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predator that swallows prey down and begins to down beer after beer so the stomach begins to swell and slosh with all of it. the prey hiccuping and giggling as he gets drunk from the beer mixing with the acids so when the prey submerges its almost like hes floating in a acidic beer can

i love this idea. a frat boy who swallows some worthless pledge and crashes a keg party. the guys struggle to hold him and his massive gut up as he smashes keg after keg, his tank growing rounder and sloshing as the beer and prey fight for space. by the end of the night, the pledge is left bobbing around in the acidic beer soup, barely able to keep his head above the frothy mixture. the belly sloshes and groans all night as the frat boy brutally processes the meal and alcohol, all while plowing some sorority girl.

in the morning his gut is still round and bloated, sloshing like a water balloon. he can feel the mostly intact body of the pledge slosh around with it and bounce of his slippery gut walls. but the worst part was the gas… all that Busch Light and supple boy meat gave him the rankest farts and wettest belches he’d ever seen, fumigating his room with the smell of his insides.

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pred annoyed of you thrashing and squirming and yells "hurry up and die already!" then pressed hard on your spine until he hears it crunch and fold in on itself. he presses hard on your skull till it spilts. feeling your ribcage bend in on itself. "are you fucking dead yet cunt?!"

there’s no answer back except for a twitch deep inside your gut. he just takes this as a yes and pumps his hand before leaving to work and going about his day, no one knowing that there is a disgusting, sizzling corpse turning into liquified gore sloshing around his ballgut. maybe a couple of my bones poke out of his gut and he has to clench his abs and snap them in half before anyone notices.

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you slip into a stomach which has endlessly been fed man after man for days now. immense boiling sludge of meat and blood with bones here and there and the occasional undigested limb around you. so much of that soup that its up to your neck. the pred has already forgotten about you and is planning on the next guy to eat not even a full ten minutes later. by that time you'll just join the gore. would you drink it? i mean its just like chili. except it'll melt you from the inside out. and you'll be drinking in dozens of men. and dozens more will follow up after you.

there’s so many skulls and femurs and various other bones just floating around the bubbling sludge. i’ll scream and fight, trying to squirm but just slipping around the rubbery walls as my cries fall on deaf ears. maybe i’ll drown before the real digestion begins, or maybe he swallows another twink who crushes me into a meaty paste upon falling into the stomach. i also thinks it’s hot when prey get sent while and alive into the intestines. the preds gut is so overworked and tired that it just chugs along and squeezes me into your small intestines with the other half digested corpses littering your gut, squeezing and suffocating me as the bulge in the pred’s gut moves a little lower.

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what kind of pred is your favorite sweetness?

oof that’s a hard question. i think a teen predator who’s still learning the ropes is hot, his body still struggling to produce enough acid to digest an entire human being, so the poor thing stays alive for days as the boy goons and taunts his meal.

but i think my favorite would have to be a callous frat boy pred. conventionally attractive, well hung, and not a care in the world, except for where his next meal/fucktoy is. also love it when they have a fat and hairy PAWB ass that just reeks of old sweat and unwashed musk. maybe the frat boy makes you eat and clean his ass before he sends you to bake and broil inside his colon, or maybe he just sends you down his rank and slimy throat to slowly die in his beer belly, feeling his other brothers grope and knead at your softening body while rancid farts squeal out of his swampy ass.

(sorry y’all, i’ve been into asses and frat boys lately😜)

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would your co workers just laugh at how pathetic you are as a prey thing to be forced onto a desk in the middle where everyone could watch until you're fucked within an inch of your life then swallowed down and clenched harder and harder until the sounds of bones crunching and organs sizzling away as you melt into boy soup? or would more than enough dudes jerk off and belly worship me kissing my stomach and telling you to give in and just die already for your new owner? or both?

i think everyone would just watch me slowly boil in your gut with their dicks twitching in their pants…

i work as a pool boy and i love thinking about which customers would nab me up while i clean their pool and rape/vore me while i’m on the clock. one minute in brushing a pool, the next i’m taking an acid bath in some dilf’s groaning ballgut😈

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i hope you didn't end up dying. because i wanted to be the one to hunt you down. have my brutal way with you then maybe breaking the bottom of your spine so you cant struggle too hard when you go down my throat. i want to feel my stomach squeeze your head so hard it pops like a grape

no, unfortunately i haven’t been snatched up yet and used like a fleshlight and walking meal😞

how about you come do that to me while i’m at work…

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Boy grinding his belly full of the other boy's lil sibling against the other boy to show whos in charge. Ughh would love to rp this

hot hot hot! definitely hmu🙂‍↕️

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“Fuck bruh just digest already,” Evan whined as he fell back on his bed. His gut sloshed loudly, the bubbling cauldron loudly reorienting itself. Now entering day 3 of digestion, his best friend’s little brother was more liquid than boy at this point, but the undigested flesh and bones that remained were being a bitch to break down. The teen closed his eyes and groaned in discomfort: he felt disgustingly full, had god awful heartburn, and it felt like there was a blockage somewhere deep in his lower bowels. It was probably the boy’s skull or his yet-to-be shattered pelvis. *ggWuORrrrPp* Evan’s gut let out a sickly groan that seemed to travel through his guts and up his throat, stinging the boy’s throat with its disgusting scent of mid-stage digestion. The acids and stench of decomposing little boy sizzled at his throat before it burst out of his mouth as a long *BWOURRRRRPP* Drool slobbered down his face and onto his sheets as the smell hit him. It was almost as if he had farted out his mouth. It was then that Evan’s gut let out an even more nauseating, deafening gurgle. This seemed to open the flood gates in the teens guts, and in between the sickening blast of digestive roars was muffled snap deep in Evan’s guts, a wet snap that ended with a series of light crunches, a crunching that was unlike the familiar, brittle snap of an acid bleached bone. Evan knew what this meant from past meals; whatever limb or body part that was just pulverized in his guts was still largely in tact. The flesh and meat only slightly melted by his gastric juices. Evan’s mind then wandered, thinking about how much of the little boy was still human-esque snaking through his guts. Had the boy’s face sloughed off into the meaty slop? Was it stuck in an eternal scream as it bulged through the rippling flesh of Evan’s lower guts? Was the boy’s torso still intact, smooth skin turning a disgusting pink as it joined sizzling the sizzling gore, his little dick still dripping pre-cum. “Fuck…” Evan muttered as his cock hardened. His phone lit up in the corner of his eye. It was a snap from his best friend... Evan smirked, another soft burp working its way up from his corrosive gut.

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Would you like to role play on here

sure! just message me

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truly an interesting thought. When a pred straight murders you in the most vicious fashion all you are is a simple snack. not even a full meal. you're walking caliroes and nutriesnts to be sifted through then expelled. your life and purpose all gone within a few hours. no more blog, no more breathing, no more life. and when that pred burns those caliroes then thats it. absolutely no trace you ever existed or had any point to exist past the fact you were meant to be a sad looser meal tugging your meat to the thought of dying inside someone

love this. i think it’s hot that some of you guys just walk around in public and see a cute guy like me and immediately think about boiling them inside your gut. how u wanna fuck the shit out of me then send me to stew in your gut for days while you taunt me and goon the feeling of fullness🤤🤤

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how long would a pred have to rape you until your screaming at him to stop and just end your life in his stomach already? i really want you to not enjoy it. i mean like i want all the pleasure to be mine and you will just be a whimpering ball of sentient meat blood and bones for me to send to death

probably hours, i can be a real fighter anon😏

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leave your windows unlocked. im going to sneak inside and tie something around your mouth so you dont scream...yet. im going to fuck you full of so many loads you'll bloat like you're pregnant with my butt baby. then i'll happily break an arm or two when shoving you down my throat making sure to chew and chomp down as hard as i can until i feel some cracks happening. then i'll swallow you up and you'll die in my belly then ill shit out your bones and flush you away

anon you perv!😳

(this is actually incredibly hot anon so come on in, the window unlocked and the candles are lit😜😜)

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pred that prefers to soak his prey in beer so the pred works at some place where he can shove prey into barrels of the stuff and they just hardly have enough room to hold still to breathe in the fetal position. he lets them soak for a few days before tasting and seeing how tender they are. he threatens to drown them if they misbehave so they just sit until its time to eat

mmmm so cruel. even better if he marinates them in beer inside his boiling ballgut

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Ngl I’d love to do vorny shit with a cute guy irl, especially if one of us ended up grinding the other away in our gut~

Think you would ever wanna devour or get gulped irl~?

i’d love to get gulped irl~

message me and we can talk about this more!

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*GrRRggrPp*

“Ugh fuck-“ Brad groaned, his gut letting out a disgusting whine that made him feel utterly sick. The pledge he had downed a solid week ago was still, well… mostly solid. His partially digested body bulged out of his gut obscenely, and no matter how many enzyme supplements he took, the little shit just wouldn’t digest. While this was uncomfortable for Brad, it was more so for the pledge clinging to life inside his hellish gut. The boy’s body was mangled and blistered, skin melted off towards the bottom half of his body. His blonde hair had fallen out ages ago, and the whites of his eyes were burnt by the caustic acids spewing from every disgusting fold in the sweltering gut. The boy wheezed with each breath, his throat raw from the acids. Every bone in his lower half had been dislocated, their splintered forms puncturing his rapidly softening skin like a knife in warm butter. With a piercing *GrrRrlLgle* the sphincter below the boy slowly opened, siphoning the bubbling soup of half digested flesh towards Brad’s waiting intestines. More and more of him drained away with a disgusting slosh as the boy awaited his torturous death within the darkness of Brad’s putrid gut. To make it even worse, the boy smelt and felt slimy globs of half chewed food fall upon him every few hours. Pizza, fried chicken, ice cream and Busch Lite, the ravenous frat boy was not just satiated by ending the life of one boy. No, he had to consume more, and really show the pledge how little he meant to him. As the pledge slipped in and out of consciousness, he wondered if Brad even knew he was still alive, and if he even knew his name…

*boOUurRrrrp* Brad let out a disgusting belch, the scent of acid and half eaten pizza filling the air. The slimy folds contracted around the boy even tighter, squishing more of his semi-liquified body into the intestines. Now the acids poured down on the boy, slowly melting into a soup of meat, bone, and other half chewed foods that continued to rain down. He managed to choke out a whine before Brad groped his gut, feeling something hard in his gut. This had to be the boy’s legs (or what was left of them), and with one fatal squish the boy’s lower half gave way and collapsed into gorey soup. “Finally,” the gluttonous frat boy chuckled, his gut beginning to pick up steam as more of the boy filtered into his lower intestine.

*UrrRrrAaAPpp*

Brad buried once more, this time not only tasting the meaty essence of the boy, but smelling the interior of his hard-working tank. Pizza and beer mingled with the rotten flesh and metallic hint of blood. Another deafening gurgle gave Brad the satisfactory knowledge that his gut was finally getting to work on the unfortunate pledge.

Speaking of unfortunate—the pledge was even more so wishing for the release of death. His body had been overturned by the kneading of Brad’s gut, combined with the playful groping coming from outside. His reddened face, flesh peeling off, had suddenly been submerged beneath the repulsive soup of acid, boy meat, and miscellaneous foodstuffs. And now, the sphincter to Brad’s intestines was about to engulf his head. In one fell swoop, the pulsing sphincter ushered him towards the small intestine, closing right on his neck and beginning to choke the little air he had in him. Normally, this sphincter never allowed solids to pass, but the tired and over-worked gut just wanted to vacate itself of the stubborn freshman. The boy twitched as he was pushed into the dark and constrictive tube, trying to scream for any help. In less than a minute his wish was granted, and the boy went still as he was finally snuffed out. Brad could only groan as his gut let out a string of groans, and he felt an ache come from his gut. He pressed down on his gut once more, a squishy crunch blaring out and an ensuing fart sneaking out from between his hairy cheeks. It smelled to high hell, but at least it alleviated the pain in his gut, only because he had unknowingly decapitated the pledge. His half digested head, caught in an eternal cry, now bulged out his small intestine, which created a barely noticeable lump in Brad’s lower gut. His headless body continued to stew in Brad’s tank, more slimy globs of pizza and beer raining down as the frat boy continued his night out, oblivious to the rancid, organic freak show he helped to create in his biological torture chamber…

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preds on a highschool football team are allowed to eat anyone they want to so they can keep being huge and strong to win the big games. so everyone is always trying to tiptoe around them and doing their best not to get their attention because if one of them chooses to just grab you at any time and eat you they are allowed to and no one can stop them. they'll just go to class and relax as the teacher has to talk loudly over the sounds of boy meat being broken down and boiled alive as the prey is screaming for help from anyone. class after class goes by and the tasty boy meat is weeping and still crunching away inside. it isn't until the next morning when the jock is jerking off hard he decides to sqeeze his stomach hard then the final CRUNCH happens and kills the prey, making the jock cum HARD. then the jock might go to school and belch out a skull and give it to another jock as a 'check this out!' move. and the jocks are always trying to one up one another.

love this idea anon! oh how ive missed your freaky ass~

this all boy’s academy really values its athletics programs, so jocks basically have free reign. it’s nearly impossible to teach the entirety of football season, what with the constant wailing and gurgling coming from guts, and the endless belching and wet farts…

the worst is the homecoming pep rally, where the athletes waltz into the gym with their giant, sagging bellies of digesting boy, only to call on a few hapless students to gulp down and digest for the big game on Saturday. the principal gets a sick thrill out of it, putting his face and microphone up to the guts of the players, mocking the screams of student’s dying inside and asking them what’s left of yesterday’s meals. hell even get the jocks to belch and fart on the microphone for the entire student body to hear. he’ll make crude remarks about the smell and joke about the indigestion.. “bet that was his legs!” or “that smelled a bit like Old Spice,” all while he tries to hide his boner in his waistband😈

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hope my favorite fart fuel is doing alright <3

thanks! i’ve been busy with work and family stuff, but im trying to get back into writing some nasty stuff for u sick fucks😜