Hey bro, just worked up a huge fucking sweat dumping out a couple of our teammates in the showers. They were fucking useless so might as well put them to some use adding to my waistline. Fuck me they’re a mess in there. Biggest pile of manure that’s come outta my ass in a while. Hey listen, all that shitting has kinda got me horned up. Wanna got get cleaned up and dump a fat wad onto their remains? No homo though my guy, right?
Gotta make sure your meal is nicely crushed and smushed up into a gloopy meaty soup….don’t want your stomach working too hard now do we? besides, name me a better experience than hearing your prey’s bones snap and break as you hump your own engorged gut against a hard surface, hearing them scream in agony and you laugh….perfect way for you to snuff them out, ready for their final journey through your digestive system and then into your plumbing
New disposal story up on Patreon teacher-student mass vore part 2. Enjoy you filthy preyboys
Jimmy’s professor hefted his solid swollen gut to the centre of the room, away from the broken teacher’s desk to just infront of the blackboard. The scraps of shirt were still clinging to his sweaty torso, his engorged vore belly having ripped through it easily while swallowing every last student in Jimmy’s anatomy class. Jimmy gazed at his handsome teacher as he moved. His handsome face was just as sweaty as his gut and his jet black hair was plastered against his forehead. His arms, chest and treasure trail were covered in thick black body hair, matted now with sweat. Jimmy’s bulge twinged again when he caught a glimpse of his teacher’s pit hair.
“Come here Jimmy, teacher needs his assistant’s help.”
Jimmy cautiously moved over to where his teacher was standing, memories of his classmates flashing through his mind as he looked at the abandoned bags, books, clothes and coffee cups on the tables around the room, their owners having been brutally digested by the teacher they thought would be teaching them anatomy. Well he did teach them anatomy, but the experience was much more immersive than they realised it would be.
For anyone looking at this cute couple on campus, it seems like they’re whispering sweet sweet nothings to each other as they sit there in each other’s arms, loving and tender in the afternoon sun ….But really, the one with his arms around the other is telling his boyfriend how much he wants to fuck his brains out, swallow him whole and then brutally digest him when they get back to their dorm room. The ultimate romantic gesture of digesting his boyfriend’s meat off the bone, freeing his skeleton inside his corrosive stomach. Would anyone really guess that one of them was going to end up as a steaming pile of bone-strewn shit tomorrow morning? Probably not, but that’s young love for you
When you’re about to dump your latest meal next to their own abandoned truck but you can’t help but give the passers-by a show….you always shoot your biggest loads when your musky ring is being stretched by a bone-strewn log of ex-preyboy shit
I’m literally writing this as my hairy ring is being stretched around a mass of thick brown logs that I’ve been saving up all day though you should know so you can jerk off to that thought….
Fuck dude, if I’d have known it was gonna take this long to digest you I probably wouldn’t have swallowed you whole….I’ve got to get to class!….although I guess I’ve got time for one more wank over your soupy remains sloshing around inside me before I head out….
I love party boys….they vibe with my stomach so well they’re usually wearing very little once they’re drunk so they’re easy to digest….they hardly even notice when I’m swallowing them whole, they just slur and grind against my tongue until they’re a swinging bulge inside my corrosive stomach sack….
The sudden urge to shove one of your mutual friends up that ass when he bends over
Why am I like this?
If you are not careful I might shove you in before you know what’s happening
Now, I want to preface by saying that I in no way shape or form am saying that I want you to, so don’t take this as permission. However, if you were to feel so inclined send me up him, it wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing.
New disposal story up on Patreon teacher-student mass vore part 2. Enjoy you filthy preyboys
Jimmy’s professor hefted his solid swollen gut to the centre of the room, away from the broken teacher’s desk to just infront of the blackboard. The scraps of shirt were still clinging to his sweaty torso, his engorged vore belly having ripped through it easily while swallowing every last student in Jimmy’s anatomy class. Jimmy gazed at his handsome teacher as he moved. His handsome face was just as sweaty as his gut and his jet black hair was plastered against his forehead. His arms, chest and treasure trail were covered in thick black body hair, matted now with sweat. Jimmy’s bulge twinged again when he caught a glimpse of his teacher’s pit hair.
“Come here Jimmy, teacher needs his assistant’s help.”
Jimmy cautiously moved over to where his teacher was standing, memories of his classmates flashing through his mind as he looked at the abandoned bags, books, clothes and coffee cups on the tables around the room, their owners having been brutally digested by the teacher they thought would be teaching them anatomy. Well he did teach them anatomy, but the experience was much more immersive than they realised it would be.
Gotta make sure your meal is nicely crushed and smushed up into a gloopy meaty soup….don’t want your stomach working too hard now do we? besides, name me a better experience than hearing your prey’s bones snap and break as you hump your own engorged gut against a hard surface, hearing them scream in agony and you laugh….perfect way for you to snuff them out, ready for their final journey through your digestive system and then into your plumbing
Derek leaned against the metal counter in the back of the pizza shop, four unclaimed hot-n-readys neatly stacked and two discarded boxes on the floor beside him. His belly hung low, swaying gently and letting out the occasional low rumble.
“This is my favorite part of the job,” he said to his stomach - or at least to the man trapped inside, “every night they used to throw out tons of these, just chuck em in the dumpster. No one really cares where they go as long as they aren’t in the way when the morning shift gets here.”
His stomach bubbled and he let out a wet burp as he closed the pizza box in front of him and opened another. Derek reached down to scratch his belly but couldn’t quite reach the spot he wanted.
“Can’t say I’ve ever been this full though!”
He folded one slice onto another and took a huge bite out of them, barely chewing before swallowing the giant lump. His stomach groaned in protest and he gave it a slow rub while shushing gently. “Almost done,” he said lovingly, “just a few more.”
His main course shifted in this stomach, settling the pizza lower. Truthfully, his stomach felt ready to explode before the guy walked in threatening him with a knife. They fought for a moment, Derek ended up on top of him, and then he just followed his instincts. He didn’t even know he could do that until he realized what he’d done after the last swallow.
He relieved the moments in his head over and over, barely giving thought to the pizza he was eating until he realized the last piece was gone. Derek stomach groaned, pleading with him to stop. He touched the taut skin of his belly and let out a soft moan. “I’m so big…” he sighed under his breath as he opened the next pizza.
Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, he paused and thought of a better way to go about this. He opened the other remaining pizza and played it on top of the other, and rolled out into a thick cylinder. Lifting it carefully, he opened his mouth wide and took it in.
As it brushed the back of his throat, Derek blushed and thought about the last time he went down on a guy. The rolled up pizzas started to slide down his throat and he let out a moan. With a single powerful swallow, he dragged the whole mass into his stomach.
After it settled, Derek rubbed the tight sides of his gut gently and lifted himself away from the metal counter. His stomach was the size of a beachball, with the form of the would-be burglar clearly defined against his overstretched skin. Stumbling, he carried his meal to the car and fell into the seat. As he drove off, Derek’s stomach grumbled contently, starting the long process of turning this impossible mass into nothing
Nsfw and digestion below!!!
Derek stumbled through the door to his apartment and closed the door behind him. No one has seen him as he came in and he was never more glad to have neighbors that kept to themselves. He tossed his work shirt to the floor and dropped his pants three steps in. He paused as he passed a mirror, looking over his massive gut.
He could barely breathe and his skin felt so tight he thought he might burst just thinking about it. Every part of his belly was screaming with pain and he couldn’t get enough. The unbearable ache of being so full you could hardly stand was like a drug to him and he always needed more. His cock pressed against the underside of his belly and he let out a moan.
He tried to reach for it but his belly was too firm and too big to be moved. Breathing hard, he reached behind himself and was just able to reach. He stroked slow, stumbling for lube until he finally found it. On his knees, he rested his heavy gut of the floor in front of him as he rubbed lube on his stiff dick.
Leaning onto his stomach, he moaned like he’d never moaned before, the feeling of his stomach on the verge of exploding coupled with the pressure of his body weight was exhilarating. As his lubed cock rubbed the surface of his belly his eyes rolled back. He gave a few thrusts and put his arms around his stomach as he continued.
His stomach purred as it squeezed and melted his meal. As the thrusting increased, the food in his stomach began to shake and churn. He felt the remains of the robber shift forward and break apart in the churning soup, bones bumping the walls of his stomach as flesh and pizza became the same thick, soupy mix.
Derek moaned out as he shot all over the underside of his gut. The mess dripped as he continued to thrust, his cum only helping to lube up his belly even better. His stomach gave a few groans as he kept going.
“You’re mine…” he whispered and parts of his meal bumped around inside him. He let out a wet burp as he came again, this time rolling onto his side after.
When he woke up the next morning, his stomach has shrunk considerably. Exhausted, he staggered into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His belly poked out a little, but his meal from last night was gone; broken down and absorbed into his body.
His stomach gave an upset groan and he felt something shifting. He burped over the sink and leftovers came spilling out in a slimy glob: a belt buckle, some keys, and a few badly warped plastic cards sat. He bagged them and threw them away as his phone went off with a familiar tone. He opened grindr and was greeted with a picture of a stiff cock. His stomach gave a low rumble as he looked and he couldn’t help be think about how much better the guy in the picture might look inside his stomach.
Loving this.. Especially the part where he teases that the prey is “his” and the description of the slimy wet burp at the end with the belt and wallet splatting out etc..
A bumping at the door woke Jacob up from a dead sleep. A low growl filled the room as a hulking figure bared its teeth and made its way towards him. He looked at the clock, 5:37am. “Home already?” Jacob asked, stretching.
The nine-foot figure crawled towards the bed on all fours, its swollen belly swaying side to side as it moved. The wolf crawled into bed, licking Jacob’s face before flopping on his side and letting out a huge sigh of relief as his massive gut layed on the bed. Jacob reached over and rubbed the creature’s furry belly, “someone had a good hunt!”
He crawled out of the blankets and gave the werewolf’s tight stomach a kiss, “do you remember what you ate this time?”
The wolf let out a moan, his face shrinking back as the moonlight’s effects began their gradual process of fading, “nrrr- n-no..”
“Oh Ricky, I hope no one caught you on camera,” Jacob teased as he massaged his boyfriend’s belly, “I wonder what’s in there this time.”
“Trr-taste… tastes like… cow,” Rick struggled.
Jacob put his arms around Rick’s stuffed tummy, his hands barely reaching halfway. “Gotta be more than that, the Wolf never finishes a cow, just makes a mess.”
Rick’s belly gave a long, low rumble, followed by a gag from Rick just before he spit up a set of keys. He let out a low, rumbling burp as Jacob picked up the keys and set them to the side.
“I guess the better question is WHO is in there then,” Jacob laughed as he pressed Rick’s belly hard, “do you remember?”
Rick closed his eyes before struggling out, “m-man. gas station. motorcycle. big guy. no one… saw.”
“Did the wolf make a mess?”
Rick paused and tried hard to remember through the thick fog. He remembered the man and his bike. The wolf had eaten a quarter of a cow before he heard the bike, and then he stalked the man. He remembered walking up, but that’s when the memory faded, then he remembered something sitting heavy in his stomach, almost like it was moving. He let out a groan, “no mess.”
“How’d he do that?” Jacob asked with one eyebrow raised.
Rick felt something else trying to come up his throat, something much bigger. He let out a gag before spitting out a wallet into Jacob’s hand. “He ate-uURRP… whole.”
Jacob’s eyes widened, “whole? Like, one bite? I thought you said he was big.”
Rick’s belly gave another deep, pained moan. “S-sw… swallowed him.”
“No way”
“W-urrRRRRRRP-way.”
Jacob rubbed his stuffed, fuzzy belly, “wow, that’s cool as hell.” He looked over Rick’s belly at the rest of him and found he was still mostly wolf. His stomach was so full this time, he might not turn back for at least two days while his stomach worked down enough for him to safely turn human again.
“Let’s see who he was,” Jacob said as he opened the wallet. He looked over the ID and took out the sticky cash, setting it aside. “Alright Ricky, you know the rule: no evidence.”
Ricky opened his mouth wide. Jacob looked inside at the row of sharp teeth. Even half-turned his mouth was wide enough to fit Jacob’s entire head in, he absolutely could have swallowed a man in full form. Jacob felt himself get hard at the thought of watching that and quickly put the wallet at the back of Rick’s throat.
Like instinct, he swallowed and the wallet disappeared. “Anything else in that big belly we should worry about?”
Rick’s belly gave a low groan, “n…no baby. Just meat. Lots of meat.”
Jacob went back to kneading Rick’s firm belly, thinking about how easily he could fit in there twice over. He felt his underwear twitch as he thought about it, “that’s right, lots of meat.”
Jacob felt a bead of sweat on the back of his neck as he walked into his date’s apartment after a good night. He was a little dude, 5'3, with beefy arms and eyes that nearly stopped Jake’s heart when he looked right at them.
Nick smiled at him from across the room as he loosened his tie, “make yourself comfortable.”
“I- I uh… I don’t really do this often,” Jake stammered out.
Nick walked across the room and rubbed the top of his hand, “there’s no pressure. We don’t even have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“No, no I want to, I’m just..” Jake started.
Nick reached up and leaned Jake down by the back of the head into a kiss. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, shocked and amazed at the same time.
‘Oh god, oh fuck, he kissed me,’ he panicked to himself, 'he actually kissed me oh fuck, he’s so hot and he kissed me.’
He felt his shirt being untucked on his right side followed by the warm presence of Nick’s palm on his bare skin. Nick pulled away for a second and put their foreheads together, “It can’t be comfortable for you to lean that far, why don’t we move over here?”
Nick led him to the couch and climbed onto his lap. At 6'5, Jake still leaned his neck to kiss him. He felt his shirt get pulled up further as warm, soft hands rubbed his sides.
'He’s so hot and he likes me, oh shit what do I do? How do I touch him back? Does he want me to? Oh fuck’
Jake slid his hand under the back of Nick’s shirt and traced the back of his spine all the way to his neck. He felt Nick’s bulge thrust against his chest for a moment before Nick pulled away from the kiss and took off his shirt. He came back into the kiss hard, pulling at Jake’s hair and pushing him against the couch.
Jake responded by grabbing his ass hard, which got a soft moan out of Nick. He pulled at Nick’s hair started to take the lead as Nick let out soft moans and leaned into his touch. Jake turned them around, pressing Nick into the cushions of the couch as he kissed him hard.
His mind raced, 'he likes this, he likes me, fuck he’s even hotter when he moans,’ as he kissed Nick harder. He ran a hand down from Nick’s pillowy pecs down to his soft belly and gave a rough grab. Nick put his arms around Jake’s head and started to open his mouth wider, taking in Jake’s lower jaw.
Jake moved his hands to Nick’s pecs and gave a squeeze as Nick flexed them and continued to open his mouth wider, drawing Jake’s entire face inside. Jake moaned as the opening to Nick’s throat grazed his cheeks, “oh fuck…”
Nick moved Jake’s hand to his thick arm and let him feel him flex as he took the first swallow that pulled Jake in to his neck. He placed his other hand between Jake’s thighs and rubbed tent between them before giving another swallow.
'Oh fuck yes, he’s gonna do it,’ Jake thought, his heart pounding. Nick gave another swallow that pulled his shoulders in and Jake wiggled forward, moving himself in faster.
Nick gave a slight gag as Jake forced his way in faster than Nick had intended followed by another gulp. Jake kept pushing, eager to slide all the way down, and felt Nick’s body constrict around him violently.
Nick’s stomach churned at the force Jake was pushing forward with. Another gulp and Jake’s chest was inching down his throat - until he gave another push down. Nick’s body responded immediately and he nearly threw his date up, but Jake’s next well-timed push forced him to swallow, and in a single gulp his knees were at the top of Nick’s throat.
A few pained, fast swallows followed and Nick felt Jake settle fully into his stomach. He moaned, not at the man nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than him crammed in his belly, but at the irritation in his throat from his overeager guest.
Jake squirmed as the warm stomach walls squeezed him tightly. “Oh fuck, it’s even better than I thought it would be…” he said to himself.
“Dude..” Nick said, stifling a belch, “that’s not safe.”
Jake didn’t hear him over the low groans of his angry stomach. He reached into his pants and rubbed his cock as his host’s stomach let out low, aggressive sounds.
Outside, Nick was pulling his pants down. Guys this size stretched his stomach until it hurt in just the right way. Every time Jake shifted he felt the area grow almost too tight to stand before easing up again. When he heard Jake moaning inside of him, he couldn’t contain himself and started to grind on his massive belly.
'Oh fuck I’m actually inside of him,’ Jake thought to himself as he rubbed away, 'he’s so hot and he ate me.’
Neither of them lasted long, both blowing their loads at nearly the same time. Nick let out a deep sigh, savoring the feeling of his overstuffed belly. He gave a small burp and started to push, but felt nothing coming. Jake shifted inside, letting out a small sigh.
Nick gave a harder push this time, one that would usually send a guy flying, but nothing. His throat prickled at the struggle from earlier and he gave another push, this time leaning down against the floor to try and push Jake out, but nothing. Jake stirred again, “everything okay?”
He gave another hard push, but nothing. “I uh… I can’t get you up.”
Jake got still. “What do you mean?”
Nick felt himself start to sweat, “Uh… I uh… I think you forcing your way down did something. My throat hurts and I can’t… I can’t force you out.”
Jake started to shift more, his thrashing giving Nick an exhilarating mix of pleasure and pain. “What are you saying? I can’t stay in here.”
Nick gave a few more heavy heaves, but nothing. His belly gave a few gurgling sounds, which only made Jake thrash wildly. “I - OOF - I’m trying, but nothing is - oh fuck, you’re kicking hard - I can’t get anything up.”
Jake started to punch and kick Nick from the inside like he was fighting his way out. The feeling woke something in Nick again as he felt his cock press against the shaking outside of his gut. “Dude, I’m sorry b - fuck - but I can’t… I can’t do anything. I’m trying but you just won’t come up.”
“LET ME OUT,” Jake screamed. Nick’s belly gave a few low groans and tightened around his thrashing meal, “YOU CAN’T EAT ME.”
Nick let out a small burp, “I can’t stop it. My stomach doesn’t know the difference, it just - UURP - it just…” he trailed off. Nick was thrusting against his belly again, the painful stretching pushing against his stomach completely overwhelming him.
After an hour, the struggling had stopped and Nick’s stomach was making louder and louder sounds. He came twice since realizing he couldn’t spit Jake back up, and was on the edge again at the feeling of his stomach softening and churning what was inside. When he came again, he laid on his belly and listened to the sounds of his former date churning inside of him.
—
He woke in the morning to find his stomach had shrunk significantly, and when he stood he felt the weight of his meal shifting in his intestines. He let out a wet burp and lifted himself off the ground, his belly hanging low. The warm water of the shower woke him up as he lowered himself to the floor. He gave his stomach a rub as he wrapped his arms around it, “somehow you look even sexier like this.”
He leaned against the wall as the water poured over him and smiled at the warmth in his belly. Maybe he should let his dates out less often.
Another story about these two. Also it got really long.
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The road was bumpy, but tolerable, as Prince Andrew and his knight rode quietly in his carriage.
“It’s a beautiful day,” Andrew said looking out the window
“Tis,” Jacob replied, distractedly looking at the road ahead.
Andrew frowned and slid closer to him, “such a pity to waste traveling so.”
Jacob glanced at him, judging the look on his face, and turned his attention away from the road. “Indeed, I would rather be elsewhere than a carriage on a day like this.”
“Contrary,” Andrew said with a growing smile, “the privacy of the curtains on a day this warm sounds excellent to me.” He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, giving Jacob a look he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Mm, my lord, what if…” Jacob said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what if someone sees?”
“What will they do?” He replied, placing his hand on the side of Jacob’s face, stroking his neat, dark beard, “who would believe them over my word anyway?”
“Mm, I suppose that’s true.” Jacob leaned in and kissed him softly, “the word of a prince carries a sort of divine weight.”
Andrew leaned in and kissed him back. “Divine weight?”
“How else could I hope to explain the way you have me heeding your every call?”
Jacob ran his hand along Andrew’s thigh while he unbuttoned Jacob’s shirt. Andrew unbuttoned Jacob’s pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a gentle tug.
The carriage suddenly lurched forward, tossing both of them to the ground. Voices outside surrounded the carriage and Jacob lept forward, grabbing his sword and looking out the window.
“Two men,” he whispered, “stay here my lord, I shall return.” He pulled up his pants and stepped out of the carriage.
Andrew looked from the window as he approached, the two men drawing their knives. They spoke briefly before the larger of the two began to shout. Andrew’s breath caught for a second when he lunged at Jacob, but missed and instead was sent tumbling over himself. He punched the second man so hard he fell to the ground unconscious.
The first man came back around with his knife, but Jacob grabbed both of his arms with a grip like a vice until he dropped his knife, then went for his head, jaws wide open. Andrew watched with his mouth slightly open as the Jacob lifted him by the thigh and swallowed the struggling with ease. From the knees down, the man’s legs kicked wildly as they stuck out of Jacob’s mouth as he grabbed the smaller of the two men - at least a foot and a half smaller than Jacob - by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
Andrew felt his trousers tightening at the display. The man came to just in time to watch Jacob tilt his head and seal his partner’s fate. He thrashed and swung at Jacob to no avail. He lifted the man up like a child’s toy, starting at the feet this time, and lowered him slowly as he walked back to the carriage. As he entered, Andrew watched the shape of the man’s head slide down his throat and disappear into the writhing mass of the knight’s belly.
The driver gave the roof of the carriage a pat and they continued.
Andrew touched the surface of his belly lightly, “I don’t know what I would do without your protection, my knight.”
“Anything you require of me, my king, I will do.”
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Hours passed until they stopped at the estate of a nobleman expecting them. Under darkness, they carried their things to a spare room.
“Two beds?” Andrew said after the servant left, “I suppose we should at least toss the blanket around to make it appear used.”
Andrew laid flat on his back on the bed, his belly raised in the air like a beachball.
“We never got to finish earlier,” Andrew said, staring at his knight’s taut belly.
Jacob held in a burp as a loud gurgling echoed within him, “I’m afraid I may not be of much use to you now.”
Andrew smiled and pulled something from a bag he’d picked up from a salesman in the court, “you doubt me, sir knight?” He climbed onto the bed and slid Jacob’s trousers off of his legs. Too exhausted to argue, Jacob let out a low, rumbling burp.
Andrew rubbed the substance on Jacob’s member. He drew his knees in and gasped at the sensation, “y-your h-h… p-prin….” Dropping his clothes to the floor, the prince climbed onto the bed and straddled Jacob. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and he lowered down, inch by inch, onto Jacob.
Steadying himself on Jacob’s belly, he slowly moved up and down as Jacob gasped. Once he felt himself relax, he ran his hands over the surface of Jacob’s massive gut while he rode. The surface was tight, but he still felt chunks of the meal bouncing and sloshing inside.
Jacob let out a burp as his belly gave a deep groan at the sudden shaking. Hearing the burp on top of the sloshing and groaning only made Andrew move faster and harder. “Jacob…” he moaned softly, gripping Jacob’s belly tightly. His cock slid between his own belly and the knight’s, making each bounce up and down slide across his own member as well.
Jacob gripped the bedsheets, his mind absolutely spinning. The tightness of his stomach, the way Andrew’s hands felt on the surface, the faces he was making just over the top of his belly… he felt pressure building up inside of him. His tight, bloated belly felt warm and his spine felt like it was filled with electricity as he throbbed in whatever warm surprise Andrew had cooked up. “My p..prin..”
“My name.” Andrew said firmly through gasps.
“W..wha.. your hi…high…” Jacob tried to say.
“You heard me,” he said, “say it.”
Jacob’s head felt light as he reached the edge. “A..Andr…”
Andrew’s face tightened as he pounded down even harder onto Jacob’s cock, “say it now.”
Jacob’s eyes rolled back into his head as he let it out, “Andrew… oh fuck, Andrew.”
Andrew squeezed his eyes shut as he shot between their bellies, “Jacob.. fuck…”
The prince slowed to a stop as they both panted. He leaned forward onto Jacob’s massive belly and the room was silent but for the low, wet groaning of Jacob’s belly.
Andrew lifted himself from Jacob and crawled further into the bed next to him. He placed a hand on Jacob’s belly and gave it a gentle rub while they laid in the quiet room. Jacob reached forward and placed his hand on Andrew’s and they kissed before falling asleep to the noisy sounds of his belly.
By morning, his belly would be returned to its normal size and they would wake to sunlight on their faces from the window.
Wolfboys.. Big bad wolfboys… HOT big bad wolfboys… Very hungry, eyes bigger than their stomach.. Dreaming about eating past their fill, either with a smorgasbord of food or hapless people they can lead straight down their gullet. Very naughty, very self-gratifying woofers. Mmhm, myes
Hot Wolfboys that gobble up all they can around them and can control what they do until it’s too late. That wake up in a daze and realize what they’ve done. Ones that belch and figure out what they ate based on the taste of belch. Wolfboys that pick their teeth with satisfaction while their stomach burbles away. Wolfboys that offer to show how they got that way. Wolf boys that smile and smirk and then grin and show their fangs. Wolfboys that play for keeps.
a new pred who’s really only ever consumed tinies before, gulping them down and maybe letting them out, maybe digesting a few, but in general, they’ve never gone heavier than a 6 inch tiny. and one day, theyre just so h u n g r y, they have to eat, but there’s no tinies around to sate them, and the shortest person they can find is still 5′0… but they’re so hungry, they take the risk. it’s a painful new experience, swallowing their prey headfirst, feeling their upper body get momentarily stuck in the preds esophagus before the first of them starts slipping into their stomach, inch by painful inch. the pred throws their head back and places one hand over their swelling gut, already feeling heavier than most of their other times as their preys head slides in, followed by their shoulders, then their chest… with the aid of gravity they manage to slip their prey in up to their knees, and theyre so full they feel fit to burst, their prey only up to the waist inside them as they lean against a wall, heaving for air, two kicking calves sticking out of their mouth before they take a deep breath, grab the calves, and shove them into themselves. the painful stretching of their esophagus tells them theyll regret this later, but for now their prey is inside of them, the last of their toes vanishing from the light of the outside world as they’re pulled down the tight, tight tube of the preds esophagus, past the overworked pyloric sphincter, forced to curl up as tightly as possible in this preds taut stomach. almost immediately the stomach around them gets to work, groaning as the walls begin to shift and secrete acid, and the prey starts to scream, wriggling and freeing their fists just enough to push on the outside of the preds belly, leaving their imprints as the pred staggers back home, gripping their gut with both hands, hunched over and threatening to fall with each movement from their prey. they feel so sick, their body wants to vomit, but they cant, their prey is too big. even so the pain won’t stop, and they beg their prey, “Please, god, stop moving!” it’s about as effective as one would expect, and their prey only fights harder. the pred makes it home, locks the door behind them and throws themselves on the couch, moaning as their stomach shifts and stretches their skin. they slowly move their hands to press the tight skin that covers the orb of their stomach, earning angry shakes and writhes from the prey inside. theyve done it, theyve swallowed an entire person at their full size…but god, did they really have to act so ludicrously? it’ll take them all day to digest this!
though, when their prey finally does stop moving the following day and their stomach become sloshy from the massive amounts of fluid it’s processing, the pred comes to learn the bliss of why so many o t h e r preds risk this…
I’m sorry, but only preds and pred-wannabes wear their shirts behind their neck like that. I mean yeah, showing off his torso has drawn me closer, so it works as good advertising, but still it’s a sign to avoid him. Or don’t, to be honest you could make worse choices than him
