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xavierknightsbridge · 26 days ago

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Can we have a story where a skinny pred finally decides to devour a jock in an empty loocker room that's been bullying him/devoured the skinny guy's best friend

Revenge is a dish best served sweaty

Here we were again. Another session of me getting mocked by Tyler at the gym. I've always been small, struggled to put on much muscle or fat, and he's always known how much it bothers me and how much stronger he is. He even ate my best friend to show me how much better he is.

"Seriously dude, you might as well just give up, you're never going to look like this." He said, flexing his muscles and slapping his abs. The smack echoed throughout the empty locker room. To my chagrin, he'd started following me around the gym, putting me down at every turn, letting me know how pathetic I am. Each day I felt my anger towards this handsome jock grow and grow. Each time I heard his cocky laughter; each time he tried to put me down; each time he showed me his powerful muscles I felt a little more hatred stir within my gut.

"The only reason I haven't bothered eating you is because you'd add so little; I'd probably lose more weight digesting you than what you'd put on for me!" Then his face contorted into a wolfish grin. "Not like your little buddy. He did a number on me, I was working him off for weeks. What was it? Tony? Toby?"

"Tommy." I said, under my breath. He'd been the only person who genuinely tried to motivate me and Tyler took that away. He'd gulped him down right in front of me and howled with laughter while Tommy screamed for help. Even once Tommy's screams had stopped after a guttural *CRUNCH* from inside Tyler's stomach and a meaty belch, he continued to get his twisted kicks from the situation as he jerked off happily over his wobbling orb of a gut.

"Tommy! That's it! He took forever to burn off. But safe to say what's left of him is gone now. Now he's just somewhere on here" Tyler said, gesturing to his chest and arms. I mourned my friend for a moment; remembering his kindness and understanding demeanor. I could still hardly believe that Tyler had the gumption to eat him in front of me. But he was counting on that; he knew no one would believe me, and no one would ever truly understand where Tommy went. My mourning quickly turned to more anger, though, as Tyler continued to mock me in the deserted locker room.

"And you'll never have a body like this! This is what you get after hard work and a little help from innocent prey boys like your friend Terry." He laughed.

Something inside me snapped. I was too angry to correct him. Too full of hatred to defend myself from his torments. Instead I just lunged forward with a force not of my own towards the naked jock and pushed him to the floor.

Tyler let out a sort of confused yelp as he hit the ground while he processed what had just happened. Before he had time to regain, his composure, though, I lurched forward and descended on the gym rat. All that hatred, anger, and mourning for the loss of my friend erupted into a powerful gurgle from within my abdomen.

Before I even knew what was happening Tyler's feet were already in my mouth, and I was rapidly moving upward towards his thighs. The taste that flooded my mouth was sensational. Tyler was still sweaty from his workout, which brought out a saltiness and tenderness that I'd never experienced before in food. Then it hit me. Tyler was fucking delicious. Tyler was food. Nothing could have prepared me for how good he would feed sliding into my mouth.

Above me, my newfound meal was clearly starting to panic. Tyler was trying desperately to kick me off, but by the time I was up to his knees he had lost most of his lower mobility. "You're not fucking doing this to me, man! Your stomach couldn't even handle me!" I just grabbed his thighs and pushed the naked, sweaty, exhausted jock further into my gullet.

It didn't take long for me to reach his chest. He was screaming for help, cursing me and even trying to bargain with me; telling me he'd show me how to be a real pred if I let him go. I wasn't taking any chances, this man had eaten my best friend like it was nothing so there was no escape from me now. My stomach was bulging to accommodate Tyler's mass, and his legs were already sitting heavy in my belly. In truth, I wasn't sure how I was going to take all of him, but I persevered and carried on consuming the terrified man. If I'd stopped for a moment I could've appreciated the irony; the man who had been torturing me for months begging and crying as I ate him.

I soon made my way up to his head and Tyler let out a final scream before he was sealed past my lips and I finally closed my mouth. With a few more laboured gulps I let him drop into my belly. There was no point in trying to stand; Tyler's mass was far too great for my strength, so I just sat with my back against the wall, breathless, sweaty and exhausted.

I would've been more worried about being caught if it wasn't so late. I'd always kept to the later hours of the night so no one could make fun of me for being so small. If they'd seen me now I'm sure their opinion might differ.

From inside me I could hear Tyler's screams and curses continue, muffled now by the fleshy cauldron he'd found himself trapped inside. I just let out a contented sigh and felt his form wriggle and writhe from inside me. My stomach gurgled away as it analysed and took in what I'd given it. Soon enough it would get ready to melt, digest, and absorb the jock I'd eaten.

A rush of air suddenly hit my throat and I let out a wet, powerful "BOUUUUUUUUUURP" which echoed throughout the empty changing room. Tyler's trashing continued, as my acids undoubtedly started to sting and burn his skin. I suppose no matter how jacked you are you're no match for a stomach, no matter how small the owner is.

I smiled a tired smile and thought of Tommy. I felt as if I'd avenged him in a way, giving his murderer the same fate my friend had befallen. I could now feel my stomach working harder to break Tyler down, too. His cries were becoming more hoarse as his body started to succumb to the juices inside me digesting him alive. The weight was fading, and soon enough I would be able to awkwardly stumble home and digest him properly. Clothes were out of the question, though. My belly had swollen to an impossible size so I just had to hope the streets were quiet tonight.

I hazily got to my feet, causing my meal to shift inside me. I could Tyler's form weakening as I continued to work on him; a few bones crunched as I moved up the gym steps and out the door.

"Looks like my stomach could handle you" I said, patting my belly and hobbling across the car park. Home was a short walk, and Tyler was still alive, now screaming loudly again as the pain had brought back some of his energy. I just smiled and lay down on the sofa, letting out another soft "urrp" as I drifted off to a comfortable sleep, dreaming of what possibilities this newfound power of mine would bring.

#hot af #vore #oral vore #mlm vore #m/m vore

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xavierknightsbridge · 6 months ago

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A truly amazing commission from the incredible @the-elusive-libbin who went absolutely all out on bringing my Greco-Egyptian voracious god to life!

The Pharoah's Belly

Max was an ancient Greek demigod who was a son of the voracious God of Belly.

He had barely come into the unique belly-powers bestowed by his father when he was shipwrecked in Egypt and taken down the Nile to the court of the Pharoah.

The Pharoah was a wise, cruel and huge man - rippling with muscle. He knew what Max was immediately, and spied an opportunity. Drawing upon his god Ra's strength, he had Max bound and chained, so that the Pharoah literally held the reigns to his belly.

The Pharoah wasted no time in testing and demonstrating Max's belly's potential - feeding his enemies at court to Max's hungry gut. The young man resisted at first, but the feeling of a squirming man in his bloated, distended belly was too good to resist.

The Pharoah would surprise his courtiers at feasts with demonstrations of Max's belly-power, forcefeeding his captive a traitor at the table until his belly stretched the chain and gurgled, digesting the man in full view of everyone. Sometimes the Pharoah would also command Max to bed the spouses and lovers of his food - who found themselves unable to resist the sensual magnetism of Max's gorgeous divine body. Max enjoyed bouncing and thrusting on top of them, or lying prone while they rode him, his big belly bouncing and wobbling as it digested his bedmate's former lover.

As Max grew in belly-strength, he could digest his food faster and take bigger meals into his divine gut. The Pharoah regarded his pet's gut with some suspicion - and took to chaining Max's next intended meal, belly to belly with Max, pressed up against his sweating, gurgling gut until he had digested enough to eat them too.

But Max had a plan. Sometimes, the Phaorah in a spirit of cruelty would let Max choose amongst his courtiers for his next meal, without reservation. So Max visited the high priest of Ra, and learnt the tenets of the god, and the ancient hieroglyphics that accompanied him. Until he had learned a design that promised to increase the strength and prowess of his divine belly. At last he had found a prayer-ritual that meant:

The slave gave to the king/pharaoh, with discipline, his mouth and expanded his animalistic stomach in an act of rebirth

Of course, at the next great feast where Max's belly had free choice, he horfed down the high priest and fed him to his big bare belly.

Next he went to the Pharoah's chief tattoo artist, dragging his next meal at his belly by the chain - and convinced him to tattoo the design on the lower curve of his divine stomach. And once he had eaten his latest meal, selected the tattoo artist for his next belly-expanding meal.

The Pharoah began to become suspicious, and demanded Max hand him his chains once more, only permitting him to feed on human meat at his bidding. So Max waited, enjoying his many helpings of enemy and traitor in his squirming vore belly - until the Pharoah relaxed his judgement and let Max take his pick once more.

And so Max selected the largest man at the banquet and gobbled him up, alive and kicking - until his belly was a huge, gurgling orb, expanding the capacity of his stomach for good - as well as expanding his big bare belly to the awe of all at the table who watched as it ate a man alive and whole.

The Pharoah, believing Max would take time to digest his meal, bound their bellies together again, until it was next time to link Max with his next feast of living man. But Max had other plans - he needed to wait only until the man was half-digested and his belly a pleasant gurgling pot belly - to strike. Waiting until the Pharoah was distracted, he began to yank the chains that joined them - drawing on the strength of all the men who had filled his belly before.

The Pharoah screamed and protested until he was pressed up against the great swollen gut of his captive, digesting human flesh - the belly he was to become. And with one great swallow, Max devoured the Pharoah whole, screaming and squirming, and eventually blorting and gurgling inside his man-eating massively swollen vore belly. But he was just food now, and must learn his place - as bellyfat, extending a divine mortal's bare satisfied belly.

Within himself, Max felt the great god Ra attempt to reincarnate in mortal form - as was his purpose with the death of his previous incarnation, the Pharoah. But he found himself manifesting somewhere very unexpected indeed - within the domain of the God of Belly, imbuing Max's great bare gut with Ra's divinity.

Max took the throne, his belly spilling in his lap, and using the end of the chain as a toothpick, relishing in the after-taste of his mortal-divine meal. He waited for the court to arrive so he could introduce them to the new Pharoah - his voracious, manly smug belly. He grinned as he thought of all the commands he would give them on behalf of his belly - to fill their bellies and sate his loins. He would feed those who displeased him to his belly. And maybe some of those that pleased him to .

He patted his big bare Pharoah-belly with satisfaction. His belly had many needs that would need to be satisfied. It was, after all, a God now. And Gods had many commandments. And, he belched and stoked his huge sphere of man-eating belly with pleasure, Gods also had many appetites.

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xavierknightsbridge · 7 months ago

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Pay Up or Prey Up

Jake knew that he shouldn’t be proud of the things he did. He was a debt collector, which on its own had pretty big stigma, but the way he went about his job would be seen by many as obscene. His bosses didn’t care though, they always said to him that his job was to dispose of customers who couldn’t pay by whatever means necessary. They knew about Jake’s ‘talents’ (as he called them) and provided him with an opportunity to use them. In fact, his talents are exactly why he was hired in the first place; the ability to swallow an entire person down his throat, his dick, or up his ass was exactly what made Jake the best person for the job.

And he knew he should feel ashamed about the fact that he’d ended so many lives by putting them inside his body, but the simple fact was that he didn’t. Not only was he not ashamed, but he loved his job and everything about it. The looks of harrowing fear when the poor guy who couldn’t pay up realized what was going to happen to him always put a smile on Jake’s face, and the desperate squirms in his stomach, balls or ass made him feel like he was doing the right thing by putting these lowlifes to good use. The fact that his employers always provided him with an alibi if the police got suspicious meant he could do what he loved whenever he felt like it.

Jake knew that regular people wouldn’t see it that way, so he never really told anyone what his real job was. “I work at a bank and manage debts” was his usual response to questions about his occupation, and he’d often smirk a little and wonder how people would react to what he really did. He knew people would accuse him of taking innocent lives away, but 90% of these people knew what they were getting into, and usually used the cash for selfish reasons anyway so they were better off joining Jake’s body. The other 10% were probably innocent, but Jake recognized that sometimes you have to do shady things to get by, and he knew that his body was more important than whether someone was selfish or not.

All in all, despite not being able to admit to the world what he did Jake knew he had it pretty well. He was literally paid to do his favourite thing, send guys into his body, and he knew he’d be doing it for a long time to come. He was pretty handsome too with a toned frame, nice face and a set of black curly hair on his head, so he could charm most gay guys into a false sense of security and occasionally even sleep with them before he got to do the deed.

Today was as normal as any other work day for Jake, he was being sent to a quiet side of town, so he knew no one would likely catch him in the act (even though he knew his bosses would bail him out he still didn’t want to get caught). Jake arrived at the address in his car and looked down at the notes his manager had given him.

‘Two Males, Dean Smith & Matt Jenkins, Partners, aged 25-27, £6,600 owed, they either pay up or they’re disposed of, no witnesses.’

Jake frowned for a moment on reading the notes, he’d never taken care of two people before so this could be a challenge. But after a few moments he just smiled, Jake loved a chance to test his eating skills, and knew that it would feel amazing to conquer two men in one sitting. He licked his lips before stepping out of the car and went to greet his two potential meals.

The area itself was pretty nice, Jake hadn’t had to carry out a collection here before but he knew that most people around here had enough money to get by and there was hardly any recorded crime there. He knocked on the high quality wooden door and waited. A skinny, timid looking guy with black hair and striking blue eyes opened the door, and smiled at Jake nervously. He had a ring on his left finger which he anxiously fondled.

“Hi. Can I help you?” He asked politely.

“Yeah I’m here to see you and your boyfriend, I’m with the Pay Up or Prey Up leaning company!“

"Lending company? I haven’t been borrowing any money!” He said, looking confused.

“Well unfortunately either you or your boyfriend have and it’s collection day” Jake said, he didn’t want to sound too intimidating, otherwise he might just get the door slammed in his face. The man sighed and invited Jake in, who sat down on the sofa and waited for the other partner to greet him.

A few moments later Jake heard arguing from upstairs. It sounded like only one partner actually knew about their financial situation. From what Jake could guess Matt, who’d let Jake in, didn’t know that his fiancé Dean had been in some trouble with his money. It made no difference to Jake though, he’d been instructed to dispose of both of them if the money was missing.

Moments later both of them entered the living room. The other guy was much taller, with large muscles and a tight shirt that showed off a powerful body. Jake would’ve been worried, but he knew that whenever his hunger took over he could take on the world.

“Listen.” Dean said, trying to look intimidating by flexing his muscles and standing tall. “We haven’t got the money, come back next week and we’ll have it.” Jake just took a deep breath and smiled.

“I need it now.” He said, a hunger starting to rise inside him. “If you say you haven’t got the money again then you’ll understand the ‘Prey Up’ part of our name.” This was when Matt piped up from behind his boyfriend.

“Look, my boyfriend’s clearly done some dumb shit, we really can’t afford to pay you back now. What if I took you into the other room and give you something to buy us some time?” He asked, winking. Jake suddenly had an idea; he didn’t respond to Matt, he just smiled and nodded.

Matt took Jake by the hand and led him upstairs. Dean looked annoyed and clearly wanted to stop what was happening, but he knew that if it bought him time then he would do anything. Matt and Dean’s bedroom was large and roomy, with a comfy looking bed, pictures of the couple littered the room, as well as a plethora of scented candles.

After entering, Matt slowly took his clothes off in front of Jake, trying to look sexy for his debt collector; Jake responded by taking his trousers and underwear off, exposing a sizable cock. Matt moved over and sat on the bed, looking up at Jake’s handsome figure.

“Well? You want to get this started?” Matt asked, shyly.

“Yeah let’s do this!” Jake said, grinning styling. He moved over to Matt’s skinny frame and grasped him firmly by the shoulders. Matt leaned forward to kiss Jake’s handsome face, but instead of meeting his lips Jake just opened his hungry, drooling jaws and plummeted his mouth over Matt’s head.

Matt tried to scream but his voice was just a muffled yelp inside Jake’s mouth. He let out a strained “Mmmmmpf!” In a desperate attempt to get his lover’s attention, but Jake didn’t hear Dean move a muscle. Struggling didn’t help either, Matt’s skinny frame was easy enough to pin down under the strength of Jake’s arms. He put up a fight though, they often did when they realised they were being eaten. Sometimes guys could be in so much shock that they wouldn’t ract for almost a minute, which was enough to seal their fate.

Matt was in pure panic mode though, which always felt amazing for Jake, who loved a struggle. He hoisted Matt off the bed and lifted him into the air, tilting his head back. His prey hung awkwardly in the air as Jake began to shovel him further into his mouth.

Jake felt his cock stiffen as his throat expanded to accommodate Matt’s body. Almost every nerve in his neck was exploding with pleasure as the fully grown man slid down his throat, like Jake was being given an intense massage. His eyes rolled pleasure as more and more of Matt entered him, feeling his cock leak precum all over the carpet. By now Jake had reached Matt’s shoulders, preventing his arms from moving so aggressively and allowing Jake to tighten his grip on his prey, preventing almost any form of escape.

Soon Matt’s head was far enough down to make Jake’s belly begin to swell. As his stomach opened up for its new prisoner he could feel his hoodie begin to ride up his torso. Once Matt’s own stomach reached Jake’s hungry mouth he decided to play with his food, slipping his tongue inside Matt’s belly button. He felt his prey jerk slightly, partly out of surprise and partly out of pleasure. Matt began to relax as little as Jake continued to lick his belly, which tasted salty from all the panic-sweat.

Once he was up to his crotch Jake was hit with the unmistakable taste of precum. He felt his own dick stiffen as Matt’s rock hard dick entered his mouth. All it took was a few slurps and a little twisting of Jake’s tongue make Matt let out a loud (but still muffled) moan inside him and blow his final load. Jake gave his belly, now almost entirely occupied by Matt, an affectionate pat as he felt cum leak into his mouth.

Looking down he saw that it had grown pretty sizably, despite how slender Matt had been. His hoodie now rode way past his upper-belly, exposing Jake’s meaty pecs and firm nipples, and every now and then he could see an occasional jerk or handprint on his spherical gut. Jake’s belly button was no longer a button, instead now looking like an endless cavern that even the bravest traveler would get lost in, never to be seen again. He gave his navel a quick finger to see how deep it ran but couldn’t find any sign of where it ended, his whole fist could’ve quite easily fit in there if he tried.

Moments later Jake felt Matt’s feet slide past his lips, and his snapped his mouth shut, trapping the terrified meal in darkness while he continued his descent. A few powerful swallows later and Matt was completely sealed inside Jake’s hungry, growling stomach. Jake was surprised that his hoodie had stayed in tact, usually after visiting a client he had to but new clothes as his old ones were just tattered rags that’d been ripped from his body; most of Jake’s clothes didn’t last more than a month. But this hoodie had taken the brunt of a full grown man and lived to tell the tale.

As he rubbed his perfectly spherical belly it began to gurgle, getting ready to get to work on Matt and his skinny body. All of a sudden Jake felt an unbearable pressure begin to rise in his throat, before he let out a deep, ear splitting BOUUUUUUUUUUUUURP. As he belched he felt something small and heavy shoot out of his mouth. Looking down he saw Matt’s ring sitting on the floor, covered in slime and stomach juices. He bent down, causing Matt to stir inside him and picked it up, and slipped it onto his own finger; to his surprise it was a perfect fit.

After gazing at it for a few seconds the door swung open and Jake was met with Dean’s strong figure standing in front of him; he’d clearly been confused by the deafening belch that Jake had let out and come up to investigate. He looked dumfounded for a moment, clearly wondering where his boyfriend had gone and why Jake’s stomach was so big. Then it dawned on him. Dean gasped and his eyes widened as he saw his lover’s hand print punch Jake’s belly from the inside.

“What the fuck have you done?!” Dean yelled, sounding both enraged and terrified.

“Dean? Is that you?!” Jake’s belly shouted, though he could barely be heard over the loud gloooorp and gurgling sounds coming from his stomach.

“I’m gonna get you out of there Matt, I promise!” Dean said desperately and looked angrily at Jake, striding towards him. If Jake was a normal person he supposed he’d be intimidated, but he just gave Dean a lazy smile and winked at him.

“I don’t think you are buddy. He’s just food now, destined to be part of my belly forever. And the best part is, you get to be next in line to add to my body!” Jake said, before letting out another heavy OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!. The smell of cologne hung strongly in the air and wafted around the room, the last of Matt’s essence dissipating into the air before he was completely converted into a belly.

“See people to me are just food, and our moneylending service sees that as one of my most valuable assets” Jake said, chuckling. “Why do you think we’re called Pay Up or Prey Up?”

Dean didn’t respond, he just lunged forward towards Jake, trying to tackle him to the floor, a fatal mistake. Instead of knocking Jake over he just bounced back on his stomach, and was knocked to his knees in front of Jake’s crotch. The impact sent a shockwave of pleasure through Jake’s body, which culminated in his loins. Jake let out a moan of pleasure and involuntarily shot three large ropes of cum, which hit Dean directly in the face. With Jake’s seed dripping down his face, Dean was briefly disoriented, giving Jake the opportunity to strike.

He grabbed Dean by the back of the head and thrust his dick forward. Recognizing the man as a meal, his dick did what it did best and began to take him in. The pleasure was overwhelming for Jake; the mixture of Matt still squirming and panicking inside him paired with Dean’s head sliding down his cock made him want to erupt. Though Dean was mostly blocking his slit, cum still leaked past him, lathering his body from head to toe.

This lubed Dean’s body up perfectly, letting him slip down Jake’s slimy shaft like a water slide. Not even his clothes were enough to keep him dry, as they were also drenched in salty jizz. Normally it could take up to five minutes for Jake’s dick to consume someone, but Dean was going down a treat. Within 10 seconds he was up to his chest, and Jake felt himself bursting with more pleasure, causing more thick, wet sperm to leak out of him, and within 20 he was up to his crotch. Dean slowed a little when he reached his legs, as his trousers were just dry enough to halt his momentum, but this didn’t last long.

Matt gave another jerk inside Jake’s belly which caused him to roar with pleasure and spill more seed over Dean’s body. Within seconds Dean completely disappeared down Jake’s dick and began his descent into his balls. As Dean began to enter Jake’s balls they, too, began to grow to accommodate him. Jake’s sack expanded as more and more of the helpless man fell clumsily into him before finally dropping to the floor as Dean’s entire body was submerged into his balls.

Now that his shaft was finally clear Jake really felt the pressure rise in his dick. He tried to hold on but was swiftly pushed over the edge when Dean shifted inside his balls, causing him to blow the biggest load of his life, strong enough to eject Dean’s clothes and leave them lying in a puddle on the floor. Dean was still there though, now sitting naked inside his balls. Jake could hear muffled screams from both his balls and belly as he shifted over to Matt and Dean’s bed lazily, as more cum continued to dribble out of his dick.

“Wow that was amazing guys! We’re gonna need a wet floor sign, someone could slip over all this cum!” As Jake laid on his back more jizz shot form his cock. He couldn’t really see it anymore over his gut but he could see cum shooting out and landing on his belly and chest. He lay on Dean and Matt’s bed, fondling his belly, his balls, and his meaty pecs. From inside his body he could hear the muffled protests of the two men that were about to become a layer of fat on his belly, and his cum.

“Yeah you can forget all that now guys, I’m not letting you out” Jake said, still patting his belly and fondling his balls. He looked back at Matt’s ring on his finger and chuckled. “Heh, looks like you two were really happy together. Well, now you can be happy together as a part of me each, forever.” As he said that he let out another involuntary wad of cum that practically reached the ceiling before falling back down and landing on Jake’s belly. He felt Matt (soon to be belly) continue to protest but he just ignored, rubbing his gut contently.

A wave of tiredness soon hit Jake and his eyelids became heavy. He could still feel cum leaking out of his cock every now and then but his thoughts were becoming less lucid and his mind was occupied by sleep as he slowly drifted off to the sounds of Matt and Dean’s terrified screams as his body got to work on the two of them.

Hours later Jake finally woke up. He sat up on his preys’ comfy bed and looked at his body. His hoodie had slipped back over his belly again, although it was definitely still menacingly large. It made several meaty sloshing sounds as he gave it a rub, and he looked down at his balls, which weren’t absurdly big but had still noticeably grown. The room smelt strongly of musky Jizz that had begun to dry into the carpet below, and as he stood up Jake’s dick once again spurted out a wad of cum. He assumed that this was what was left of Dean now that his balls had completely digested him.

Jake looked down at the puddle below him and smiled. “And that’s why you pay your debts, lads!” He said to the (once human) puddle of cum. With that he slipped his trousers back on and left, waddling over to his car. He could still feel his dick leaking more of Dean out, causing his trousers to start to soak through, but he was going straight home and knew that wouldn’t be a problem. As Jake sat in his car he felt it sink under his weight. He reached out to the form his managers had given him and under the client list he ticked the box marked “disposed of,” before driving home to blow the rest of Dean out of his cock.

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