#male prey

I’m the most powerful vore fantasizer that’s ever lived…

Rude that I’m not sleeping deep inside of a dominant girl’s giant gooey gut right now.

xavierknightsbridge:

Simon was pissed off. Bad enough his mom had a new boyfriend. Bad enough she’d married him. Worse that he had a musclebound jock his age for a son. Worst of all that he was expected to share his room with this brunette Adonis with his bulging biceps and douchey personality. Watching him work-out topless, stuff his face and rub his temporary pudge and belch, jack off to porn without headphones. It was torture. Worse because his new stepbrother was hot.

Simon in contrast was a scrawny nerd with a mop of unruly black hair and a slight pot-belly. He’d be cute with a haircut but he preferred to hide his looks. The only thing about him that was remarkable was his appetites. What he liked to feed his belly with and was responsible for the permanent layer of pudge wobbling about his middle. But since Brad moved in, Simon had had to even stop his special meals.

Simon looked down at his pot-belly, belly-button peeping out from his hoody, and sighed, belly grumbling. He’d planned this for months – and Brad had managed to ruin it too. He’d been feeding up his annoying best friend Matt for months, candy bar by candy bar. He was ripe and plump and ready and Simon’s mom and stepdad were going away for the weekend with Brad – but at the last minute Brad had cancelled. Stomachache apparently, Simon thought sourly, massaging his poor hungry tum. And now Brad was staying here, with him and Matt, and Brad had invited one of his dumb jock friends to stay for the weekend too: Mitch, a ripped golden Adonis with pecs you could bounce a quarter off and an ass to die for.

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xavierknightsbridge:

Jason gave his new belly a smack, letting the struggling jock inside of him know that he was just food now. Meat and protein and pudge for his growing lifeguard’s body. 

Jason was a hot, big-pecced, blonde lifeguard who was always running up and down the beach, whistle slapping against his meaty pecs and often a big belly bouncing too. Because Jason had a gift - his belly was made for vore. And he indulged his delicious belly-bulging appetites as often as he could.

Right now he was stretched out on a sun lounger, belly big bare and out, giving it a good tan while his latest meal struggled and squirmed inside the bloated, spherical tank of Jason’s vore-gut. Jason idly flipped through his food’s phone, deciding which of his contacts he was going to fuck, eat or both. 

He smiled as his disproportionately large, round vore-belly began to gurgle and blort, his food still pleading within his mighty tank. Jason let out a satisfied belch, stretched, belly wobbling as he shifted, and began to digest his meal of a hot swimmer who hadn’t been able to outswim him. Still, he was going to be part of the best swimmer on the beach from now on. Really Jason had done him a favor. 

Jason looked down at the fleshy beachball of a gut that was all that was left of the guy, now just his bellyfat. Jason gave his big bare belly a satisfied rub and considered that the guy was now doing him a few favors. Life was good for Jason. Less so for this guy, but he was just pudge now. And he’d soon have company, Jason thought, glancing out at the sea where a hot jock was already emerging from the water, pecs glistening. Jason’s ever hungry vore-belly gave a grumble. Surf’s up, he thought with a grin and a final gurgle.

xavierknightsbridge:

Hunter let out a mighty belly-shaking belch. He had a lot of belly to shake, tanned and round and bare beneath his tight tank top. It hadn’t been a tank to begin with, but since he’d stuffed a co-worker into his tight tank of a gut, his top had been turned into a tank as his massive man-eating belly had spilled out over his work shorts, bare and wobbling.

Hunter was a waiter at a fast food joint - his coworkers ate their fill of burgers, bellies poking out of their tops, stuffed and ripe for the feasting. Hunter, encouraged by his manager, had his pick of his colleagues. He’d befriend them, get them perks (mostly of the belly-stuffing kind), then on special worknights attended by a select few, horf his new ‘friend (belly, now) down to satisfy his aching, voracious gut. 

Once his coworker was a smooth dome of bared belly beneath his well muscled pecs, handsome Hunter would get his other coworkers to write leaving messages on his exposed, too big for his t-shirt vore-belly, like a squirming struggling leaving card - while his food moved beneath the taut drum of Hunter’s new belly.

Afterwards he’d pose for photos, before and after his screaming stomach had been digested into pudge: employee of the month. Afterwards Hunter would sit in one of the booths, rubbing his belly (who he’d name after its latest meal) and survey the rest off his growing-bellied co-workers, waiting till his current belly-filler had digested enough that he had room for a second course…

gayvorestories:

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.

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.

Really obsessed lately with the idea of a short, petite pred and a tall, bulky willing prey who’s a little too eager and pushes the little guy way too fast, and then when it’s time to come out the pred can’t do it. His throat is too irritated or after choking on the prey a little his gag reflex is upset or something and now this little 5’3 guy has this broad-shouldered 6’7 giant stuck in his belly and he can feel his stomach starting to take notice.

the realization for both of them that the big guy is about to get digested and there’s nothing they can do about it. the little guy trying so hard to make his body stop but having no control. the big guy struggling so hard to escape but no matter how hard he struggles there’s no way out. good shit.