#digestion

[weiner-does-preg]

AUgh sorry it’s so sketchy

[voretwink]

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

[lkrmacro]

Digestion time

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[ravenousrampage]

a doodle from twitter. one of the classics

[canniballinguist-2]

I looooove slow digestion by the way. I love when preds feel sated from their prey for like. a whole day, or several.

they don't need to eat, they just walk around living their lives with an enormously bloated, noisy stomach. it churns deliberately, tirelessly, going from a firm, bulging mass that sticks out proudly from the pred's torso, to soft and heavy and swaying with every step the pred takes as the contents soften and move through the digestive tract. all throughout this process the pred is belching up a storm but they pay no mind to the reactions of others.

or maybe they don't walk around!! maybe it's a more intimate process and the pred spends those days relaxing. They give the act of digestion an almost holy significance and make sure they've blocked out time to do nothing but bask in the process. rubbing salves into their skin while it's taut and stretched, paying close attention to their prey's every squirm, noting the exact moment it stops. then as their belly softens they begin to massage it, exploring every new fold and roll. they care for their belly like a pet, they praise it, they lavish it with affection.

Now- from either of these approaches to slow digestion- imagine a pred who's still in that last stage of digesting their prey. Their stomach itself is empty, but the lower parts of their gut are still heavy and swollen. They devour another prey, either because they're such an unrepentant glutton that they always gorge the second they have room, or because they feel the last prey digested too fast and they already long for the feeling of a stretched, squirming gut again.

Imagine how enormous their gut would look. How completely rounded and filled out it would be. and imagine how it would feel to be that pred, with not an inch of empty space inside you!!!! AND IMAGINE HOW FAT THIS PRED WOULD BECOME!!!!

[ximd9000]

Digestion sounds and burps

[voretwink]

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

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

*KNOCK KNOCK*

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

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

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

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

°*KKRUNCHH*°

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

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

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

*CRACKKCKK* *CCRUNCCH* *SQWUISHH*

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

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

His khakis bulging with a taboo excitement~

[zephyranthes-the-acidic]

Oooph— urp—- listen, little one, I know you don’t know what’s going on. It’s obvious you don’t speak common. Just —- mmmphhh— I really need you to stop fighting so hard. It hurts and it’s hard to breathe when you’re pushing on my diaphragm like that. 

I know you’re scared and it burns, but we have to get through this desert and you’re the first prey I’ve seen in a week. I promise I’ll reform you once I reach the next city. I just need some calories to get me there. 

Ugh— please— please stop squirming. I can’t let you out. It’s far too late by now. My stomach is too powerful and it’s been empty for days. You’re already halfway there. Shhhh, just a little longer and you’ll go to sleep for a bit. I promise to give you coin to get back to wherever you were traveling to. Shhhhh—

Just rest. I can feel you losing strength. My stomach is really kicking into overdrive now. It’ll be quick. Not sure if you’ve got much space above the surface… fuck, you’re such a filling meal. C’mon, just relax and let me do the work. You’ll be the fuel and I’ll be the caravan. Yours is the easy part—

[hyderictoffin]

Looking for someone to RP with, ideally a pred. Mostly cos I’m not feeling all that good and it’ll help improve my mood

[voretwink]

(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

“Hot damn,” was the only thing Holden could mutter, mindlessly dribbling precum from his growing BWC. “Guess I should just hose him down and go for round 2,” he chuckled to himself as he lightly tugged at his throbbing erection, looking around for the nearest hose and Busch Lite.