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Audio booooooks

Sooooo I thought it might be fun to make audio versions of some of my longer stories. These aren't behind a paywall, but if you feel like purchasing one of the ebooks from Smashwords to help a guy out before you stuff me in your guts, cock, or pecs, I'll post links to those too.

I'm aiming to pose two audios at a time: a safe vore version (this is what's published b/c restrictions on erotica) and, probably, a fatal/more digestion-y version. Sometimes it'll only be one.

First up we've got the A in my Daddy's Sack Snack series.

Austin on Acid: Austin does acid with his older brother. The drugs draw out his inner taboo desires. In a longing for safety, when his dad comes to check on them, Austin attempts to return to where he came from. (CV, safe, father/son)

There's also Alex Crashed the Audi: After Alex crashes his car, his father determines he's a disgrace to the family name. It's time to clean up the family tree... (CV, fatal, cum digestion, father/son)

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F*** the Police

These assholes have no idea what's coming. They couldn't have known that every station in the city was recently bugged with subliminals. All their precincts have been hacked and now broadcast some very specific orders into the clueless minds of every working cop. No one knows it yet, but the police force is now an army of sleeper agents, ready to obey their conditioning with one simple trigger phrase...

"Fuck the police."

That's all you have to tell them.

Isn't it clever? Hundreds of people already hurl that phrase at pigs in uniform everyday. Just imagine an officer starting his shift, hearing the same insulting words he's heard a million times; only this time, the sound of it knocks the will right out of his body. Suddenly, his self-important personality is replaced with a new one that was specifically designed to humiliate and degrade him.

Think about our boys in blue swaggering around the city right now, intimidating us with their very existence. One "Fuck the police," and that law enforcer is at the whim of the protestor spitting in his face.

You're probably wondering what subliminal messages have been stuffed away inside their heads. Maybe you want to know what'll happen when you find a pig and say the magic words. Or maybe you're a filthy pig yourself, quivering in your state-issued, uniform boots.

Let's find out what New York's finest will do...

Officer Mikos was chasing down some teens after catching them spray painting near city hall. He'd almost hauled them into his cruiser when one shouted, "Man, fuck the police!"

The cop felt his feeble mind snap.

He started breathing heavily through a gaping mouth, looking at the 18 year-olds with a desperation that was not very becoming of a policeman. Drool poured out of his mouth and onto his uniform as he licked his lips suggestively. The cop was no longer bothered with laying down the law. Instead, he wanted, he needed these boys to fuck him up the ass.

His whole body craved to feel these vandals immasculate him publicly.

Of course, it was all in his head. Officer Mikos had spent plenty of hours working late at the precinct, so the conditioning had soaked deep into his skull. He was normally a straight-laced conservative man of the law, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his junk through his pants and slobbering all over himself.

"Fuck me," he moaned, "Please boys, fuck me."

The teenagers howled laughing, but even they were disgusted by the police officer's sudden flip in behavior. They didn't take him up on his request, preferring to run free. Officer Mikos was left to stagger off, shamelessly begging any passerby for sex. He needed someone, anyone to humiliate and fuck him.

Officer Bailey didn't get off so easy...

He was in the middle of breaking up a pub fight when one of the drunks slurred, "Fuck thuhplee..the police!" before puking.

The rookie cop might've been getting a handle on the two brawlers, but any control he'd had quickly dissipated. His eyes lost their focus and the baby pig lost all restraint, coming onto the inebriates like a back-alley whore. "Fuck me!" he begged, as one continued barfing and the other blindly stumbled into it.

Officer Bailey was suddenly filled with the knowledge that these two men, drunk off their asses, needed to screw him. It was the best way for him to disgrace himself, his uniform, and his department; which is exactly what the subliminal programming wanted him to do.

Barely able to think, one drunk said, "Warm ussup with that slobb'ry mouth of yers."

The policeman couldn't wait to get started.

Officer Bailey bobbed his wet lips on each of their sweaty dicks; he ripped his pants open and skewered his ass on their poles; but the real mission came after they grew bored of his sex. He couldn't let the opportunity to humiliate himself further just walk away, so he came up with new ideas! The cop offered to lick up their cum from the dirty asphalt, to let their piss air-dry on his face, to roll around in their vomit; anything to satisfy the voice in his head ordering him to degrade himself.

Eventually, the alcoholics tossed him aside, jokingly ordering him to throw himself away since they were finished. "Thaz where youz belongs, you pisa trashh!" the satisfied drunks garbled as they wobbled off.

Disgraced Officer Bailey couldn't keep the dumb smile off his face. He felt like he'd succeeded. He felt like, as a policeman, this garbage bin was where he belonged. He wouldn't be feeling that way forever.

In the harsh light of morning, the only comfort he had was knowledge that his humiliation was solely between him and the two drunks.

These next two weren't so lucky...

Dan and Frank were partners: police partners. As they would say, they weren't into any of that "gay crap." The two had actually bonded over their ideals of traditional masculinity and hatred of homosexuals. On any given day, you could find them camped on the highway, scowling about the last "fag" they had to interact with.

They couldn't think of anything more awful than being gay, so of course, when they heard "Fuck the police," their first inclination was to do the gayest shit ever.

"Fuck me," Officer Frank moaned to his partner as effeminately as his low voice could manage.

"No, fuck me!" Officer Dan whined, "You're so much bigger than me, so I should be the girl here."

Officer Frank couldn't wait any longer. He pulled Dan in and sucked his partner's face with the sloppiest kiss he'd ever given. They both created as many noises as possible, drawing a ton of attention to themselves. When they finally pulled apart, he said, "Let's go to that gay club down the street. I bet I can suck more cocks than you! I need to be the bigger police queer!"

"No way! I need to be the biggest faggot!"

With that, Officer Frank turned and marched down to the gay club, a place he normally pretended didn't exist. He was imagining crawling in on his hands and knees, putting his open mouth on the first crotch he saw.

Officer Dan hesitated. Normally he and Frank would stick together, but Dan was afraid Frank would steal all the gays away from him.

Licking his lips, the smaller policeman came up with a brilliant plan. He marched in the opposite direction, down towards the bridge. He knew there were dozens of homeless men down there who would gladly line up for his mouth. He was determined to suck more dick than Frank, and he was glad he was the one doing it with filthy hobos in public!

You think those two homophobes deserved it? There's no doubt about the next officer...

Bill Duncan is a long-time cop who comes from a family of law enforcers, but Bill is the only one that hasn't risen past the rank of petty officer. It probably has something to do with his history of aggression or his repeated DUIs. Still, Officer Duncan never got disciplined. His blue blood made sure of that.

It's a good thing he heard that "hoodlum" say "Fuck you, pig!"

The experienced cop had just been tailing a guy in a hoodie because he looked suspicious. In reality, Bill was just bored at work. That all changed after he heard those words.

His face brightened as a toothy smile spread into his round cheeks. "You're right. I am a pig," his scratchy voice sounded more animated.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"Come on!" Officer Duncan cried, leaning his thick frame towards his suspect "Give my lardy gut a good shake or kick me in the nuts! Anything to make this cop look like the fat ugly swine he is."

"Uh..."

"Oink," the policeman licked his lips playfully, "Are you still intimidated by me? How scary can a cop be if he shits his pants!"

With that, Bill groans, pushing a load out into his uniform pants, all while maintaining eye contact with the stranger. It's sticky, hot, and uncomfortable, but that only brings his twisted mind joy. That feeling is doubled when he sees his perp gasp in disbelief. He just can't help but humiliate himself in front of this guy.

"You like that?" he gasps, "Let me get a couple dozen donuts. You can see just how full of shit us cops are!"

Officer Duncan spent the rest of the night stuffing donuts into his face. The guy he'd been following tagged along, streaming the mess on social media. Bill's mindfucked brain was only too happy to be the butt of the joke. He made fun of law enforcement in every way he could think, while occasionally oinking at the camera.

So imagine the next time you get pulled over...

Are you going to exercise your right to bring those arrogant cops down a peg? All you have to do is say three simple words to trigger the conditioning etched in their brains. Just like that, Mr. Goody-two-shoes will be frothing at the mouth for a chance to degrade himself in front of you.

How are you going to make him do it?

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Spoiled Brats Get What They Deserve

There's nothing more insufferable than rich boys, pretty ones at that. Everything is handed to them on a silver platter, all thanks to Daddy's credit card. Their lives equate to nothing more than looking good, all with a repulsing self-indulgent grin.

They always get what they want… so why not switch things up and give them what they deserve.

Starting with him, Carmine. Just look at this pompous jackass. Lounging on Daddy's expensive yacht and sipping on Daddy's expensive imported tea without a care. Zero hardship. Zero stress.

Let's ruin the spoiled brat, shall we?

How about... being kidnapped in the middle of the night and shipped off to BootCamp!

That should do just the trick, don't you agree?

Just imagine the grave look on Carmine's pretty face when he discovers all the rigorous chores and workouts he must do to earn his freedom back. Long grueling days and nights of exhausting hard work, sweating like a beast and even smelling like one. Showers are hardly rewarded. The stink makes the man, after all. He'll end up putting on 20… no, 30… no, 50! Yes, 50 pounds of manly muscle! Forcefully bulked up to 280lbs!

Glorious, just look at Carmine now! Left on Daddy's doorstep in utter defeat! Naturally, his brain had to shrink to the size of a peanut to make room for all that masculine muscle! Dumb as a brick and swole as a god, indistinguishable from his Daddy's handymen—that he so often made fun of. The BootCamp even branded him with a tat, something they do to all their victims... I mean, guests.

Perfect. Simply, perfect.

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You know when I absorbed that nerd I did that because I need his brain to enhance my mind, I need to be smarter and have good math skills for my test  tomorrow, And That he had more than enough To give me, but I did not think  he would actually add something to  my muscles. he probably had hidden genetics that he never really activated by just studying a lot .

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Chav TF Ryan

After shopping for a birthday present at the mall, you stop by the food court for something to eat. You grab a burger and fries from Maccies and sit down at a table, idly people watching over your meal deal. You notice a chavvy lad sitting a few tables away and you think he looks kinda hot. Nylon trackies, puffa jacket, Nike Tn sneakers, close cropped haircut and an attitude to match.

He pulls out a vape pen and you watch as he takes a couple of hits. He doesn’t care that he is sitting right in front of a sign proclaiming “Smoking or vaping is prohibited in the mall”. A couple of other chavvy lads wander over with food and sit down while they eat. They share some hits off his vape, before wandering into the mall leaving him alone again.

A food court employee stops at your table and asks if you’re done with your tray. You realise you’ve been sat here for about 20 minutes mesmerised by this hot lad and his mates. Sighing, you push the tray to them, but as you pick up your bag you make eye contact with the chavvy lad who stands up and walks towards you.

Smirking he says “Sup bruv? I seen you staring at me init. You wanting a hit on me vape or summat?”

Slightly panicking you reply “Um, I dunno mate. I wasn’t staring at you. I was just people watching, you know like you do? I didn’t mean anything by it. Um, sorry if it seemed like I was staring. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Oh bruv. Fucking come off it. You was staring at me and us mates. You think we look hot and you’d love to be like one of us init. I don’t fuckin blame ya bruv. Go on then. Have a hit off me vape and see what it’s like.” With a menacing grin he offers you his vape pen.

You laugh nervously, not sure if this lad is just messing with you or if you’re about to get a punch in the face. Maybe if you take a hit off his vape he will leave you alone and you can get out of the mall without any further drama. You’ve never vaped before but it won’t hurt to do it just once so you say “Um okay, if it makes you happy”, accept the vape pen and take a hit.

“Go on then, let's get ya started on becoming a proper scally chav lad like me. You'll love the feeling, I promise ya.” As you take a hit from the vape, he watches with anticipation as the transformation process begins to take hold of your body. “Yeah, that's right, let it do its thing. You're gonna feel so much better once it's all done. Just relax and let it happen.”

“Yesss, that's it. Just take a nice long drag and let the sweet, thick vapour fill up your lungs. That's it, bruv. Take it all in. Now, just wait a few seconds...and there it is. Can you feel it? That rush of excitement and pleasure coursing through your body? That's the transformation beginning bruv.”

You do feel a rush as the vapour hits you. Uncontrollably you take several more hits before you start to feel a bit dizzy and disorientated. Your body feels tingly all over and you have to sit down because you feel like you are going to pass out.

“It’s all good bruv. You’ll feel alright in a few. It’s the physical transformation making you feel a bit out of it. You’re gonna love how you turn out. Take some more hits on the vape and you’ll feel all better. I can see the difference in you already. Feel those abs coming through? You’re gonna have a tight six pack init!”

You feel your abdomen tightening and new muscle definition developing in your arms. You take more hits on the vape pen and now your head starts to tingle. You touch your head and your nice preppy haircut is now short on top with tightly shaved sides. It feels strange at first but you take another hit off the vape pen and it feels like it’s always been this way. Almost like you’re losing your old self.

Your new chav mate is clearly enjoying the transformation taking place and he eyes you up and down approvingly. “Looking a lot sharper now init. You feeling the scally vibe yet bruv? Keep puffing on that vape and you soon will. I’m Connor by the way. And I think we’ll call you Ryan. You seem like a Ryan. How’s that sound?”

“But my name is Jas …..” you tail off. You realise you can’t say your name anymore. You don’t really know that person anymore. You think you used to go to college, but college is for clever cunts init. You take a couple more hits. Yeah Connor is right. Your name is Ryan. College? What the fuck was that all about?

Connor was right about the dizziness passing. Now you feel a lot better. You feel more like yourself. Now you are hitting the vape without even thinking about it and the transformation continues. You feel a burning sensation along your arm and hand as a sleeve tattoo starts to develop, followed by two sharp pricks as diamond studs pierce your earlobes.

“Well Ryan. How’s you feelin now bruv? You’s lookin’ sick bruv, but we gotta get you some sharp drip init cos’ you look like a fuckin’ div in your Primark shit. Lemme text a couple of bros who boost gear from Foot Locker and JD. See what they can get for yer.” He sends a text message and gets a text back almost immediately. “Okay bruv, get over to the bogs and wait in the second cubicle.”

You do as he tells you and wait in the second cubicle for about 15 minutes when you hear Connor talking to another lad. “Yo Ryan bruv. Incoming.” A backpack comes over the top of the cubicle and Connor looks over the partition with a big grin on his face. “Yo bruv. Me mate Jayden boosted you some drip. Get changed and we can get the fuck out.”

You open the backpack and take out the clothes. A pair of Nike Tn sneakers, nylon Nike trackies and a puffa jacket. As Connor watches over the partition, you strip down to your underwear and eagerly dress in your new gear. Connor grins as he watches you struggle to put on the sneakers, giving you pointers on how to tie them just right and make sure they're displayed properly.

You leave the cubicle and look in the mirror. It’s the fist time you’ve seen Ryan and you look fucking mint. You grin at Connor as you stuff your old clothes in the rubbish bin. "Damn, you look proper fit, mate. Not bad for a newbie! And those fresh tatts and piercings... they look wicked on you."

Connor eyes the ink on your skin and the studs in your ears, admiring how they complement your new look. He can't resist the urge to touch and play with your piercings, teasing you with a sly grin. "So, now that you're a proper scally chav lad, what you wanna do? You wanna go cause some trouble? Maybe even get kinky with me? You ever sniffed a pair of scally sneakers?"

"I'm always up for a bit of fun, especially with a fit chav lad like you. Let's go show everyone how much of a scally lad you are." Connor leads you outside and down an alleyway, where you are met by his chav mates who are all smoking weed and drinking. They all tease you and comment on how good-looking you are in your new gear. "Oi oi! Look at this fit bloke now, one of us bruv!"

Connor wraps his arm around your shoulder possessively, pulling you close as you walk down the road. The smell of weed and alcohol fills your nose, and you feel a rush of excitement as the group heads towards the nearby park. "We're gonna hang out here for a bit, mate. Show you how we do things around here. You wanna hit this blunt?"

Connor passes you the joint, you take a hit inhaling the smoke deeply and coughing hard. You can feel the buzz starting to kick in as you pass the joint back to Connor. The group starts laughing and joking around, being loud and disruptive. You feel a sense of belonging, like you're part of something special.

As the night gets darker, the group splits up, and Connor takes you to a secluded spot behind some buildings, where it's quiet and no one can see you. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers into it. "You're such a fit chav lad, man. I wanna see how kinky you can get. Wanna sniff each other's sneaks and socks?"

Connor takes off his Nike tn sneakers, revealing his sweaty socks inside. He hands them to you, watching expectantly as you take a deep breath in, inhaling the musky scent. He groans with pleasure as he takes a sniff of your socks as well. "Mmm, you've got a fuckin’ hot chav scent bruv. Proper gets me hard."

Connor gets closer to you, his breath hot on your neck. He starts to nibble on your earlobe, his hand reaching down to grab your crotch. "You want me, don't you? You want to be my kinky little chav lad, always ready for some fun?" He kisses your neck, before whispering again. "I want to take you back to my place, show you what real scally lads do for fun."

Connor's hand tightens on your crotch, his eyes full of lust as he waits for your response.

"Fuck yeah, mate! Let's go!" Connor pulls you close, placing his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the dark alleyways towards his flat. Every step makes you feel more and more excited, wondering what kind of kinky fun he has in store for you.

Once you arrive at his place, Connor doesn't waste any time. He pushes you up against the wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he grinds up against you.

"Here, grab these," he says, tossing you a pair of his socks. "I want you to sniff them while we fuck." You eagerly obey, inhaling the pungent scent while Connor strips off his clothes. As he reveals his muscly, tattooed body to you, you can't help but feel your own cock getting harder by the second. Connor takes notice, smirking as he pulls you onto the bed with him.

"You're a fuckin’ sexy chav lad now. You know that?" he says, running his hands over your body. "I want to make you mine tonight." Connor starts to kiss and lick his way down your body, pausing at your crotch. He pulls down your trackies and starts to suck your cock, his tongue flicking over the head while he moans with pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it, mate. Let me taste that chav lad dick." You can't take it anymore, and you climax hard in his mouth. He swallows every drop, before pulling you up to kiss you. You can taste your own cum on his tongue, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Now it's my turn," Connor says, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs. "Rim my arsehole and make me moan like a proper scally lad." You eagerly dive between his thighs, burying your face in his musky crack. You start to lick and suck, driving him wild with pleasure. He moans and groans, thrusting his hips up to meet your mouth.

"Yes, mate! That's it! Rim me good, make me your dirty little chav bitch!" Finally, you can't take it anymore. You climb up on top of him, spitting on your cock before sliding it into his quivering hole. You both start to thrust, holding his socks to your face and breathing his scally scent. Connor holds one of your Tn’s tight to his face with one hand, jerking his cock with the other.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Connor's voice grows louder and more urgent as he nears his own climax. "Give it to me, mate! Fill me up with your hot cum!" With one final thrust, you both let out a loud groan as you orgasm together. You collapse in a sweaty heap, panting and exhausted but completely satisfied. Connor rolls over and pulls you close, draping his arm over your chest.

"That was so fuckin’ hot bruv," he says, nuzzling your neck. "You're definitely a proper chav lad now." You can't help but smile, feeling more alive than you have in years. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder what kind of kinky scally adventures Connor has in store for you next.

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You met your best friends sister on a college frat party. For the first time you really noticed how good she looked, her tight and short clothes really showed off her curves. Like hungry hyenas some guys immediately went for her. I worked myself between them, as she knew me I got all of them backing off. She said she and her friend were here together, I offered her a drink and we both started to move towards the tap.

The party is in my fraternity house, it is pretty crowded. After a few beers the flirtation got pretty heavy. She is getting pretty intoxicated, her friend joined the conversation even more drunk than us. Instead of vodka I gave her a shot of water and started doing shots. At some point we really got drunk and both of the girls got really touchy. Both rubbing my abs and feeling my biceps and chest. I offered to find a more secluded place, taking both of them to my room. While we moved upstairs some brothers of the frat cheered on, yelling my nickname, breeder, as we got in my room.

In my room, clothes and gym gear on the floor, is a big bed. I had each girl on one side as I walked with them right to the bed. The drunk girl immediately playfully licked my abs and worked her way down. Slowly pulling down my shorts as my semi-hard cock jumped up. My friends sister, Eva, was still standing beside the bed. I pulled her in, as I made room for her to lay beside me. There we made out, we kissed as her friend began working on my cock. She sucked and licked it good, making it fully erect. The thickness almost too much for her mouth and the length definitely too big. My horse sized penis is legend in the frat, as a wine bottle thick meat, and a 10 inch in length many have tried to deepthroat it, many have failed.

I had Eva sitting on my face, she at first didn’t know what I meant. After I told her to just do it, she quickly found out how good it feels for her. I licked, sucked and ate her out like crazy. She began even riding my face, moaning like crazy. I could feel her juices building up, leaking in my mouth.

One leg I moved to her friends neck, making sure she is taking me deeper. The taste of her fertile juices in my mouth completely drove me into a primal state. I pushed her on the bed off my face, I ordered both girls to lay on their back. I began with Eva, her wet cunt so tight. She whimpered as I slowly forced my whole cock in her. I could feel her insides starting to stretch, I needed that before I could fuck her. I relentlessly pounded her pussy, I rubbed her friend as well on her clit. I started to switch it up, few minutes of pounding her and rubbing Eva and then go back to it.

I had both girls moaning their heads off, I felt my first fat load coming. I moved back to Eva, lifted her up in the air and fucked her like that until I pumped my load in her. Just like that I threw her on the bed, she completely exhausted, still moaning and thanking me. I directed my attention to the other one, made her sit in fight style and thrusted like a mad man inside her. It took a while until I finally blasted another batch in her snatch. She collapsed as she orgasmed on my cock, my load filling her up.

My body soaked in sweat, two girls barely able to move from exhaustion and pleasure. I put on my shorts and told them I’ll be back. I left my room, my whole frat looked at me. I gave them a wink, and howled like a wolf as we always did when we bred a slut. I partied a bit more, had some more drinks and got back to my room. Two girls in my bed, I slept between them and made sure before I kicked them out the next morning both had a fresh load in their cunt.

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My boyfriend loves to tease me with pictures of his fat belly while I’m at work, especially after stuffing himself with a big lunch. His gut looked particularly large in the most recent photo, which was paired with a message that read, “Do you want to see what I ate this time?” The video that followed had me glued to my phone screen, as I’d never seen anything like it before.

It appeared that he’d filmed himself leading some random twink into our bedroom, who was already stripped down naked. At first I thought my boyfriend had cheated on me and had the audacity to show me the evidence. Instead, I watched as he grabbed the poor lad’s wrists and shoved his hands into his mouth. What was an excited grin became a look of terror as my partner stuffed the slim man down his throat, stopping halfway to savour his taste for a while.

I was entranced by how my boyfriend’s belly swelled as he gulped down a pair of flailing legs, his prey’s full weight settling inside him. Clearly the picture I got sent earlier was from after his digestion, as his squirming stomach looked even larger at this point in the video. I thought about how that guy must have felt, squirming for his life within a thick prison of belly fat that he had no chance of escaping.

I was rock hard after watching my partner consume another man like that, frustrated that I wasn’t there to rub his giant gut while it dealt with its meal.

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Something was up when your friend asked you to meet at a friend of a friend of a friends, but you threw caution to the wind and pulled up.

It was red flags everywhere but something said “fuck it let’s go” as you let yourself in.

“Hello?” You say with optimism as you let yourself in.

You don’t hear anyone but a voice suddenly Cala out, “In here!”

It wasn’t your friend calling, someone else. You walked over and stepped on something first. Looking down you notice it was the same clothes your friend usually wears, all balled up; underwear and all.

You look back up to see that friend of a friend of a friend just casually sitting on the couch, his stomach gurgling loudly as the contents of his belly were clearly digesting.

“Took you long enough.” He said, disappointed in his tone.

“The hell is going on here? Where’s Brad?” You ask, completely aloof to your demise.

The man stands up. His belly sloshes, but with the focus on his gut, you don’t even notice his bulge was extra bulging as he grabbed and shakes it at you.

“Yeah. You took too long bro. I tried to wait but I couldn’t help myself and ate Brad. He wanted to wait until you got here at least but damn I got a big appetite and well…”

His belly gurgles loudly and before you can even raise an eyebrow, his cock suddenly swells and bulges until it rips his shorts in two as his cock is rapidly growing!

This rattles you and you back up, but clumsily enough, you trip on the same clothes you were standing in as you fell on your butt hard.

You whine, but you look back as you notice not only was this man standing closer to you, but his cock was massively hard as a rock now.

Freakishly huge, massive, throbbing.

You don’t even notice but it’s too late! A simple thrust and your feet and legs are gulped by the massive cockhead aiming at you!

“What the fuck!” You exclaim as you immediately panic and try to pull out!

You runt, jerk your legs! You think it’s helping but it’s doing the opposite!

“Let me go!” You yell, grabbing anything to throw at this man who is using his cock to gobble you up!

But the man says nothing. You’re throwing paper and balled up clothes. He just rubs his gut as you get jerked deeper!

“No use trying to escape. I’ve already churned your friend here, but I can finish you quicker…” he says with a grin.

You panic harder, trying to grab anything to pull yourself out!

Something says to try and grab his huge oozing cock slit to try and pry yourself free, but that was a terrible plan since as soon as your hands touched that huge head, the precum he was gushing caught you off guard and your arms slipped inside!

You tried to struggle more! Just then, a rumbling from his cock! You look down, pinned as precum shot out, hitting you in the face.

You continue struggle, spitting out precum when you immediately start to beg and whimper!

“Please! Just let me go!”

You try and squirm, but your body is slowly being pulled into his cock with no chance at escape. You can only wiggle as you look down briefly at the sight of your chest being pulled in.

But without noticing at first, you look back up to notice some balloon like object go over your head as you can only let out one final yell before your head in pulled in as you’re completely consumed by his cock.

The man grins as he slides the large condom over his monster cock as he groans feeling your body wobbling in his shaft.

You don’t stay in there long as your feet touch something gooey and you’re rapidly pushed downwards until you land in his balls.

Your dunked! You can’t tell up from down!

Eventually you manage to catch your breath, but not before you already ingested god knows how much salty cum before you finally make a last ditch effort to escape!

You pound on the fleshy walls. You try and yell, only swallowing more cum on accident. You start to get woozy, struggling to keep your head up.

Hard to keep focus, can’t see anymore… eventually succumbing to your demise as you sink into the warm cum that has been working you over.

And just in time as the man who devoured you with his cock was jerking frantically only to groan as he ejaculated so hard that the condom he had on his cock nearly flew off from the ensuing pressure.

The condom rapidly filled with thick white fluid, close to the breaking point until he drained his balls completely with what was left of you drifting around in the milky contents.

“Hehe damn a good load to add to the others…” as he popped the condom off his now shrinking cock as he walked over, tied the condom up in a swift moment and managed to carry it to another part of the house.

He hefted your remains, opened the storage pace to reveal other condoms of varies sizes as he dropped yours off and let out a rippling belch before shutting the door.

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Want a home that’s as soft as jelly? Then come here and let me eat … you’ll be comfortable see how soft my belly is? What are you waiting for … want to come in?

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More Than Neighbors

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Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Endo, Digestion, Melting Digestion, Multiple Instances of Vore, burping

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.

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.

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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