absorbing you

"Keaton, holy shit! How!?" Richter, Keaton's long-time bully in college, asked. Keaton was a fucking wimp a week ago, and now, he was the most massive person Richter had ever seen! His pecs were the size of Richter's head, and his biceps were even fucking larger. If Keaton desired, he could squash Richter's head by putting it between his arms and flexing. Keaton knew he had no chance of winning hand-to-hand combat with him. All he could ever do was look for an opening and escape.

"How? You asked? I had a little help with your loyal little goons." Keaton smiled.

"Eric and Cris? What do you mean? I haven't seen those two idiots for days."

"You can't find them because they're here," Keaton pointed to two of his massive pecs. "Don't worry. You'll join them soon."

Richter tried to run, but Keaton was unusually faster for his size. Instead of hitting the door, Richter smashed against Keaton's bare sweaty chest. He tried to push him away, but he was shocked to see both his hands were now deep inside Keaton. It's like he was absorbing him! More of his arms disappeared, and it didn't stop until he was completely absorbed. All Richter could do was scream his final moments with no one to hear his pleas.

Finally! Keaton finished the three fuckers who made his life a living hell. As he absorbed Richter's body, he felt his muscles throb and grow beyond their limits. He partially absorbed Richter for additional mass, but the main reason lay now with the tightening on his crotch. Keaton pulled his tight shorts and saw his package growing the biggest they've ever been. His problems were gone; all that remained was to test out this body.

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Jon sat down perplexed. He felt weird, weak. Jonny had been the captain of the football team, and recently, he's noticed how all his friends - specifically the ones that are captains of teams but also just generally jocks - have been really sluggish. Practices have been cut short because people aren't attending. They kept losing games against other schools. The first he really noticed big changes with was with his friend Brandon, who was a star, a player on the basketball team. One day, he started talking really flamboyant. everyone thought it was a joke, but he just kept doing it. After a week, brandon started not showing up to school altogether. Concerned, Jon showed up at brandon's house unannounced. As he knocked on the door, a scrawny guy that looked about college age opened the door. He was about 5'4" with really pretty eyes and a bit of a feminine frame. The shirt he wore draped off the side of his narrow shoulders. Jon gasped when he realized that this short little twink in front of him was brandon. Now going by "Brady" he jumped on Jon, hugging him tightly. Brady explained how he was home sick, he had come down with a sort of fever, not even addressing the physical appearance brady just said that he "felt weak."

Jon sat in the quad, maybe he was coming down with something too. Last night he was with his girlfriend and he could barely get it up, she was so disappointed in him. suddenly a huge brutish man came by, someone he's never seen before. He had to be 6'5 or so, but looking at him he seemed to get taller. He glared at Jon as he felt butterflies well up in his stomach. He was handsome, a mop of messy hair on his head and a huge bulge begging to be released. The stranger came up to him and smiled, there was something sinister about it but he couldnt help but to feel his dick get hard.

"There you are" the stranger muttered, his voice seemed to slowly get deeper with each word. The stranger took his huge hand and combed it through jonny's blonde hair, grabbing it sensually.

Jonny looked up as the stranger started to glow. The stranger leaned back in ecstacy as Jonny got a good look at his face. Handsome, yes, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. It was Carlos Ruiz, the needy little twat that he bullied relentlessly back in highschool. He hadn't seen him in a few years. The shy innoncent look in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a manevolent cocky look.

Carlos' muscles rippled as they became more defined, larger. His pecs swelled against his frame as his shoulder broadened, intensifying his v shaped frame. His neck elongated as his facial features became somehow more masculine. Jonny was hard as a brick now. His breath hitched as he saw Carlos' bulge pulse forward even bigger, his own rock hard member becoming short, skinny.

Carlos' grip trailed down to Jonny's dwindling neck as Jonny gasped.

"Time to seal the deal Jonny-o, my place now"

The team went so bad this season Coach decides they are better used as fuel to rejuvenate himself than waste all that vital energy chasing pussy and impregnating the 11th random bitch (or who knows the number its already on) they get their young dick inside. Its fucking amazing being filled with all their potential, all their future filling his muscles and making his flesh back into his prime.

You looked so hot, buddy, hehe. The truth is, I didn't want to devour you, but seeing you with that toned physique yet so vulnerable at the same time, just triggered my instincts. You didn't have anyone to admire that muscular body, and you knew full well you were wasting it. I'm doing you a favor.

You have no idea how hot that whole moment was sneaking up behind you without you noticing, waiting for you to take off that sweaty shirt so I could catch you off guard, devouring your head first while your vision went dark inside my mouth, not knowing what to do, trying to fight back but knowing it’s useless because once I start, there’s no turning back.

The more you move, the more my mouth changes size to adapt to you and swallow you down to your toned abdomen; your head slides down my tight throat, making any attempt to escape futile, then I proceed to keep swallowing you whole; your penis passes through my throat, I can feel that this moment is hot for you too because it’s hard as a rock, I also feel your big, delicious buttocks against the walls of my throat.

With just a little left, I keep savoring your thick thighs and toned legs, leaving only your feet exposed, sticking out of my mouth, before I swallow them, I tickle you a little, and I feel you squirm inside me, but your struggle is futile, so I use my hands to push them in and swallow the only thing left of you, causing my mouth to return to its normal shape and sealing your fate inside me.

I can feel you struggling, but you know it’s useless, you’re wasting your energy.

Do you feel that constant sensation, like waves crashing? It’s my stomach speeding up the digestion process. I hope you like it, buddy.

My body will begin to dissolve you to absorb your nutrients, and your muscles will merge with mine to make me bigger.

As a token of gratitude for your sacrifice, I’ll let your consciousness coexist with mine.

You won’t be able to control any part of my body, but you’ll always be conscious. You’ll watch as I win my tournaments, fuck other men, and absorb them too. Don’t worry, the others won’t have the privilege you have now.

You looked so hot, buddy, hehe. The truth is, I didn't want to devour you, but seeing you with that toned physique yet so vulnerable at the same time, just triggered my instincts. You didn't have anyone to admire that muscular body, and you knew full well you were wasting it. I'm doing you a favor.

You have no idea how hot that whole moment was sneaking up behind you without you noticing, waiting for you to take off that sweaty shirt so I could catch you off guard, devouring your head first while your vision went dark inside my mouth, not knowing what to do, trying to fight back but knowing it’s useless because once I start, there’s no turning back.

The more you move, the more my mouth changes size to adapt to you and swallow you down to your toned abdomen; your head slides down my tight throat, making any attempt to escape futile, then I proceed to keep swallowing you whole; your penis passes through my throat, I can feel that this moment is hot for you too because it’s hard as a rock, I also feel your big, delicious buttocks against the walls of my throat.

With just a little left, I keep savoring your thick thighs and toned legs, leaving only your feet exposed, sticking out of my mouth, before I swallow them, I tickle you a little, and I feel you squirm inside me, but your struggle is futile, so I use my hands to push them in and swallow the only thing left of you, causing my mouth to return to its normal shape and sealing your fate inside me.

I can feel you struggling, but you know it’s useless, you’re wasting your energy.

Do you feel that constant sensation, like waves crashing? It’s my stomach speeding up the digestion process. I hope you like it, buddy.

My body will begin to dissolve you to absorb your nutrients, and your muscles will merge with mine to make me bigger.

As a token of gratitude for your sacrifice, I’ll let your consciousness coexist with mine.

You won’t be able to control any part of my body, but you’ll always be conscious. You’ll watch as I win my tournaments, fuck other men, and absorb them too. Don’t worry, the others won’t have the privilege you have now.

The shower was running again—third time today. Jake could hear the water hissing through the thin dorm walls, the sound punctuated by occasional thumps as his roommate fumbled with soap or shampoo. He stretched out on his bed, bare chested, abs flexing as he arched his back. The mirror across from him caught the movement, and he smirked at his own reflection. Not bad. Not bad at all.

The bathroom door creaked open, steam rolling out in a thick cloud. Out stepped Elliot, toweling off his dripping hair, glasses already fogged from the humidity. He was skinny in a way that suggested too many late nights hunched over textbooks and not enough time in the gym. Jake’s eyes flicked down—just boxers, same as him. The nerd had legs like twigs.

"Calculus final’s tomorrow," Jake said abruptly, rolling onto his side. "You’re acing that shit, right?"

Elliot paused, adjusting his glasses with one hand. "I mean, yeah, probably. You?"

Jake grinned, slow and easy. "Not yet."

Elliot barely had time to process the predatory shift in Jake's grin before the larger man lunged off the bed. A yelp escaped Elliot's throat as Jake's arm—corded with muscle that had no business being that defined—hooked around his neck, dragging him backward into a crushing headlock. The towel slipped from Elliot's grip, pooling at their feet.

"Relax, nerd," Jake murmured, his breath hot against Elliot's ear. The scent of cheap body wash and something darker—like ozone before a storm—clung to him. "Just need a little... Donation."

Elliot thrashed, elbows flailing uselessly against Jake's ribs, but the jock might as well have been made of stone. Then he felt it: the unmistakable press of Jake's fat cock against the small of his back, half-hard and insistent even through the thin fabric of their boxers. A strangled noise caught in Elliot's throat.

Elliot's pulse hammered against Jake's forearm like a trapped bird. His vision blurred at the edges—part panic, part something else he couldn't name—as Jake's grip tightened. The golden light spilling from his lips tasted like static, like the buzz of a fluorescent bulb seconds before it burns out.

"Easy," Jake rumbled, his voice vibrating through Elliot's spine. "Just breathe out."

Elliot couldn't. Not when Jake's other hand slid down his ribs, calloused fingers splaying over his stomach, pressing in like he was searching for something beneath the skin. The light coiled thicker now, twisting in the air between them, and Jake inhaled sharply—a deep, greedy pull that made Elliot's knees buckle.

Knowledge unspooled in his head like a frayed wire—formulas, theorems, the precise angle of a tangent line—only to be siphoned away mid-thought. Jake groaned, low and satisfied, as the stolen concepts settled behind his eyes. Elliot could *feel* them slotting into place inside the jock's skull, repurposed, rewritten.

"Fuck," Jake breathed, nuzzling into Elliot's damp hair. "You're *packed* in there."

Elliot's knees hit the floor with a dull thud, but Jake's grip kept him upright—barely. The golden light didn't just stream from Elliot's lips now; it pulsed in thick, viscous strands, like honey pulled from a comb. Jake's groan vibrated against Elliot's back, his hips rutting forward in shallow, involuntary thrusts. The heat of Jake's cock burned through the damp fabric of their boxers, leaving Elliot trapped between the unbearable pressure of the headlock and the insistent grind of Jake's arousal.

"God—*fuck*—" Jake's voice cracked as another surge of stolen knowledge slammed into him. Elliot's memories flickered behind his own eyelids—midnight cram sessions, the weight of a pencil between his teeth, the precise click of a calculator button—all of it dissolving into Jake's consciousness like sugar in hot tea. Jake's breath came in ragged bursts, his free hand clawing at Elliot's hip as if he could peel back skin and muscle to reach deeper, *take more*.

Elliot's vision swam. His thoughts—once sharp, orderly—now scattered like leaves in a storm. He could *feel* Jake inside his head, not just siphoning but *rearranging on him*, carving out chunks of his intellect to consume and leaving hollow spaces in their place. A whimper escaped him, weak and thready, but Jake only tightened his hold, his teeth grazing Elliot's cheek in a way that wasn't quite a bite but promised one.

"Shit, you're—" Jake's voice dropped to a growl, his hips jerking forward again.

Elliot's body arched sharply when he felt the blunt pressure against him—too dry, too sudden, the stretch burning in a way that made his vision whiten at the edges. Jake didn't pause, didn't ask, just *pushed*, his thick cockhead slick with precum but not enough, *never* enough, as it breached Elliot in one brutal shove. The golden light pouring from Elliot's lips stuttered into frantic, flickering bursts, his gasp dissolving into a choked whine as Jake bottomed out inside him with a groan that rattled through both their chests.

"Fuck, *fuck*—" Jake's voice was wrecked, his forehead pressed between Elliot's shoulder blades as he rocked deeper, adjusting to the clench of Elliot's body around him. The headlock loosened just enough for Jake to snake his other hand down Elliot's front, fingers splaying over his stomach as if he could feel the intrusion from the outside. "Knew you'd be tight. Knew you'd—*shit*—take it so good."

The golden light thickened again, surging from Elliot's mouth in a continuous stream now, Jake's lips sealing over it with obscene hunger. Every ragged breath Elliot tried to take only fed the transfer—his knowledge, his memories, even the weak flex of his underused muscles unraveling strand by strand into Jake's waiting mouth. Jake's hips jerked shallowly, the drag of his cock inside Elliot pulling another broken noise from him, the pain blurring into something hotter, sharper, as his body betrayed him and began to yield.

Jake chuckled, low and rough, his teeth scraping Elliot's shoulder. "Feel that? Your *brain* sliding down my throat." He punctuated the words with a slow, grinding thrust, his free hand slipping lower to palm Elliot's limp cock through his boxers. "Bet you never thought you'd get off like this, huh? Getting *eaten* alive."

Elliot's vision darkened at the edges, his thoughts reduced to static—no equations, no logic, just the overwhelming sensation of Jake filling him in every possible way. His hips twitched weakly into Jake's touch, his body reacting despite the terror clawing up his throat. Jake groaned approval, his fingers tightening around Elliot's cock as he rocked deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small dorm room.

"Gonna make *so* much use of you," Jake murmured, his voice thick with stolen intellect. He dragged his tongue up the side of Elliot's neck, lapping at the sweat-slick skin like he could taste the last dregs of Elliot's intelligence pooling there. "Gonna walk into that test tomorrow and fucking *own* it. All thanks to you, nerd."

Elliot's knees trembled, his legs giving out completely as Jake's thrusts grew rougher, more erratic. The golden light flickered weakly now, thinning to pale wisps as Jake sucked the last of it down with a satisfied sigh. His grip shifted, fingers digging into Elliot's hips hard enough to bruise as he fucked into him with single-minded intensity, chasing his own release with the same ruthless efficiency he'd stolen Elliot's mind.

Elliot's body jolted with each thrust, his own neglected cock leaking pitifully against his stomach, his thoughts reduced to a hollow, echoing chamber where Jake's voice now lived, whispering *mine, mine, mine*.

Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside Elliot's spent body. The sensation sent a final shudder through Elliot—a weak, reflexive clench around Jake's dick—as if his body still understood *something* was being stolen, even if his mind no longer could.

Jake shuddered against him, his breath hot and ragged against Elliot's nape, his fingers still tight around Elliot's limp cock. "God, you're *were*, perfect" Jake gasped, pressing a sloppy, possessive kiss to Elliot's slack jaw. "Gonna keep you around for *next* semester, too." He chuckled, low and dark, as he pulled out with a wet sound, letting Elliot crumple to the floor like a discarded sweater. Elliot's knees hit the hardwood with a dull thud, his body folding in on itself—his once-quick mind now a hollowed-out shell, his once-tense muscles slack and pliant.

Jake stepped back, admiring his own reflection in the mirror—his biceps fuller, his shoulders broader, his cock still slick with Elliot's sweat and his own cum. He flexed, watching the way his veins popped under his skin, the stolen strength settling into his body like it had always belonged there. He rolled his neck, cracking it sharply, and grinned down at Elliot's twitching form.

Elliot's glasses lay askew on his nose, his unfocused eyes staring blankly at Jake's feet. His lips moved soundlessly, trying—and failing—to form words. Jake crouched beside him, tilting Elliot's chin up with two fingers. The golden light had faded entirely now, leaving Elliot's skin pale and clammy, his breathing shallow. Jake traced a thumb over Elliot's slack lower lip, smirking.

"Dude I said you had nothing on me, you are so fucking weak I didnt need to use any wrestling with you at all. Now, you're my bitch and I am starving, give me some of that energy you got, I bet your vital energy will look way better on me than wasted on a weak piece of shit."

He crouched on the brick wall above the alley, fingertips clinging effortlessly as he scanned the shadows. A laugh echoed from below—wet, nervous, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin on skin. Peter tilted his head. Some pervert was jerking off behind a dumpster. Perfect.

"Hey buddy," Peter called down, flipping upside down to dangle by his knees. The guy yelped, scrambling to shove himself back into his pants. "Whoa, easy! No judgment here." Peter pulled off his mask just enough to reveal his grin, letting the pheromones seep into the air. The guy blinked up at him, confused, then inhaled sharply as the scent hit him—musky, sweet and impossible to resist.

"You, uh... you wanna kiss?" Peter asked, like it was the most normal question in the world. The guy hesitated, then nodded dumbly. Peter leaned down, catching his mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. His tongue pushed past slack lips, dripping thick saliva laced with even more potent pheromones. The guy moaned, hips jerking forward helplessly as heat flooded his body.

Peter could feel the man's pulse racing under his fingertips, the eager way his throat worked as he swallowed every drop of spit Peter fed him. It was always like this—the pheromones turned them pliant for whatever he gave them. His cock, still tucked inside his suit, twitched impatiently. The transformation was already starting, the base of his shaft thickening at an alarming rate, his body prepared to consume his prey.

The man whimpered when Peter finally broke the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting their lips. "You taste so fucking good," Peter murmured, licking his own lips. His voice dropped to a growl. "I need more than that, tho."

He reached down, peeling his suit open just enough to free his cock. It wasn't impressive yet—just eight inches of flushed, leaking flesh—but he could feel the heat building in his balls, the ache of expansion. The man's eyes flicked up, then widened as Peter's shaft pulsed, swelling thicker with every heartbeat.

"Oh god," the man choked out, but it wasn't fear in his voice—it was raw, pheromone-drunk want. His hands twitched toward Peter's cock like he couldn't help himself.

Peter hissed through his teeth as the man’s fingers wrapped around his cock—too tight, too eager—but the sting melted into pleasure as his body responded on instinct. His balls churned, the empty ache inside them sharpening into a gnawing demand. "That’s it," he breathed, watching his cock twitch and swell under the man’s touch. Veins bulged along the shaft as it thickened, the skin stretching taut. Eight inches became ten, then twelve, the head bloating obscenely as his slit yawned wider. The man’s breath hitched, his grip faltering as his fingers couldn’t even meet around the girth anymore.

"Shhh," Peter soothed, though his own voice was ragged with hunger. He caught the man’s wrist, guiding his hand away just as his cock gave another violent pulse. The piss slit gaped, wet and glistening, the inner walls already rippling with peristaltic motions. "You’re gonna help me so much." The man’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted around shallow, pheromone-drunk pants. He didn’t resist as Peter tilted his hips forward, the swollen head of his cock nudging against the man’s cheek.

The first swallow was always the best. Peter groaned as his slit stretched around the man’s head, the tight heat of his throat a perfect contrast to the cool night air. The man gasped, hands flying up to clutch at Peter’s thighs as his skull was engulfed in one slick, inexorable slide. His shoulders followed, his chest, the tight squeeze of his ribs making Peter’s cock throb with satisfaction. Pre-cum dripped thick and hot down the man’s back, the excess already lubing the way for the rest of him.

Peter arched his back, a shudder running through him as the man’s hips disappeared inside him. His balls, heavy and eager, were already churning, preparing to receive their meal. He could feel every twitch, every desperate squirm as the man’s legs kicked uselessly in the open air. "Almost there," Peter murmured, running a hand over the bulging outline of his own cock. The man’s feet were the last to go, his toes curling reflexively before they, too, were swallowed whole.

Peter exhaled sharply as the last of the man slid inside him, his cock bulging obscenely with the full outline of a human body now packed tight within the throbbing shaft. His balls, already swollen to the size of cantaloupes, gave a hungry gurgle as they welcomed the fresh weight settling into them. The man’s movements were frantic at first—kicking, twisting—but the rhythmic contractions of Peter’s inner walls soon had him stilling, his struggles melting into sluggish twitches as the pheromones and heat did their work.

"Ohhh, fuck," Peter groaned, rolling his hips experimentally. The man’s shape pressed deliciously against his insides, every shift sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. He could feel the guy’s heartbeat fluttering against his cock walls, rapid at first, then slower, steadier, as the digestive fluids seeped into him. Peter licked his lips, imagining the man’s skin softening, his muscles breaking down into rich, thick nutrients that would fuel his own body for a couple of days more.

His spider-sense prickled at the back of his neck—someone was coming. Peter glanced toward the alley entrance, but his usual urgency was dulled by the sheer fullness of his cock, the satisfaction humming through his veins. Still, he couldn’t risk being seen like this. With a grunt, he shot a web upward, hauling himself and his engorged cock onto the rooftop. The movement made his testicles lurch pleasantly, the man’s body shifting inside him with a wet, sloshing sound.

Up here, under the moonlight, Peter could finally relax. He sprawled back against the gravel, one hand lazily stroking the massive curve of his cock while the other cupped his balls, feeling them churn and gurgle as they got to work. The man inside him was little more than a bulge now, his outline blurring as the digestive process accelerated. Peter’s mouth watered at the thought—all that protein, all that energy—just for him.

Peter sighed as he rubbed the massive swell of his cock, feeling the man inside twitch weakly—his last reflexive jerks before digestion really took everything. Sometimes, in moments like these, he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, New York’s beloved friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and yet his body demanded a sacrifice every few days just to keep him swinging between skyscrapers. One guy—one whole, living, breathing person—reduced to nothing more than nutrients sloshing in his balls. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

He’d tried alternatives at first, back when the hunger had first started gnawing at him. Protein shakes, raw steaks, entire tubs of whey—none of it worked. His body burned through regular food like kindling, leaving him hollow and desperate within hours. The first time he’d accidentally swallowed a mugger whole—well, that had been terrifying. But the relief? The sheer, overwhelming satisfaction? That had been impossible to ignore. His spider DNA didn’t just want meat—it wanted people. And once he’d accepted that, well… it wasn’t like New York was short creeps no one would miss.

Trevor and Skye (vore story)

For @vore4life and @texanstrong

Today is the day that I get to meet up with two Americans that want to be eaten or vored as some of you might say. Once a year predators and preys meet up at a secret location (changes locations every year due to hiding from the enforcement teams) and this year being British I’ve decided to travel over to experience this event.

I heard from my American friends that you rarely meet a British Predator so being invited by the event organizers, I accepted their warm invitation and the free travel!! What a trip this is going to be!

You see Trevor and Skye are two friends I’ve met through Tumblr. Both guys are amazing in their own ways. Trevor is an active Marine based in his home state ‘Texas’ who has a very muscular body along with his handsome face. Trevor is very sociable due to his job and he is a predator himself but he doesn’t know that I am planning to vore him. I want to gain muscles very quickly and there is no better tastier option than voring an active Marine in his prime years. Prime Beef ready to be eaten!!

Then you got this cute twink called ‘Skye’ he is very mysterious and very shy. I have seen one photo of him and he sure is a very cute twink. From what he has described to me that he has these amazing amber eyes and very tight arse. With him being mysterious, I can’t wait to vore him and add him as extra muscle to the muscles I would have gained from Trevor. Same time I hoping to gain his amber eyes during the process so it will define me as the alpha predator at this event. I do wonder how Skye will taste considering he’s a bloody gorgeous twink that soon will be only muscle on my body!

Going on from there, you now know that Trevor and Skye were complete opposites to build wise but both have the same fate when they meet me. Trevor thinking he will walk away from this with only being vored and spat out afterward with Skye inside him.

Sorry guys, I have different plans for both of you. Luckily Trevor doesn’t have to travel far compared to the distance that Skye has. This comes at a huge advantage for myself as I planning to eat Trevor first and gain his muscles and fully digest him before Skye comes so he doesn’t have any idea that his time will be up next. Skye will see my defined muscles and will fall into my arms, I know he loves a well-muscled guy.

Right now I’m at the hotel which I am staying near the location of the event. Trevor will be here any minute now and I must get to work straight away as Skye will arrive a few hours later. I just hope Trevor turns up in his uniform so I can wear it at the event. No one will notice that this is an actual real Marines uniform while we know it is. A small reminder of how a real predator works. Fool the prey into their space and swallow them up! I vored enough people back home and each one has a very distinctive taste. Sometimes it can taste like the last meal they had or the shower gel they used. For Skye, I will lure him into the shower for quick fucking while I rub the cocoa butter over him to make him taste like sweet chocolate! Damn this going to be amazing turning up at the event as an Alpha predator ready to eat every prey that comes up to me!

**I hear a knock at my door**

This was it, Trevor finally arrived for his ending, I tidied myself up and answered the door. I saw my first meal of the day standing there in his Marines uniform looking proud of serving his country. I must say Trevor is one handsome Marine with all that prime beef muscles on him. I let him in and like anyone else we introduced ourselves and we had quite a laugh about transformations and vore. We were still amazed that vore was actually a real-life thing.

The thing I learned about Trevor that he was self-conscious about his appearance and asked if he could use the shower! I was thinking ‘YES YES YESSS’ in my head and I said yeah. He took his uniform off like I saw him many times before which must be a normal thing in the Marines when they share bunk beds and rooms together.

The smell that came from Trevor’s sweat got me turned on as he just traveled all the way from Texas in that uniform. I now can see his tanned six-pack that is really tight and his huge biceps. Damn Trevor is so GOOD in every way. He left everything neat on the neat and was only standing in his boxers as he head into the shower. I went over to his uniform and gave it a sniff. My boner only got bigger knowing I will be wearing this soon to fool Skye and the preys at the event.

Trevor stepped over of the shower still trying to find that towel and this was it! The moment!

You see Trevor didn’t know that the locking mechanism in the door didn’t work completely and I took a peek through the door and I just saw his cock. It was fucking huge, 9-10inches and thick as hell. No wonder why twinks were drolling over Trevor. I watched Trevor wash his Marines body seeing his fingers going over his abs slowly making sure he covered every part. I must admit Trevor’s arse wasn’t that bad also but what you see on the front was every prey dream of having swallowed them up. Trevor didn’t realize that the shower gel was for Skye but Trevor tasting like cacao butter is going to be so fucking delicious!

I opened the door up and offered him a towel, he thought it was weird how I knew he was looking for it and made a joke about me watching him. When he bent over to pick the towel up. I opened my mouth and swallowed his head in one clean go! He went into a state of panic as his head was in my mouth and we both fell on the floor awkwardly, I was tasting that sweet gel in his hair and he was screaming and soaking in my air from my lungs. When we fell I was laying on my back and Trevor was the same as I was touching up his chest. His muscles are so damn hard as more of him was being swallowed. I could hear him cursing and panicking as he must have worked out that I was wanting to eat Skye instead of him. Trevor was trying to hold of something to pull his head and neck out but it only failed as I started to pump his cock which stopped him temporarily. His cock felt amazing as Trevor couldn’t decide what he wanted. Somehow I started to swallow his upper chest which I tasted his abs one by one with my tongue. You could not get anything more prime than this!!

I felt him accepted his fate as I swallowed his arms in and those biceps were huge!! Now I’m reaching his lower body. His cock, testicles, and legs were next. Inside Trevor was hanging above my stomach which was his final place. He knew soon that I will digest him then have his meal aka Skye which was mine now!

I didn’t care as I will walk away as stud after this! I continued swallowing Trevor in as now his hairs covering his cock as in my mouth. I could taste a mixture of his sweat and cocoa which was sending my cock wild! Then came his cock which I pulled the skin back to taste and feel those veins on it. It went hard instantly as I enjoyed swallowing that slowly.

I couldn’t take much longer as I was so eager to finish this meal so I swallowed in his legs and feet quickly. Inside my stomach, Trevor fell into my acid and knew this was it. My acid started to do its job and was breaking up Trevor quickly. I was laying here with a huge belly where Trevor was but it was getting smaller by the minute. I was in a complete pleasure feeling him being digested as my body changes!

I felt a jolt run through my body as new muscles were pushing out on my chest! I saw my newly hard-earned abs pushing out one by one as my body skin was starting to tan! I was squirming all over the floor feeling my body changing into a Marines build. My arms were growing bigger as the biceps got harder and harder! New memories rushed into my mind as I knew now Trevor was gone forever.

Suddenly I felt a massive pleasure hit my cock as I was moaning in bliss as my 7inch cock was growing into a good 11inch and getting thicker. My testicles grew much bigger as Trevor’s thick cum was mixing in with mine!!

The process was completed. I got up looking at my new body in the mirror. I was sweating like mad as I saw now that I’m an Alpha predator now! I now got the muscles, cock, uniform to lure in every horny twink prey going starting with Skye first! I knew to eat Trevor was going to make me hungry so Skye was going to be that meal and extra muscle gain before the main event starts. I was so muscular now thanks to Trevor. I was seeing his memories and saw his dirty thoughts about enjoying Skye but that was mine now as I was smirking away in the mirror seeing my tight six-pack. I gave my new cock a pump and it felt so much more powerful and strong. The testosterone levels were sending me crazy but I managed to edge myself waiting for Skye. I went into the room and put on my Marines uniform even I not in them. It felt amazing wearing this outfit knowing I standing in Trevor’s boots now. Everything he was is part of me now. I jumped on the bed and was checking out my new phone. I was teasing Skye through snapchat with him not knowing any difference. He was sending me so horny pictures back thinking I was Trevor but soon he will find out that he’s joining Trevor!

Skye is next!!

I went out to the bar and had a few drinks to chill me out and I already noticed that a few guys were checking me out considering I wearing Trevor’s uniform for my own advantage. These guys were lucky as I was only wanting to have one more meal before heading out to the event later on tonight. I did sit there and two of the guys were also Predators like myself but they were in awe that I am already more Alpha than both of them. I heard these events do happen all over the globe but this one is meant to be extra special due to the number of prey that wants to meet their fate from a predator. 

I knew the time was getting near and as I walked towards the reception area, I saw this beautiful twink standing there. I knew it was him Skye has arrived so I managed to walk past him towards the bedroom knowing soon that twink will be digested and used as extra muscle gains for my already Alpha body. I waited in the room as I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and there he was, the most amazing twink I’ve ever seen in person. His eyes were what he said, a mixture of green and brown giving off an autumn amber shade. He was fairly short and a very smart hairstyle you would expect for someone that wanted to prove their worth to a man that they want to serve. Skye looked at me and introduced himself and he saw I was wearing Trevor’s uniform but I joked it off as said I was roleplaying with him earlier and he went out to grab some lunch. Skye easily believed this and walked in. He sure did eye me up as he wasn’t expecting me to be muscled like this. I gave him a huge hint that Trevor was gone for a while and we should have some fun, he grinned and smirked knowing this was a good warm-up session until Trevor came back. We instantly hit off by me pushing my hands up his top feeling that extra smooth lean chest which was just pure soft sin and not a single hair in sight. I knew from experience that if I was to twist a twink’s nipple it will send them off into a frenzy that sent Skye crazy hearing his cute moans as I messed around with him. I took my top off and he was already feeling my abs nothing knowing it was Trevor’s and I pushed us towards the bed as we both stripped naked and started making out on the bed. I wanted to give him a good time so I turned him around and started to enjoy his tight arse. I was slapping it and suddenly pull it apart to push my face into his butthole to give it the best possible licking he would have received. I could tell Skype was a virgin considering how tight this hole was, I spat on my finger and pushed it in to give it a feel and god didn’t Skype moan so much in pleasure from this. I continued it for a few minutes by adding more fingers in to make sure my new alpha cock would slide in. 

After giving him the best possible foreplay, I decided to insert my cock and start fucking him real hard. I had him on the bed moaning like a total bitch wanting me to dig deeper and deeper which I did just to listen to him go into pure bliss. Damn Skye would be the perfect boyfriend material as he has good tastes and a smart mind but once you are a target for a meal, you are a meal! We fucked for a good hour and I had a delayed text sent to him pretending to be Trevor which he saw and he smirked as he knew we had more time to enjoy this fucking.

We fucked more and more until I released all my loads into him which was kept in due to his tight hole. I pulled out and he was on the bed trying to catch some air but I leaned in for a kiss which what he was expected until I opened up and swallowed his head in. I could feel inside my mouth that he went into a complete panic not realizing that I finally eating him instead of Trevor. His arms and legs were moving about like mad but my new gained strength kept him pinned down. I enjoy tasting his amazing hair and his sweaty face in my mouth as my salvia built up to make him easier to swallow down my throat. 

I swallowed him up slowly, slowly enjoying his sweaty smooth upper body as I could feel his bones slowly pushing down my throat, I couldn’t believe that Skye was finally going to be my meal. He eventually gave in as he knew I had him and it was a more of a positive experience as I spent hours swallowing him in. His cock and arse were fucking delicious. I did play around with his tight butt like a teddy giving them tons of slapping and squeezing to make sure it was extra tender as it went into my mouth. His legs were really lean also, so was his massive feet which did taste pretty foul but who cares, it was a meal to satisfy my hunger for today. I laid there in bed with a huge belly AGAIN feeling Skye squirming around inside my stomach. This time around I allowed time for him to swim inside my stomach and jerk off one last time. He was prepared for this as I digested him away. 

I got up and checked myself out in the mirror. I knew this was successful and I now got two suitcases full of clothes and to phones to lure in more guys later on tonight. I had everything I needed for this trip now plus I already vored two amazing guys with opposites bodies. I now got the best of twinks and jocks as one on my body and I only going to get bigger and more prime from tonight.

I smirked once more time as I got dressed and went back to the bar looking for a quick snack before I head downtown to the event. 

I was loaded with money, a sexy Alpha body and nobody will ever find out what has happened to Trevor and Skye on this trip. Thank you both for giving me this amazing body!

Straight away I felt my muscles on my six-pack grew slightly bigger and luckily my iris color changed to Amber. I was laying here feeling so full of energy and a brand new body knowing Trevor made me an Alpha along with Skye giving me that extra muscle gain on my chest. I felt so Alpha now and I was ready for the party later. I knew I was going to be the prime Alpha from the UK, I will be heading home like a king that just made his presence known. 

"Are you ready? Because I already absorbed the oil and now it's just you who I haven't absorbed,"

You stammered. You know you want this, but are you really sure about this? Giving away your life just to be part of someone else? Thinking about it and actually facing the probability of it are totally different. While you are deep on your own thought, his boomed voice surprised you

"Still thinking about it? Compare what you have and what I have, do you see yourself living a better life than mine? Do you still want to continue doing your own taxes, waking up everyday to the gym and your work, grinding endlessly but never gonna be as big as me?"

Dylan wasn't very fond of the newer player coach brought in to replace him. He worked his butt off to get the position of quarter back. But now that its under threat of being demoted, he decided to deal with it himself. Chatting with one of his friends who majored in chemistry, he made a concoction of a shrinking potion as he brought it to the practice before the big game. Purposely showing up an hour late, he walked towards the benches as coach approached him.

"Dylan! The heck you been? Practice is almost over"

"Sorry coach, just had a little car trouble is all. Won't happen again"

"See that it doesn't. Thankfully the new guy filled in your spot for the time. Sit on the bench" the coach sterned as he walked back to players lining up. Dylan would only give out a slight frown in response before he noticed the new guy head to bleachers for a break. He pulled out his water bottle from underneath the seat as he squirted it into his mouth.

"Bingo" Dylan said under his breath. He moved just a little closer to the bleachers as he just stood along its metal edges. Gazing down at the player leaning down as he put his water bottle back. "Working hard newbie?" Dylan said nonchalantly. His eyes catching his as they looked back.

"Oh hey, you must be the new other quarter back" he says standing up "yeah, practice has been quite rough with the plays we're runnin'. But no pain no gain right?"

"Right. Say, we're both quarter back, perhaps after practice we can share each others tactics. Catch a head start in the advantage for tomorrow you know"

"Practice study huh? Im down"

"Awesome, we'll make meet after practice them"

"New guy! Line up!"

"Yes sir! No rest for the best they always say" the new guy brought his water bottle back underneath the seat as he ran back to join the team on the field.

"...right" Dylan sterned before looking back at the water bottle. Waiting until the new guy was far enough, he grabbed it as he unloosened the lid. Placing it to the side, he poured in the shrinking potion as he swirled the bottle around. A mix of blue coloring would change the water before it morphed back to clear. As it did, he fastened back the lid as he went to put it back. But suddenly, a whistled rang from the field. The team would be heading back towards him as he spotted the new guy amongst the crowd. He body still in a crouched position as he pretended to reach down. "Drink up champ, you earned it"

"Ah, thanks" the new guy took his bottle as he took a swig of it. His face turned as the beverage left a tangy sensation along his tongue. "Ugh, bad water" he says sensing the after taste begin to build. But Dylan placed a hand on his shoulder as it brought the new guy's attention back to him.

"Boy, I know that feeling. Water always seems to have a weird taste when ya least expect. But don't worry, i'll treat ya to some good water at my place" Dylan says as he ushers him along with an arm. The team getting ever so softer as the two got in his car. As they both entered into the car, the new guy placed a hand on his head as he head began to fuzz a little.

"Grh!"

"Something wrong new guy?"

"N..no, im fine. Must have overdid it on the field. But I think I'll...I'll" his head seemed to be getting worse as his vision began to fade in and out. With each blink, he looked at Dylan across from him as his size seemed be getting bigger. The chair he was in began to widen, and the his legs couldn't even touch the seat anymore. "Hey what's...happening" he says before blacking out.

"Huh, what do you know, it actually worked" Dylan says as he watched the new guy shrink in size. As he watched them tumble into the seat they were in, he had a smile on his face as he pulled out the parking lot.

It was about 10pm when the new guy finally woke up from his slumber. "Wha...what happened to me" he mumbled as he groggily sat up. He then noticed a string tied to his waist as he followed its length to the its end. It was tied to what seemed to be a giant finger as it layed just partially outside the dimmed light. "This has gotta be a dream".

"Oh it's no dream new guy" a voice rang within the dark atmosphere. As the large form moved closer, Dylan face would fill the empty space as he stared down at them. "Finally came to huh? Now we can get down to business"

"Business?"

"You've become a problem that unfortunately can't have in my career. There's only one quarter back on the team and its me"

"What? But coach was said that was a temporary spot. I didn't know he was going to replace you"

"Really now? Well, now I almost feel bad for what comes next" He tugged at the string as its length pulled the new guy upward. He rose until his body hovered over his lips as he watched him swing in place. He then opened his mouth as he let out the hot breath inside to wash over them. " to make sure coach doesn't put you in the game tomorrow, you'll have to be stuck with me til its over. Well, I should probably say inside me to be precise".

'You can't eat me! Im not even food! Look, you can have the position I don't want it. You can take it" a sudden drop towards Dylan would make his heart drop as he clung to the string "Don't do it!".

"Heh" Dylan let go of the string as the new guy plummeted in the fleshed cavern. He didn't bother to close his mouth, but he used his tongue to usher them towards the back as the tip folded over the gaped throat. Muffles lingered under the muscled wall before a sudden gulp silenced it. "Ah" he felt felt the bulge in his neck travel fast as the string in his mouth began to lose more of itself to his body. As his finger touched the tip of his nose, he felt his stomach fill as little lumps glossed over the surface. "Don't worry new guy, I won't digest you, just need you out of the way for a while. But for the record, you tasted salty. In a good way of course" he joked as he tugged at the string. Feeling the little guy inside pull up as they bumped against the entrance to his stomach. He soon loosened the string as he tide to on his lower teeth. Made it easier to hide it and kept the string holding his belly prisoner nice and secure. He soon turned of the light and slept on his couch for the occasion. Rubbing his stomach in his slumber as he felt the player inside kick back beneath the surface.

The next day, Dylan got up from the couch as he went to the bathroom to get ready. During his time there, he stood in the mirror as he took photos of himself. "Ladies, if i win this game tonight. You'll be seeing all of this at the after party" he say as he attaches the photo to his blog. Reviewing it over, he zoomed in on his stomach as a lump extended out. But only partially to portrude from behind the abs. "Trying to photobomb new guy. Nice try, but I don't think they'll be able tell you from the other layer of muscle. Now sit tight" he clenched his abs together as the lump inside morphed under the compact surface. Finishing up getting dressed, he puts on his equipment as he drove to the game.

Upon arrival, he met up with his team as he seen coach pacing in place. He seemed livid about something, but Dylan probably new why. "Hey coach, told ta I wouldn't be late".

"Dylan, alright that's one quarter back. Ya seen the new guy? The game starts in a minute, and he's the starter up"

Dylan noticed a sudden pick up in his stomach as he felt the little guy inside begin to stir. But it barely even made a bulge outside the surface of his gear. "Kinda think of it, yeah i did see new guy. He said he wanted me to take the position for today. Said he was feeling sick from practice yesterday".

"Oh for the love of- he knows the play, we need him for it otherwise it'll"

"Both teams, report to to the field"

"Damn it!" The coach groaned. "Dylan just..get ready to pass the ball" letting out a stressful sigh as he pointed to the field.

"Yes sir" he says jogging along. Smirking to himself as he stared down at his stomach. "Guess you'll be part of the game after all new guy, best get ready for a long ride in there" he smirked. The game would then commence as the two went at it.

About few hours later, the game would cease as both teams congratulated each other. With the winning team, the university news team came to talk to the team as they pulled Dylan in for an interview. "Tell us Dylan, how was the game? Did it feel overwhelming while you were out there. All those moves at practice finally paid off"

Woah! I'm not dead! I got this idea pre heated rivalry if you can believe it. I've been gone a pretty long time, huh? I'm a little rusty, so please go easy on me. :) More stories soon, perhaps?

Wyatt crashed into the locker room, taking his furor off the ice. He unequipped his gloves, chucked his helmet into a locker, and wrestled with his jersey, muttering profanities under his breath as the meshed fabric struggled against his sweaty shoulder pads. He, or rather, his team, had just fucked up the first game of their tournament. The defense was too far up their own asses to help him get through the other team and the goalie was way off in La La land letting in an embarrassing amount of shots. His team was too slow to work together and keep up with Wyatt as he did little more than slap a couple pucks into the other team’s net whilst the gap between scores grew wider and wider. Exasperatedly rubbing his face in his hands, Wyatt ruminated on every move he had made that game, meticulously scrutinizing his form and plays. He had been exceptional. He was a star. His team just hadn’t supported him in the way he needed.

The whistle around Coach Halgren’s neck hadn’t left his skin in seventeen years. It dangled there now, nestled in the coarse gray hair of his chest, as he paced the length of his office. The thing was practically fused to him—a second heartbeat, a third nipple. He’d blown it so many times his lips had memorized the shape of the metal.

Outside, the football field was empty except for the late afternoon shadows stretching long across the turf. Halgren liked this time of day. The quiet. The way the setting sun turned everything gold, like the world was made of trophies. He flexed his hands, the knuckles popping like gunfire. Sixty-two years old and still built like a brick shithouse, as his ex-wife used to say. Not that she’d said it kindly.

The knock at the door was timid. Too timid. Halgren scowled before he even turned around. “Enter.”

The kid who shuffled in was exactly what Halgren had expected: thin wrists, thick glasses, a backpack that looked like it weighed more than he did. Ethan something-or-other. The school’s resident tattletale. The boy’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Coach Halgren, sir. You, um. You wanted to see me?”

Halgren exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, like a bull deciding whether to charge. The kid—Ethan—flinched at the sound. "Sit," Halgren growled, jerking his chin toward the folding chair opposite his desk. Ethan scurried to obey, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. The chair groaned under his negligible weight.

"You filed a complaint," Halgren said, leaning forward, his massive forearms resting on the desk. The wood creaked in protest. "Against my quarterback."

Ethan's fingers twisted in his lap. "Y-yes, sir. He, um. He shoved me into a locker. Twice. And then he—"

"I know what he did." Halgren's voice was a low rumble, the kind that vibrated in your bones. "What I don't know is why you thought running to the principal was the play."

Ethan’s mouth opened, then closed, like a fish yanked from water. His fingers dug into the fabric of his jeans. "Because—because it hurt," he whispered.

Halgren’s laugh was a landslide—deep, sudden, and utterly humorless. "Hurt?" He pushed back from the desk, the chair rolling on uneven wheels. "You think a little pain’s worth benching my best player? Worth costing this team the championship?" He stood, looming over Ethan like a storm cloud. The kid’s glasses slipped down his nose, and he didn’t dare push them back up.

A drop of sweat traced Ethan’s temple. Halgren watched it slide, slow and fat, down to his jawline. The boy smelled like cheap fear. Halgren inhaled, nostrils flaring, but there was something else beneath it—something sweet: youth.

Halgren’s tongue dragged across his teeth. "You ever hear of lodge pole pines, kid?"

Ethan blinked, his fingers twitching against his thighs. "The—the trees?"

Halgren's grin split his face like an axe wound. "See, lodge poles don’t grow unless fire clears out the deadwood." He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing Ethan whole. "Weak things burn. Strong things thrive." His hand shot out, fingers like vise clamps around Ethan’s chin, forcing his head back. The boy gasped, glasses askew, his pulse thrumming wild against Halgren’s thumb.

Something in the air thickened—not sweat, not fear, but the electric hum of a storm gathering. Ethan’s breath hitched as Halgren’s grip tightened. His skin prickled, then burned, as if the coach’s fingers were branding him. A golden glow seeped from Ethan’s pores, swirling like mist in the fading sunlight. His sneakers kicked uselessly against the floor, his legs turning limp as wet rope.

Halgren inhaled, slow and deep, nostrils flaring. The golden light coiled toward him, drawn into his mouth like smoke. His skin drank it in—first his lips, then his cheeks, then his throat—until his whole body shimmered with his victim's vitality. Ethan’s glasses slipped off entirely, clattering to the floor. His pupils dilated, black swallowing blue, as his essence unraveled.

The boy’s fingers twitched, clutching at Halgren’s wrist. His grip was weak. Weaker. The skin of his hands thinned, veins standing out like ink strokes on parchment. His nails grayed, then cracked, flaking away like old paint. The backpack slumped off his shoulders, collapsing into a heap of denim and canvas—empty, now, of anything resembling flesh.

Halgren exhaled through his nose, steam curling from his nostrils. His shoulders broadened, the seams of his polo shirt straining. Silver streaks dissolved from his hair, replaced by thick, chestnut waves. His crow’s feet smoothed; his knuckles lost their arthritic swell. Ethan’s final breath left him in a sigh, his body collapsing entirely into dust.