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I do really love to grab lunch at work when i‘m free in the afternoon, but do they know my coworker took the rest of the day off too?😈🤔

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Coming home from pride like every year, with a full squirming belly, ready to go to bed while my belly starts diguesting….

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Image from @croquejeannette

Claude mustered up the courage to go back to the gym after a year long hiatus.

He wasn’t a slouch by any means, he took general care of himself but put on weight after landing himself on strict bed rest and minimal working out so he certainly put on a lot of weight during the transition.

It was late when he went and of course, most everyone he knew going to this gym had either moved on to another gym or just stopped going there altogether.

However, Claude came back with a vengeance, still pumping out solid numbers and after an hour or two of getting himself back in form was he fresh out of the showers ready to leave when he heard someone talking to him.

“Surprised a fatass like you could pump those kind of numbers.”

Claude turned around to find a leaner, muscular jock bro just standing at the exit of the locker room as he walked in and was grabbing a few of his things as locker right next to Claude.

“I beg your pardon.” He asked, confused by such a conversation starter.

But the gym bro closed the locker and simply eyed him up and down.

“Maybe you should eat leaner foods bro. I was just joking anyways fatass.” He said as he turned his back to Claude as he began to walk off.

However, he didn’t get far. He was grabbed from behind as the gym bro let out a yelp before his voice was muffled as Claude unhinged his jaw and pulled the jock into his mouth.

The man struggled, but he found himself being swallowed whole, kicking and struggling as his tank top, shorts and other articles of clothing were all ripped or stripped off of him while Claude easily overpowered the smaller man with ease.

Claude teased his meal as his tongue glided across the jocks body as he wiggled and squirmed mercilessly until Claude was stuffing the jocks feet past his lips.

Claude looked at his muscle gut as this unknown jock bro was curled up and struggling for freedom.

“You’re right man. I do need to start eating leaner, thanks for the tip!-BURREAPPPPPP!”

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The Best Colt Men #7 — Hot 'N Hairy Studs! (1999)

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Too much to grab

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Did you think you could run away from me? Huh? Hahaha, no way. Did you really think that trying to escape would help you? Didn't you realize that my physique is a thousand times superior to yours? Oh, I love to see the hopes of my victims shattered when I pin them under my body. Also, watching your face while you feel my stomach rumbling, proccesing what little left of your boyfriend and asking for more meat, makes me really horny. Now be still, because it's time to eat and daddy is hungry. SLUUUURP.

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"Happy Father's Day "

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Dad digesting his son vore gotta be the best type of vore there is, 2nd gotta be boyfriends breaking up with each other by literally dumping them out their arse. And 3rd gotta be any pred coaxing a prey into his being eaten. What do you think?

It's Father's Day! How could I say anything but dads digesting their sons is the best? It most definitely can't be beat. While I'd say the next two spots would be brothers becoming only childs and uncles enjoying the bulges their nephews make, I am a sucker for boyfriend vore. Dump a guy by dumping him in the toilet? Hot. Though honestly? I think romantic vore between lovers has that beat

Preds coaxing their meals is always hot as hell, telling them about how they belong in and on their body, how nice it'd feel to melt away, to not have to worry about so much.

We can't forget those tricky preds, either, the ones who promise they either won't eat you or that they'll let you out safely... only to reveal you're getting churned today.

Fuck I love gay vore

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REALLY outdid myself with this vore 😁

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Mack wished his son had listened to him, really he did. “Trust me, you won’t like it” he’d warned the boy, “It’s not at all like you’re imagining” he’d said again and again each time his son had asked. And what should’ve been the biggest deterrent of all: “It’s a one way trip, once you’re in my tank you’re not coming out again.” He’d say in a very serious voice, “You’ll be digested in there like any other food, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant process.”

Still, the foolish boy hadn’t been daunted. He continued to beg his dad at every opportunity, going on and on about how he wanted to end up inside his pop’s big hairy belly, and how he loved the idea that he’d be adding to his father’s waistline. Damn, the kid was acting like it was a ride at fucking Disney land instead of his dad swallowing and digesting him. No matter how many times Mack told his son exactly what would happen if he swallowed him alive, the boy just wouldn’t listen, claiming over and over that he was totally fine with what would happen to him once inside his father’s hungry gut. Finally, on the night of his 18th birthday, and with the assistance of a fair amount of alcohol, Mack relented.

Half an hour later, Mack looked down, shaking his head sadly at his massive gut as it bulged and shook with his son’s attempts at struggling within. He could clearly make out his boy’s cries, telling him he’d changed his mind and begging his father to let him out. Stupid, stupid kid… Mack had warned him so many times that it wouldn’t be anything like he’d imagined in all his strange fantasies. No doubt the boy had expected a pleasant, warm slide into a nice stretchy stomach, where the walls were pillowy and soft and they hugged him lightly while he drifted off to sleep. The reality, which Mack had tried to explain to him, was much harsher. The poor boy really had no idea what he was in for when he’d begged his father to eat him. Mack could tell right away that he’d been shocked by the sweltering heat of his dad’s insides as he started to swallow him, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his tight throat, and the boy definitely hadn’t been prepared to be stuffed into his foul smelling, churning gut, which did stretch, but only enough to accommodate the kid, and even then just barely. The muscles of Mack’s stomach walls were far from soft as they squeezed him tightly in a painfully crushing and almost suffocating embrace while the acrid air stung his eyes and burned his nose and lungs with each breath. All the while the slick liquid that had been spreading over his body as his father’s gut churned over him was beginning to cause his skin to itch and burn.

Mack knew the exact moment his boy was experiencing all of this and came to the conclusion that his father was indeed right, that this crushing, acidic, disgusting chamber wasn’t anything like he’d imagined. It was, as his dad had said, a hellish and a terrifying place to spend your last moments. That’s when the boy had started to squirm and shout for his dad to let him out, at first in a sort of “Hey dad, I guess I don’t like this after all” kind of voice, fully expecting Mack to release him and to receive a stern lecture about listening to his dad’s warnings. It was only when his father had informed him that, no, he wouldn’t be coming back out and that he’d be digested just like he’d warned him, that the boy really started to panic.

Mack watched his gut bounce and shake as his son thrashed and begged for release inside the fleshy prison. No doubt his powerful stomach was already starting to work on him, the muscular clenches of his stomach walls becoming rougher and more powerful, and the itching sensation most likely at the point where it transitioned to a painful burning sensation as his acids did their job. He sighed, rubbing over his bulging belly as his son’s cries became more desperate and his struggles intensified and became frantic, and decided to take pity on the foolish kid. No, he wouldn’t be letting him out though, his son’s fate had been sealed the moment his head had slipped past his father’s lips, Mack’s gut had claimed the boy and he was just a meal now, family or not. Mack would however, give his son a small bit of mercy; Usually he’d enjoy his meal’s struggles for as long as they lasted, but it was his own son in his gut this time. Yes, he’d be digested just like anything else he put in his belly, but Mack didn’t like the idea of his boy suffering unnecessarily, so he pressed his hands the squirming, fleshy dome of his gut and pressed down. He felt all the air he’d swallowed down with his son rush back up his throat and erupt from his mouth in a massive, and very satisfied, belch. “Uuuuuuurrrrrrp!”

Moments later, all was still within his gut. It was far from quiet though as it gurgles and churned loudly over the motionless form of his kid. Mack laid back, one hand idly rubbing over his gurgling belly as he let out another soft belch that tasted slightly of his son turned meal. Mack slept soundly through the night as his stomach did its job, the bulges the boy made becoming less defined, rounding out, and his massive hairy belly slowly shrinking as the hours passed and his son was efficiently digested.