestled within him.
Yawning, Thomas got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom. The tiled floor felt cool beneath his feet. Leaning over the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. With a toothbrush in hand, he began scrubbing his teeth clean.
As he brushed his teeth, his gaze shifted to the protruding belly that pressed against the edge of the sink. Thomas grinned cockily, aware that Jake was experiencing his morning routine for the first time.
"Morning, Jake, you good in there?" Thomas teased, speaking as if Jake could hear him. "Can't quite make out what you'd be saying, but I thought the gesture was nice." He chuckled, imagining Jake's muffled protests from within the confines of his gut.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Thomas got ready for the day ahead, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
As Thomas went about his day, the vibrations of Jake's phone periodically echoed in the room, a persistent reminder of the outside world that seemed increasingly distant. Each buzz was a testament to Andrew's growing worry and curiosity.
Teasingly, Thomas leaned back and patted his belly, as if saying to Jake that he's here to stay. "You know, bro, I think your body's getting a little softer in there. I'm known to have a rough digestion."
From Jake's perspective, the world inside Thomas's gut was undergoing a slow transformation. His clothes, once distinguishable, were becoming indistinct as they melded with the acids. The sensation was peculiar and, at times, disorienting, as his skin slowly melted; It was pleasant, it felt cozier than any of the previous time he's been in here, but it was still disorienting.
The muffled sound of Andrew's persistent calls and messages on Jake's phone served as a distant background noise, a stark contrast to the cocoon of warmth and semi-darkness that enveloped Jake within Thomas's belly.
On the second day, Jake's form inside Thomas's gut underwent a notable transformation. The once distinct features of his body were now indiscernible, a result of the ongoing process of digestion. The clothes that clung to him had long since lost their original form, merging with the liquefying remnants of Jake's physique.
Thomas, perhaps subconsciously or out of growing curiosity, patted his belly, noting a subtle change. The solid tautness that characterized Jake's initial presence was giving way to a softer, more pliable feel. The acids worked persistently, melting away the boundaries of Jake's form. It wasn't an ethereal or surreal process; it was the gritty reality of digestion, the breaking down of flesh and bone into a churning mixture, but despite that it still felt good to Jake.
The sudden, impatient knocking on the door jolted Thomas from his casual reverie. He swung the door open, and there stood Andrew, a mix of worry and irritation etched across his face.
"Hey, sorry to bother you this early, but have you seen Jake?" Andrew asked, his concern evident in his tone. "He's been missing for two days, and I'm getting really worried."
Thomas, wearing a hoodie that conveniently hid the changes in his midsection, shook his head. "Nah, man, haven't seen him. Sorry." There was an apologetic note in his voice as he subtly adjusted the hoodie.
"Fuck," Andrew said, seeming distressed and unaware of Thomas's gut. "Sorry. Just… Let me know if you ever do, okay?" He said, as he continued to the other apartments to ask his other neighbors.
Thomas closed the door and laid back against it, he couldn't resist a teasing smirk. He lifted the hoodie, revealing the slightly softer, bulging gut beneath. "All it took is a lift of my hoodie to show him where ya went. Too bad he'll never figure it out." he remarked, the cocky edge still present in his voice, as Jake squirmed inside his acid-filled gut.
On the third day, Thomas decided to hit the gym, his usual routine slightly altered by the recent addition of Jake to his physique. The once-toned bachelor now sported more of a dad bod, and a slight beer belly had developed, a testament to Jake's presence in his gut.
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As he prepared for the workout, Thomas couldn't resist teasing Jake. "Well, bro, today's gonna be a tough one on you. Might speed up your digestion a bit," he quipped with a chuckle. "But hey, I figure I'll make the most of the gains from eating you. Gotta look more attractive when you're gone, right?" The casual banter flowed easily, as he got to exercise his muscles.
Thomas began his gym session with some heavy deadlifts, the weight clanging against the floor with each controlled drop. The impact reverberated through his core, the vibrations felt by Jake nestled within the confines of his bulging belly. With each lift, Thomas's abdominal muscles flexed and tightened, pressing against Jake in rhythmic pulses.
Moving on to bench presses, Thomas lay back on the bench, the pressure of the weights causing his gut to push outward. Jake, caught in the middle of this bodily symphony, experienced the compression and release as Thomas completed each repetition. Sweat glistened on Thomas's forehead, a testament to the exertion he was putting into the workout.
Transitioning to squats, Thomas's movements became more dynamic. As he descended into the squat position, Jake was subjected to the pressure between Thomas's thighs, a sensation that intensified with each rise. The fabric of Thomas's shorts stretched tightly over his expanding waistline, a visible reminder of Jake's presence within.
The stair climber machine was next on Thomas's agenda. With each step, the rhythmic impact resonated through his body, creating a gentle rocking motion for Jake. The pressure on Thomas's midsection increased, and Jake felt the subtle shifts as his surroundings changed with each step.
Finally, Thomas engaged in some core exercises, targeting his abs directly. Crunches and leg raises emphasized the region where Jake was nestled. The compression intensified with each repetition, the steady burn of the workout echoed within Thomas's bulging gut.
Throughout the entire routine, Thomas's banter continued. "You feeling the burn, bro?" he teased, fully aware of the unique experience Jake was undergoing within the confines of his ever-changing gut.
As the days progressed, Jake's once-solid form continued its relentless transformation within the acidic confines of Thomas's stomach. The digestive juices worked with ruthless efficiency, breaking down Jake's flesh and bones into a formless mass. The initial resistance of his physical structure gave way to the corrosive power of the stomach acids, reducing him to a mixture of liquid and dissolved remnants.
The process was slow and methodical. Jake's consciousness began to wane, his awareness slipping away in sync with the dissolution of his physical being. He became entangled in the chemical dance of digestion, losing touch with the boundaries of his form as the acids invaded every nook and cranny of his thick form.
The sensation was a paradoxical blend of pleasure and obliteration. Jake, in his reduced state, was suspended in a state of half-consciousness, afloat in the warm, corrosive embrace of Thomas's stomach. The once-distinct features of his body blurred into a formless, melted amalgamation, his essence merging with the strong digestive acids of Thomas.
As the dissolution progressed, Jake's thoughts became fragmented, his sense of self dissolving along with his body. The blissful haze of digestion enveloped him, a surreal journey into the abyss of being broken down and absorbed.
Thomas reclined on his couch, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. His fingers drummed lazily on his bloated midsection, now transformed into a softer, beer-belly dad bod. The once-defined muscles were replaced by a plump layer, evidence of Jake's gradual assimilation into Thomas's physique.
"Look at this," Thomas mused, patting his slightly flattened stomach. "You're almost all mine, bro. I've been digesting you real good. Your essence is now part of what makes me, well, me. Bet you can't even comprehend that with how melted you are."
He let out a hearty belch, the sound reverberating through his sloshy midsection. Thomas's arrogance echoed in his words, a mix of crass amusement and self-satisfaction.
"You thought you could handle being in my gut regularly, but look at you now. Just a sloshy mess, melting away into nothingness. And here I am, getting beefier, looking better than ever," he continued, chuckling at the thought. "You're practically my personal enhancement, bro. A little seasoning to make me even more irresistible."
Thomas shifted, adjusting his posture to emphasize the changes in his physique. The casual arrogance in his voice painted a vivid picture of a man reveling in the results of his unconventional dietary choices.
"In a few more days, you'll be nothing but a memory, a part of my gains. Can't say it wasn't a good run for you, though. The best thing you did was willingly dive into my gut."
Thomas stepped out of his apartment and immediately encountered Andrew in the hallway, looking disheveled and anxious. Andrew's eyes widened at the noticeable change in Thomas's physique.
"Dude, have you seen Jake? I've been going out of my mind looking for him," Andrew pleaded, concern etched on his face. "You know what, don't fucking answer. I know you would've told me if you had already."
Thomas feigned innocence, scratching his head. "It's good, dude. Jake? Uhh, not sure, man. I mean, I've seen a lot of people around, you know? Can't keep track of everyone." He said, "Maybe he ghosted you or something. It happens. But hey," He gave Andrew a pat on the shoulder, "I'm here for ya if you need me, dude."
"Thanks, man." Andrew said insincerely, wanting nothing more than to know where his boyfriend went, but still appreciating the offer.
As they moved further away from each other, Thomas couldn't resist a sly grin, his hand casually rubbing his now beefier belly. "Damn, Jake. Not a word to your worried boyfriend? Never took you for the silent type." He teased as his stomach growled, knowing that Jake wasn't in a state to respond let alone comprehend, only existing for a few more days before he's fully digested down by the bigger man.
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A little caption while I work on people's commissions and other personal stories I'll post here later. Sorry for the few content, I've been busy with the holidays!
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"Haha, you're fucked now, bro," Mason jeered, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he struggled to contain the squirming guy within his belly. "You have no idea how much I'm gonna enjoy watching you melt in there, feeling my abs knead and crush you. It's gonna be a fuckin' blast."
The predator's voice oozed with a mix of sadistic pleasure and anticipation. His casual language belied the intensity of the situation, creating a dissonance between the dire fate awaiting the prey and Mason's nonchalant demeanor.
"You're gonna be nothing but a memory, man," Mason continued, patting his stomach with a satisfied smirk. "A fuckin' part of me, forever. So, get comfy in there, 'cause you're not going anywhere. Let the digestion party begin, fucker."
Mason chuckled, his hand casually drifting down to his belly. The guy inside squirmed helplessly, the contours of his form visible beneath Mason's taught skin. With a grin, Mason began kneading his stomach, feeling the distinct bulge where the guy's head was lodged.
"Funny, ain't it?" he mused, his fingers pressing into the captive head within his belly. "Feelin' you squirm like that. Your struggles are just making my digestion show more personality. It's like a massage, bro."
The predator continued his casual torture, enjoying the sensation of power as he toyed with the captive beneath his fingertips. The guy's head was trapped, and Mason reveled in the slow, inevitable process of digestion that had begun.
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Bracing his back against the plush couch, Sam leaned back, his fingers hooking under the hem of his fitted t-shirt to lift it, revealing a slightly distended and taut belly beneath. With a smirk, he began to rub slow circles over its smooth surface, punctuating his caresses with deliberate slaps that sent waves rippling through his new-found girth.
"See this?" Sam quipped, his voice dripping with nonchalant arrogance. The room fell silent, all eyes on the spectacle unfolding before them. "This right here," he continued, giving another teasing slap to his belly, "used to be our dear buddy, Ollie. Now, he's just a bit of extra padding." He squeezed his sides for emphasis, fingers sinking into the softness.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Always said he wanted to be a part of something bigger, didn't he? Didn't expect it to be my beer gut, I'm sure." With a chuckle, he laid back, continuing his languid massage of what was once their friend, the atmosphere thick with a blend of disbelief, tension, and undeniable allure.
Sam's cocky grin only widened, the atmosphere in the room growing even thicker with his every word. "You know, Ollie put up quite the fight. All that squirming?" He chuckled, pressing a hand deeper into his belly. "Honestly just helped mix him in quicker. The way he moved inside, one hell of a feisty fella. Gave me some of the biggest burps I've ever had. Thought I might bring the roof down with a couple of 'em!"
He leaned forward, the room hanging on his every word. "But you know the best part? When he realized where he was going to end up. That this is it for him. That dawning moment of clarity? Priceless." Sam laughed, relishing the memory.
Running a hand affectionately over the slight bulge that Ollie had become, he smirked at the group. "Looks like our buddy's always going to be with me now, a part of every recording, every meal, every moment. He's not going anywhere. Well, unless I decide to shed some weight." With a wink and a pat to his belly, he added, "But why would I want to let go of such a loyal friend?"
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Music played through the gym as the sun began to set in the glass windows, the weight rooms empty as dumbbells and straps rested upon the shelves. Amidst the silence, rattling lingered from the lockers as grunts followed behind it. Near the end of the lockers, would be Milan, a grizzly built jock with a stomach grumbling for food. And in his hand, would be his selected prey, held by their neck as the two entered a private room. He locked the door, tossing them along the bench as he got settled.
"Keep away from me you psycho!" They said, clutching at the headphones around their neck.
Milan chuckled at their weak yells, stepping closer as he reached for the zipper along his jacket. He drawed it down, his pudgy gut flinging to his waist. "It's cute you think you can give me orders."
He took heavy steps along the cemented floor, his mass overshadowing his prey's as he placed his hands at his waist. They kicked to deter him from approaching, aiming higher to strike to cripple the towering jock. They ricochet off his thighs, their muscles rippling as he advanced.
"I said stay away! I'll kick your ass if you don't step off-" Milan squashed his crotch over the small gym goer, the fat of his stomach spilling at the top of their head.
"Mmm, off, now you're talking my words there, squirt." Milan watched his junk bulge as squash over them, tracing his finger along its faint outline. He unfastened the string on his shorts, drawing his flaccid cock from its chamber. "You could use a bit of seasoning anyway."
"You're crazy if you think I flow like that. I don't suck dicks."
"Like that mouth of yours could handle a cock like mine" Milan replied. "But I don't expect you to suck, but rather marinate."
He grabbed their heels, yanking them to the cold floor. Grunts lingered between them, the small prey struggling out to escape from Milan's meaty palms. They climbed and grabbed at the edge of the bench, pulling themself away from Milan. It was cute, seeing them struggling in his grasp like a puppy on a leash. But as entertaining as it was, he didn't want them to waste all their energy before he wolfed them down. He yanked them back, Thrusting their legs beneath him as he crashed himself atop their chest.
they wheezed, yells filling his ears before they took a breath. "God damn..bastard!"
"Ooo im not too heavy for you am I slick?" Milan replied, grabbing the kicking legs behind him.
He pulled them farther, his rear sliding over their chin as it planted at his taint. their nostrils flared, but ceased as one of the thick legs wrapped around him. Their smooshed face was a sight to behold to Milan, the muffled grunts vibrating his shorts.
"That's it, just a little more seasoning" Milan said, tapping his cock against their head as cum spilled into his hair.
"Get..off!" They managed to pull from the protruding manhood, prying at the back of Milan's back side as he shrank from his hold.
Milan smiled, crossing his arms as he leaned his ass against their chin. "You know I found your struggles lacking. Where's that fire? If your going be a good appetizer you might as well give something to crave."
A kick bucked him forward, a gasp escaping from beneath as his prey struggled from his glutes. Milan beamed toward them, grinding his rear overhead before getting up. He turned pridefully toward them, his cock throbbing for more action as he approached.
His prey scampered to the door, jerking at its handle to open it as it forced open. Milan gripped at their feet, lifting them off the ground as he held him like one would a subway sandwich. He licked his lips, taking their feet inside as they shot into his throat. His prey squealed, clutching to the door as they called for anyone to here, but fell short as they were yanked back into the room. Milan grinned from cheek to cheek, grabbing their thighs as he lifted them toward his mouth. He gulped them like a seagull, his throat expanding as their shoulders tapped at the corners of his mouth.
"Help-" they were cut off by a palm, shoved into the expanding gullet as Milan grabbed their wrist.
Their face appeared like a ghostly death mask, sliding down his throat as it disappeared into his chest. Swallowing his limbs, he clicked his jaws together, rubbing over his stomach as this prey squirmed inside.
"Damn that felt good." Milan replied.
The intercom turned on as a voice rang through the room, telling them the gym was closed. The building was starting to get boring anyway, he'd best get out of here before staff search the rooms. Besides, the real fun was right in his belly, struggling as they pawed around his layer of fat. He returned home, tossing his bag to the walls as he entered the living room. He yawned, deciding to crash along the couch to support the additional weight in his lap. He turned on the radio, and let the jazz music soothe his ears as he massaged over himself.
"Time for a good long nap, perhaps you'll be digested by then."
He crossed his legs and leaned into the sofa. His stomach distended as it lurched to the side of the chair. He could feel the kneads against the blubbery skin, wrapping his arm around it like a net as he reeled it back into his lap. He yawned once more, his eyes getting heavy as he slept.
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In the middle of the night, he groggily moved off the head of the couch, checking the time as it ticked in the corner walls. The dreams he had were a peosperous, eating future preys as he rubbed absently at his gut. His eyes dazed as he looked to his gut, yearning for its ponch to welcome his palm. He gripped into the hairs along it and squeezed, but only met the inside of his palm, his stomach as flat as a deflated balloon as it slipped from his grasp.
"What the-? Where'd my gut go!" He said, patting at his stomach.
A crash came from the behind, wet footprints collecting along the wooden floor as flour spilled in the kitchen. Jittering at the door handle, would be his prey, their shirt filled with holes as their jeans shrank to their knees.
"Hey! What are you out of my stomach!" Milan scowled, slamming the legrest into the sofa as he stomped toward them. They bolted to the other room, Milan pursuing them as they ran around corners of the house. He nipped at their heels, grabbing only shred of the soggy fabric as they kicked further ahead. Turning the corner, he slipped on a rug as a thud met his back. Groaning as he followed the path they ran.
His prey took to the shelves, grabbing whatever could fit in their grasp as they hurled them down. A lamp wipsped past Milan's side, a picture frame sawing the air as it nipped the tip of his head. That does it, he was through with this game of ring around the rosy.
They entered into a connecting room, Milan giving chase as his prey wisped past the frame. He halted, hiding in the shadow of the otherside. When pattering feet grew louder, he hopped in front as he grabbed their shoulders, stuffing his mouth with their head as he caspulated it into his gullet. With his juices already soaking their body, Milan wolfed down their shoulders, dragging his throat like a sword swallower.
When he got to their feet, he tilted upward to let gravity do the rest. Sending them back into their prison as his swelled gut returned. "I don't know how you got out, but you won't get out twice."
He waddled through the house, thrusting his stomach around like a heavy trash bag as he made his way up the stairs. Heavy sloshes filled his ears, his prey's voice backing it as their weight tossed inside the compressed stomach. He reveled in the feeling of his stomach stretching, belching out air that picked up as the w raced to subdue their body. He must admit, the squirt caught him by surprise, but he wasn't gonna let that happen again.
He entered into his bedroom, jumping onto the bed as he squashed his own gut. It strained as the contents compressed together, but was worth it to hear the prey's wails as he pulled the covers over himself.
"Let's see you try to escape now." He said, laying face first into his pillow as sleep took over once more.
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It was a long night since he went to sleep, Milan having to adjust himself to accommodate for his prey's struggling. He proved resilient as they wrestled with his walls, forcing Milan out of his slumber as they thrashed inside. Groggily, he felt nudges at the bottom of his stomach, the sphincter widening to welcome as face pressed into the walls. The runt's trying to escape through his intestine, unfortunately they won't get access there. At least, not like that. He lifted his legs, clapping them together as it sealed the ring shut.
As entertaining as it was to play cat and mouse again, he was too tired and too hungry to let them get out again. He cradled his stomach, bear hugging its round form as it wrapped his body around his Prey. They put up a decent fight when it came down to stamina, but it didn't last long until their struggles ceased. His stomach singing in triumph as it bubbled around his meal.
As the sun rose from the window, Milan yawned and stretched along his bed, looking to his gut below as he smiled. His ponch extended from his torso, his belly partially empty as his prey's remains dumped into his intestines. "Now that's more like it." He said, a fart escaping as he tossed his weight to the side of the mattress.
He got up and made his way into the hallway, huffing at his stomach's plonking with every step he took. He entered the bathroom and dropped himself upon the toilet, emptying himself of the remains into the bowl as his turds made tides in the water. Upon him releiving himself, something snagged against his hole. C-shaped in nature as it scooped the fleshy walls. He pushed harder, a fart hissing from his depths before something pushed out. When his hole wrapped against the end, he rechead a finger to pull it out, its structure curving as it pressed into his wrist.
Pop!
A splat rung from inside the bowl, the last of the object squeezed from his hole as Milan grabbed a roll of tissue. Wiping, he got up and gazed into the bowl. A pair of headphones would be resting there, standing in the piled mess as the rubbery tips were stained. "Damn, those were good headphones too. Ah well." He grabbed them from the bowl and tossed them into the trash, flushing the stool as he sent his meal to the water pipes of the sewer. Turning off the light, he patted his stomach.
"Wonder what the next catch will be."
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Churning for Uncle Nico
“You remember when you said you were gonna make me cum a lot?” Uncle Nico asks. He lifts my head from his chest. He grins that devious smirk at me. His thumb dips into my mouth. He brings my own thumb to his lips. “Wanna try?” he asks before sucking my thumb in. It’s warm and moist.
All I can do is nod.
I scoot down his hairy body, placing kisses and licks everywhere I can think of. His taste explodes on my tongue. It’s thousands of times better than tonight’s celebratory meal. I would eat him for lunch and dinner everyday if I could.
I place tiny kisses in his bush. It’s so full that I can’t open my eyes until I’m completely pulled away from him. He’s still soft. I want to feel him grow hard in my mouth again. But if I want him to cum more, maybe I need to awaken his cum factories first.
Besides, there’s not a part of him better than his balls.
I set about licking them. The smell only grows better as he sweats. There’s a sweetness that comes out whenever he cums and lingers until he showers. I rarely get to go at them before he cleans off after one go around. It’s addictive. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull away on my own.
“Hey,” Nico says. I look up at him. Past his cock, he smiles. “You’re the best nephew a guy could ask for, Vince.”
A moment later, his cock head flares. With the flex, his piss slit opens like his cavernous mouth, strings of precum stretching and ripping like saliva. Would it hurt if I put the tip of my tongue in there? I open my mouth, and then his cock lunges. 
A warm slickness kisses my forehead. Uncle Nico runs his hands through my hair, and he grunts. I’m staring at his balls. There’s a squelch, and the slickness spreads, moving over my scalp. It’s almost like a massage, whatever he’s doing. His balls pulse. I cup them in my hands. They’re warm and soft. The hair is slick with sweat. When I pull them up to my face, I sniff. They’re as fragrant as ever. I’m hard again, pressing my nose against the wrinkly skin. They’re slowly becoming my most prized possession, Uncle Nico’s balls. I kiss and suck on the skin.
“You love my sack, don’t you, Vince?” he asks.
I pop them out of my mouth long enough to say, “Yeah. I’m thinking of proposing.” In my scent drunk state, I can almost feel them growing in my hands, almost hear them churning up cum. It’s all in my head, sure, but so is most of sex.
“That’s good,” Uncle Nico says. “That’s really good, buddy.”
The slickness on the top of my head pulls and rides down, like he’s pushing a human-sized condom over me, but one that’s a size or two too small. It creeps down my forehead.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, finally tearing my attention away from his balls. But I can’t see Nico’s beautiful face. When I look up, there’s only pink flesh. It almost looks like the head of his cock.
Nico gives one of his tiny grunts, those cute noises that don’t match his face. They drive me crazy. When he does, the pulling sensation is back. The flesh-like thing gets larger. Closer? It smells like him. Like his cum. It’s sweet and musky. I can’t help but whimper. “I’m making your dreams come true,” Uncle Nico says. “I’m marrying you to my balls.”
What?
With a sudden lurch, the flesh shoots down my face. My entire head is inside. It’s moist and warm. When I open my eyes, it’s dark. Still, there’s some streaks of light leaking through from around my neck, where the slickness has stopped for now.
“Uncle?” I say. My heartbeat quickens. My brain is screaming at me to start hyperventilating, but each breath is filled with his familiar musk. It’s stronger now. After a few deep breaths, my heart slows down a little. My brain fogs. I stick my tongue out as far as I can until it hits flesh. It tastes like Nico’s pre. It’s so warm. Another whimper comes out. My dick strains.
“You kept talking about my mouth, my eating. Kept teasing me about swallowing you down. My jaw doesn’t stretch like that. Hold on.” His large hands gripped my shoulders and pressed them as close together as they would go without making me cry out in pain. He strained and grunted. The flesh around me pulled at my skin. No, it was sucking me in. Swallowing me. The grunts went on for two minutes and then, with a pop, the moist warmth is kissing my chest. “But my dick does. So I’m eating you up, Vince. I can taste you in there, you know, and fuck, you’re tasty.”
He’s eating me? What does he mean he’s eating me? Dicks can’t eat. They don’t taste or swallow. Even if his does, where will I go?
I shoot forward a few inches. My nipples enter his cock head.
Nico grabs my sides and turns me around. He roars. It’s animalistic, but not from pain. His legs wrap around my own. His warm feet rub all over my calves. With a few more grunts, I'm down to my belly button. My arms are pinned to my sides. I try to shift them around, and his toes curl against my feet. “That’s it. Move around a little for me. Feels fucking awesome.”
“You’re eating me?” I ask.
“Sure am, Vince. Said you’re getting married to my balls ‘cause that’s where you’re going. Going to fill up my nuts.” Uncle Nico shifts around. He grabs my legs and holds them up with one arm. The fingers of his other hand rub around my hole. He slaps my ass twice. “Definitely should have fucked you one last time. God, I’m gonna miss this ass.”
Miss it?
Of course he’s going to miss it. He said I’m his food. Food gets digested.
He shoves one of his long fingers inside me. My balls pull up. I moan loud into his cock and get awarded with a mouthful of precum. The taste makes me moan more.
It’s scary.
It feels so good.
This is what I want.
“You’re eating me,” I say.
“You’re my food,” says Uncle Nico. He pulls on my legs until he’s licking at my feet. He growls. “Maybe I should slurp you down afterall. My belly’s empty, too. You’re making me so hungry, baby. God, you’re gonna make me so full. Gonna digest you down. Does that make you happy? Are you happy to know Uncle Nico’s gonna treat you like all that food you fed him? You’re my cute little meal. That’s what you were born to be, isn’t it? You love this. You want it.” 
While he talks, he keeps fingering me. His cock crawls its way down my stomach. Our heads press against each other, and I buck up. Nico grins around my feet in his mouth. He pulls his finger out of my ass. A moment later, two fingers plunge in. The force sends me forward with a yelp, and the tip of my dick is inside him. I moan. The feeling all over felt better than any massage, any blowjob. My hips rock as he finger fucks me, and my cock rubs against the slick flesh that’s consuming me.
My right foot is completely wet and warm. But my legs aren’t inside him yet. His tongue laps at my ankle. Oh. It’s his mouth. He has my whole foot in his mouth. That deep and dark cavern finally has more of me.
I wiggle the toes of my other foot. Maybe he’ll catch the hint. He can fit both of them in, surely. Then he can swallow. He can take my legs. It’ll be a tug of war between his stomach and his dick.
All I can do is whimper. It’s a good whimper. There are only two ways this can end: I’ll be in Uncle Nico’s stomach or his balls. And then he’ll digest me. Afterall, that’s what happens to food. And I’m my uncle’s food.
My tongue laps at the warm flesh around me. The taste fills me. The smell is everywhere. I want more. I want this. I want to be his completely. He owns me. I want this. This is what I was born for.
“Fuck!” I yell as cum explodes from my dick. The orgasm shivers all over my body, bursting in spasms. My feet tremble in Nico’s mouth. Feet. He has both of them.
He pulls them from his mouth.
“Good boy,” Uncle Nico says. He takes his fingers out my ass and lets go of my legs. With a single grunt, I rocket forward. Ten seconds later, his piss slit closes over my toes. “Caught you. Finally got you all in. Fuck. I’ve had a few prey boys like you before. After they cum, they start making a fuss, so I always go quickly. I don’t want to get kicked in the balls. Plus the squirming feels great. But I was serious, Vince. You might be coming down, but you’re also gonna be cuming down.” He laughs. I don’t get it. “You’re my food now. Second my balls got hungry for you, this was how it had to go. You’re going in.”
I nuzzle inside him. “You have to swallow your food,” I say. “You don’t want to choke.”
“You don’t hate me?” Nico asks.
“I’m your food,” I say, spreading my fingers around his flesh. The smell still swims in my head. It’s like I’m drunk. “I’m your food. I want to be yours. I’m yours, right? I belong in your balls.”
“That’s right,” Nico says. His cock flexes again, and the sucking sensation pulls. It drags me inside until my head hits something a little harder. Whatever it is, it growls. “In you go. Final stop.” The flesh shifts around and opens. With one last flex, I’m dumped inside.
I land inside a small puddle of white. It’s thick and creamy. The smell is strong. I dip my fingers inside and bring it to my mouth. Fuck. It’s his cum. It’s Uncle Nico’s cum. I’m inside his balls. He really did eat me with his dick.
Another gurgle sounds, and cum bubbles out of the flesh all around me. The walls push up and in, forcing me into a fetal position. The pressure is tight for a few seconds, like a bear hug, and then it relaxes. I can move a little more.
Uncle Nico’s hands and feet rub over me. I can feel them through the thin lays of nut flesh. “You’re in my balls, baby. You’re finally where I wanted you. I needed you in here the moment I tasted you. I couldn’t let such a tasty meal get away. God, you feel so good in there. Squirm for me.”
I do as he asks, and Uncle moans. No, he whimpers. I’m making him whimper.
“What’s gonna happen to me?” I ask.
More cum leaks in. The pressure returns and presses hard into me, soaking me in the musky juices.
“You remember what you said when we drank that one time? You talked about that game of yours. You would replace this cursed seed of mine if you could. Well, that’s what you’re gonna do.” The flesh flexes again. Uncle Nico sighs and groans. “I’m churning you into cum, baby boy. You’re my cum now. My little nut slut. You’re just my huge load. Gonna digest you into my seed. That’s what happens to cock food. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be my cum.”
He said it. He’s digesting me. He won’t let me out. I don’t know if he can even if he wanted to, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to turn me into nut sludge. And I… “I want to be your cum. Please. Please, Uncle Nico. Digest me like good cock food. That’s what I want.”
“Of course you fucking do,” Uncle Nico says. “All food wants to be eaten. And you’re such a good boy. Such a good slut. You’re my fucking cum, Vince. You want me to churn you up, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, slurping in another mouthful of cum.
“Thank me for putting you where you belong,” he says.
“Thank you for slurping me up with your dick, Uncle Nico,” I say.
“You’re mine.” His nuts flex again.
“I’m yours,” I say. “Thank you for eating me.”
“Beg me to digest you,” Uncle says. He rubs his limbs all over his balls. I can feel him. He’s all around me. My whole body vibrates each time he speaks.
I’m jerking off harder than I ever have before. I’ve come twice so quickly. I don’t know if I’ll get off a third time. I don’t care. My head is foggy. Ecstasy rocks through every centimeter of my skin. I’m covered in cum. In Nico. Soon, I’m going to be him. I’m going to be his cum.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I said. “Please churn me into your cum, Uncle Nico. I…”
He interrupts me. “Call me ‘Daddy’ now. Beg your daddy to make you his. ‘Cause you’re replacing my seed. So I’m gonna knock someone up, and you’re gonna be my kid. I’ll be a good dad and you’ll be a good kid and then when you’re an adult, you’re gonna beg me to eat you. And next time I’ll send you down to my belly and turn you into my shit. You want that, don’t you, baby? You want to come back and be born to be my shit. You’re Daddy’s food, and that’s what food becomes, isn’t it? I heard that eating family returns some life force, so I’ll get younger, and I’ll have you again and again and I’ll eat you until the end of time. Because you’re my food, boy. You’re always going to be my food, isn’t that right? Don’t you want to be my favorite meal?”
“I…” That can’t be real, can it? But… “Eat me, Daddy. Make me your favorite meal. I’m your food. I always want you to eat me. Churn me up, please. Please. It’s what I deserve. I want to be your food. Turn me into cum. Your shit. All of it. I’m your food. Please.” I moan. A dry orgasm hits me.
Daddy Nico’s nuts flex again. He growls. “That’s goddamn right. I’m gonna churn you up, Vince. I’m gonna digest you over and over. Never gonna escape me. You’re my food forever now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I yell.
“You’re my fucking food, boy!” he yells.
His nuts clench again, and everything bursts.
I’m swimming in an endless swimming pool of cum.
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Fat chav boy outgrowing his tracksuit 🐽
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Schoolboy crush
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I'd had a crush on Dean for a while now. He sat opposite me in class and I'd often watch him while he wasn't looking, hoping he'd notice me back. We'd spoken a few times but we weren't exactly what you'd call friends, usually talking about classwork. But this afternoon I felt particularly brave, so I finally decided to ask him out for a drink.
"Hey Dean" I said, nervously. He was a cute guy of 21 with curly brown hair and a gorgeous smile. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get a drink with me sometime?" I asked, my voice shaky from the nerves. To my relief he smiled. "I'd love to! I can't go out tonight but if you want we could hang in my dorm for a bit, I'm like a 5 minute walk away"
This was brilliant, not only had he agreed to go for a drink with me, I was about to hang with him one on one. The walk was quick and we made some mild chit chat on the way, but I was mostly just excited to be hanging out with him. When we finally got to his bedroom he turned and looked at me, taking his jacket off in the process.
"So how long have you had a crush on me?" He asked, still smiling. I immediately went red and looked at the floor. "What're you talking about?" I asked awkwardly, as though I hadn't been staring at him for the past couple of months. "You think I haven't noticed you looking at me?" He said, winking. "Don't worry I don't mind." Then without warning he leaned forward and kissed me.
I was thrown off, but gladly accepted the kiss from his gorgeous lips, feeling his hands move up and down my body. He slowly started to strip me, gently taking off my clothes until I was left in my underwear. "You want to strip too?" I asked shyly, still not quite believing what was happening before me. "In time" he said, grinning. His lips and tongue made their way up and down my body exploring every inch and flavour of me.
When he'd made his way down to my feet I felt him slowly kiss and lick them as well. This was a new experience for me, but feeling his warm mouth explore that zone but it felt amazing, making my whole body tingle. What I hadn't realised was that whilst his tongue explored my feet, he'd slipped both of them into his mouth.
I was in so much pleasure that by the time I looked down he was well past my ankles, and slowly making his way up my body with his mouth. Once the realisation of what he was doing set in I started to panic, trying to recoil my feet from his throat and pull away from him. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, feeling more of my body begin to slide down his throat.
Dean looked up at me, our eyes meeting and I could see that he had no intention of stopping or letting me go, if he carried on I'd be on a one way trip to his stomach. By now I was up to my waist, my underwear were able to stop my still hard cock being too much of an issue for Dean's mouth, holding it in place.
"Dean please stop, I'll do anything just let me go!" I begged. Even though his mouth was mostly covered up by my body, I could see that he was smiling behind it, he was actually loving that fact that I was pleading for my life. I continued thrashing my arms around and trying desperately to escape as he reached my chest.
Soon all that was outside of Dean's mouth was my head and arms, which were suspended upwards. "Please, I don't want to be eaten!" I pleaded, in a final desperate attempt to persuade him to let me go. But he just continued to swallow the rest of my body into his now distended stomach.
Soon all that remained in the outside world were my hands, which Dean promptly consumed, and I was completely entrapped within his body. I swiftly fell into the pit that was his awaiting stomach, which had a shallow pool of stomach juices sitting at the bottom. My feet quickly began to tingle as they touched the acid, that would immediately begin breaking me down.
I pounded on the soft, wet walls of Dean's stomach in the hopes of finding some kind of escape, but I had a feeling there may be no way out. Soon the stomach began to fill up with more digestive juices, coating my my skin and making it tingle and redden. As I stewed away within the powerful stomach I felt Dean lay down on his bed, resting it off whilst he digested me into mush.
While he slept all I could do was watch as I was digested before my eyes. As I pounded on the walls of my prison I watched my skin slowly start to burn as my body was churned away into fat. All the while I was coated in more juices that were eating away at my skin. I could feel my body beginning to weaken under the acids that I was marinating in.
While my skin slowly fizzed away I felt my left arm drop off and fall into the mixture of digestive juices and my melted body and land with a thud. All I could see in the haze was the silhouette of my dissolving body that Dean's gut was repurposing into stomach fat. I felt my legs start to lose the integrity too, dropping off at the knees as my ligaments disintegrated, promptly dissolving into the acid.
I tried to move but I was too restricted in the tight belly. I felt the skin on my torso begin to melt away as well, allowing the acids to enter my body and break me down from the inside out as well. I felt my insides fizz and bubble as they melted away, soon I'd just be liquid, there was no escape at this point. I felt the other arm drop off into the slimy liquid, which was no longer clear, and now a more reddish brown where my skin had melted into it.
"I'm just fat now" I thought, as I felt my body finally give way and fall apart into the meaty soup that was once me. My skin melted away into the liquid, merging with it and leaving only a few acid-burnt bones. Dean gave a small belch from above as I faded out of consciousness and joined with the rest of his body.
A few hours later Dean woke up from his nap with a significantly larger gut than before. The man in his stomach had finally stopped squirming, and his belly had rounded out where his form had melted away.
UUUUUUURP. He let out a loud burp and felt something sticky force its way up his throat. He promptly spat out his former classmate's blue underwear, that was covered in digestive slime and had a hole burnt through the back from the acids inside his stomach. "I could do with another snack" he said, still pretty hungry despite the large meal he'd just received. "Maybe I'll go and find that guy who always watches me in the bar, drunk guys basically walk into my stomach so it'll be even easier than this stupid twink." With that he set off, looking eagerly for his next meal.
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More vore please 👉👈
Ghostface's list of victims grows longer by the day, especially now that he's figured out a great place to put them 😳
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Does any of your neighbour’s Look tasty??
Because i think were all are in need of more vore from this sexy gut of yours! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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At this rate I'm gonna run out of neighbours 😳 it's not my fault they slide down my gullet so easily 😈
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That vore video you did with the ghost face mask was amazing, have you done any other videos where you move your belly like that or any plans to do more?
The struggling and squirming is the best part of devouring my prey 😈
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