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vorelover23 · 1 year ago

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Missed Potential 😔

I’m still so upset that Street Fighter 5 gave us Necalli, this hot ass muscle man, who’s gimmick was literally Vore, and they proceeded to do nothing with that, both narratively and gameplay wise.

Like, I mean, yes we got that hot moment where he eats Akuma and gets a huge stomach on top of his muscles, before Akuma escapes (wish someone made an animated version of this or a live action recreation so badly), and don’t get me wrong, as a Vore moment in any media period, I think it’s one of the hottest ones, (I’m actually a big fan of the “be careful what you eat” Vore trope, of any over confident pred eating someone he perceives to not be a threat or problem, only for that to be their undoing, so Necalli this young hot muscle dude eating goddamn Akuma of all people, feeling all confident at first but noticing something not right, only to start gagging and throwing up, just to suddenly feel something going on in his stomach before he explodes from akuma’s wrath? Yeah I liked that lol) and incredibly underrated, but that was at the very end of his story. His gimmick is eating people and he never really did that or imposed a threat.

Imo, in the story, (*spoilers*) it would have been both a great narrative point, and hot, had Necalli, who’d been failing up to that point, at the end during the final segment, instead of us fighting M. bison again, for the 100th time, Necalli actually consumes Bison to everyone’s shock and surprise, and is the final boss/bad guy of the story. Perhaps as a story exclusive boss in this form “big belly Necalli” lol. Of course plot things after the fight would happen, and Bison would either escape Necalli’s stomach on his own, or Ryu or some other character would use their power to help him escape, but man, that would have been so awesome and a good use of the new at the time villain… (if anyone would like to do a alternate fan story retelling for SF5 and wants to do this, I think I’d love you, just sayin lol 👀)

Also, like, gameplay wise, he should have leaned more into the eating people aspect somehow. Like imagine one of his moves being what we see with akuma, where he grabs the person, consumes them and gets a big stomach for a bit before having to release the opponent. Or maybe that’s an ultimate finisher move! Gah, so much missed potential *sigh* and likely won’t be brought back in SF6 or any future titles given his poor reception. Idk I’m rambling lol

#male vore #muscle #vore belly #bodybuildervore #musclevore #alpha pred #male pred #videogamevore #vore art

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vorelover23 · 2 years ago

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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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