Pred Fantasies Via A.I.

Dale woke up early and eager to learn Jesse’s secret. He admired his body in the mirror, imagining how he might transform with some lucrative advice. He rushed down to the fitness center and opened the door to find Jesse running on the treadmill. Dale went to greet his new workout buddy and reminded him to let him in on his secret. He wasn’t suspicious at all as Jesse quickly checked to see if anyone was around and then blocked the door with a chair. Jesse got close to Dale and whispered that the best way to get protein is to take it from other people. Dale didn’t have much time to think about what that meant because Jesse had him right where he wanted him. Jesse lifted him into the air, threw his head back, and shoved Dale into his drooling mouth. Being the stronger man between them, Dale’s squirming in protest didn’t matter to Jesse’s throat which easily guided him downward. Jesse swallowed forcefully and moaned in satisfied relief as his stomach stretched to accommodate Dale’s entire body. As his belly gurgled, Jesse felt stronger knowing his secret would be safe. He returned to his room to enjoy and called the front desk to request a late check out.

Several minutes later, a large eruption of cheers and clapping could be heard from inside the Pred Palace. The fraternity was adding Keith to their brotherhood and they watched as Gregory’s legs and feet vanished behind Keith’s closing lips. Once the high-fives and fist bumps quieted down, Keith grabbed those beers he promised Gregory earlier and chugged them down. The bubbly booze made his prey wiggle and squirm. Overwhelmed with pride and a lot more weight, Keith stumbled to the front yard and plopped down in a law chair. He watched his belly shift and wobble around under his sweatshirt. Keith was the fraternity’s newest brother - his heart, and more importantly his stomach, was full.

Pete wandered through the alleyways and stumbled upon a recently cleaned brick wall. He dropped his backpack which clanked with paint cans. As Pete was eyeing up this fresh canvas, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around nervously thinking that it was the cops, but relaxed when he saw an average guy walking through. Pete was readying himself to unzip his backpack once the coast was clear, but the stranger approached him and asked if he was about to put his tag up. Pete stammered before the stranger laughed and assured him it was okay - he was a tagger too. Pete was about to ask him what his tag was, but a deep growl from the stranger's stomach interrupted him. The stranger didn’t give Pete a chance to connect the dots and jumped on him with his mouth wide open. The dark alley was the perfect private spot for the stranger to swallow Pete whole. With the tagger now balled up inside his stomach, the stranger opened his prey’s backpack and grabbed a can of black paint. He quickly put his GUT BOI signature up, admired his quivering belly, and strutted off into the night to wait for the next tagger to become dinner.

When Carter knocked on his door, heart racing, he was practically bouncing in excitement. Jason opened the door and right away the two were all over each other. It began with light play: Carter admired Jason’s body, fed him some pizza they had delivered, and curled up his arms. Jason teased Carter with his fuzzy belly, referring to it as Carter’s future home. The anticipation had built up to this moment and the two of them began hooking up. Hours passed and the sun set, and the two satisfied each other’s urges over and over. As bedtime approached, Jason’s belly let out a deep grumble. Carter moaned and sighed as he felt his entire body slowly slurped up and descending into warm, wet darkness. Jason’s final gulp rounded out his belly. He rubbed it and felt Carter curled up inside. Jason smiled and waddled off to bed so he could spend a night with his stomach’s new occupant, wondering how the next morning would unfold.

The flow ended up going, of course. They spent the first several minutes just giggling and lounging. Ray ended up leaning back into the couch with his eyes closed listening deeply to the music. He began to feel a warm sensation starting down at his feet and moving up his body. It felt new and trippy so he opened his eyes. Ray quickly discovered the warm sensation - which had moved up his chest at this point - was due to Chris inching his open mouth up his body and swallowing him. Ray couldn't really react: he was on shrooms and wasn't sure it was real. But his confusion broke when his view of the world went dark and felt himself curling up in his friend's stomach. Ray heard the sounds of grumbling and bubbling drowning out the music a knew he was about to become one with Chris.

Tim complimented Dean on his cabin as they both walked in, commenting that the view on the lake was amazing. Dean lied, telling him he was about to grab the beer which allowed his guest to get distracted looking out the window. He crept behind him and quickly knocked him on the floor. Dean lifted the Tim's legs to his mouth and began swallowing him in in spite of his panicked wiggling. It took Dean only a moment to completely entrap Tim in his hungry stomach. He carefully waddled over to his typewriter and plopped onto his chair. He belly felt satisfied - he could feel Tim shaking and stretching his gut. Suddenly, Dean's synapses lit up and prose began forming in his head. While he typed out the first words of his newest poem, it wasn't only the creative juices flowing. The bubbling sounds in his belly began drowning out the clacking of Dean's typewriter. Dean could sense this poem was going to turn out perfect.

It took Barry a moment or two before he completely tanked Jack. But it took even longer to try and hide their secret discovery within the nooks of the mine tunnel. His belly weighed him down as he lifted the rocks and wiggled wildly as he pushed loose dirt over the hiding spot. He dusted off his hands and looked down at his gut. He could hear whining protests covered up by deep and roaring grumbles inside, and let out a sigh. As he began slowly walking towards the mine's exit, he began thinking through a plan to sneak back in to retrieve the hidden treasure. Though a sudden sound of his stomach gurgling followed by a round Jack's labored squirming made him realize he had to form a plan to hide his massive vore gut too.

The guys began logging on for their usual game. After waiting a while for Dennis to also log on, they began asking each other if they knew whether he was about to join them. When they turned their attention towards Kai, they could barely hear him say he hadn't seen him. They asked what was wrong with his auido since some loud growling sound was covering up his voice. Kai feigned surprise and blamed it on a cheap microphone before promising to stay muted for the benefit of the group. Over the next few hours as their game play continued, nobody could hear Kai moaning in pleasure while Dennis loudly stewed in his belly. He patted his rounded gut and it wobbled wish a slosh in response. Kai ended up playing better than usual and he considered that a gut full of Dennis might be something of a good luck charm.

The back office door remained closed and locked through the rest of the evening. The staff cleaned up and all left for the night. As soon as the house manager locked up, Mateo finally opened the door and strode into the empty kitchen. Now he had a pronounced belly which shook as he walked towards the wine to pour himself a glass. The churning sounds of his stomach claiming the freeloading dasher echoed in the kitchen. Mateo admired his gut and took a victory sip of wine. Much to his pleasure, this prompted his stomach's captor to squirm even more. The Head Chef - or Pred Chef - smiled as he enjoyed pairing the savory-sweet Tucker with a bold Cabernet.

The heavy mass in his belly was motionless until Ravi took the first few sips. Once there was that new addition to his gut, Ravi felt his prey begin frantically squirming again. The pred sighed in pleasure as the sensation of movement was met with the sound of his stomach bubbling and gurgling. Ravi chugged the rest to give his prey enough energy to last long enough and let out a belch that made his massive gut quake. With a newly satisfied feeling, Ravi trudged back into his room. Now he could finally enjoy the pred life before his stomach was finished.

It wasn't long before the man was back, this time he was the only customer in the entire place. Caspar remained quiet as he slowly locked the door and flipping the "open" sign to "closed". Caspar quietly peered around the corner of machines, just in time to see the man begin poking at the machine's controls and begin a free load of washing. Then Caspar shouted, scared the man who thought nobody saw him, and ran towards him and clutching him by his shirt collar. Caspar informed his captive that he lost him enough money and that it was time to settle the debt. The frightened man whimpered as Caspar's mouth stretched wide and engulfed his torso. Caspar was determined and gulped hard until the man was curled up tightly in his stomach. The load of laundry sloshed around alongside the sloshing now coming from Caspar's vore gut. The businessman marveled his belly, thinking about how his loss-prevention strategy felt a bit like a gain too.

In a moment of confidence, George took the bet and tossed his final dart. With a thud, it landed on a double nine, losing the challenge for him then and there. He sighed and wondered aloud where he would sleep on such short notice. Damien had an idea for that and grabbed his defeated fraternity brother and forcefully began cramming him into his mouth. George was stunned and shook around as much as he could, but now found himself unable to meet the challenge of Damien's powerful throat. His body slid past Damien's lips and then solidly fell all the way into his stomach. Damien taunted the wiggling mass that was rounding out his belly. Since the house was now even emptier, his belly's gurgling and growling seemed much louder. Damien, now king of the house, leaned back and felt the pleasure of victory shifting around in his belly - the "somewhere else" George was forced to go.

One morning not much later, Ajay woke Shane up and told him they were getting out on the trails for some exercise. Shane was a little tired but got up and joined Ajay for a hike through the hills. In a moment of rest so Shane could yawn and take a breather, Ajay pounced and wrestled down his roommate, shoving more and more of him into his mouth. It took many powerful gulps to get Shane's newly muscular body down but soon Shane was curled up and wiggling in Ajay's belly. Admiring his gurgling and shaking belly, Ajay considered his plan to amp up his protein intake - it was simpler to get it all in at once. His roommate, who he helped bulk up, was bulking him up now.

In Rico's studio, Carson saw a blank canvas and a small collection of his brushes and paints. Carson asked if he was about to start on his piece but Rico bashfully said he hadn't had the right muse to be inspired to paint. Feeling flattered, Carson stepped toward his favorite artist of all time and offered to be his muse in any way he could. That's all Rico needed to hear - he grabbed Carson tightly at his hips and lifted the surprised man above his head. The entire studio echoed with Carson's shouts until Rico finally sealed his mouth and took his final gulp. Standing in front of his blank canvas, the genius artist closed his eyes. He felt Carson's helpless squirms inside his hungry belly. He heard how his stomach groaned and bubbled as his prey weighed him down. With his eyes closed, and the multi-sensory euphoria he was experiencing, the flashes of inspiration filled his head and his hands started to paint. Carson would never be able to see this newest piece but would forever be part of its creation.

"Wish You Were Here" Postcard, circa 1983 | from Club Pred - All-Inclusive Vore Resort

Leon walked into the quiet subway station with no one else in sight this late. Luckily enough for him, a train arrived a moment later and Leon could board an empty car headed home. He finally had a moment to rest - it can be tiring going on a date for hours then do the exercise that is swallowing the guy from that date. He slumped back into the bench and lifted his shirt to admire the mass of belly he had in his lap now that his prey was trapped inside. Leon could really feel him moving in his stomach, and poking at his gut seemed to make his prey squirm even more. The jostling of the train racing down the tracks made a loud roar in the tunnels, but the gurgling within his belly seemed to overpower it, filling the subway car with the sounds of a pred's belly. Leon continued to play with his active prey through his belly all the way to his stop. He lifted himself up and walked towards his apartment feeling good about himself: first dates always ended up back at his place.

When their conversation turned to what Tanner was doing, he told Jack that he was working on the family farm, but he was also working on a side project - one he was trying to keep a secret. Overwhelmed with curiosity, Jack asked to learn more and Tanner feigned being convinced to divulge his secrets. Moments later, Tanner was driving Jack into the middle of one of the largest corn fields on the property. As they stepped out and towards the back of the truck, Jack looked around to see what this secret project must be. Tanner turned to Jack in the middle of the silent corn field and asked him if he remembered the times Jack was a bully, or when he teased him, or when he punched him. Jack silently paused only to then sigh in recognition and admit that he did remember. In a pointless effort to justify his actions, Jack weakly contributes his behavior to Tanner being small back then. That was all Tanner needed to hear and sternly told Jack that now he's much bigger and that he's been holding onto a grudge. Jack spent half a second seeing if he could run for it, but Tanner grabbed his former bully by the waist and funneled him into his open mouth feet first. Jack's final moments on the outside were spent whimpering in shock as he watched himself descend into Tanner's hungry gut. When Jack completely landed in Tanner's belly, Tanner climbed into the truck bed for a little fun. He punched each side of his gut and made Jake squirm wildly inside him. Now he was the big guy holding his power over the little guy. Tanner spent the rest of the evening laughing at Jack, teasing and taunting him, all while toying with him as his stomach gurgled and groaned and claimed the former bully.