Wouldn't I look so cute inside of your stomach?

I underwent bariatric surgery which means, besides that my digestive tract is weird as fuck now, that I physically lack the piece of my stomach that allows me to throw up. If I swallow something there’s really no way to get it back out again besides a stomach pump and even that won’t really work since I do most of my digestion in my intestines nowadays.

sure, there's the obvious reasons. I'm good at convincing others to get eaten, I can help keep the skittish ones calm while you devour their friends, and I'll even lock the door to make sure no one can escape

but once there's only the two of you left? one pred, stuffed to bursting, belly full and squirming and heavy, and one prey who just spent the last three hours watching her pred indulge her appetite? oh, I'll be desperate

absolutely begging you to find room for one more, desperate to be dragged down into your belly while the others digest. touching and rubbing and marveling at you, stunned and beyond turned on by your hunger, your gluttony, poking and rubbing and massaging...

This guy I've never fucking talked to just swallowed me alive. I was minding my own business changing in the gym locker room, and now I'm being squeezed on all sides, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. I’m soaked from head to toe in slimy mucus and wet stomach juices, and it’s warmer in here than any sauna I’ve been in. Suffice to say, it’s not very comfortable. But I have to admit that with my dick sliding between his slippery stomach walls and my slick body, I’m getting hard as fuck. And it’s taking up space that I really can't afford right now, so as humiliating as it is, I better... work on getting rid of it, if you know what I mean.

I was bored. He was there. It was that simple.

Yet another day of me just sitting at home was drifting on by. Spring had been threatening to make an appearance for the past few weeks, but today was just another grey picture. Still, I was grateful for the rest, work had been an absolute killer for the last month.

The beginnings of hunger were making their way towards me as the doorbell rang. As I walked towards the door my stomach started to churn and whine, letting me know it was ready for something new. How lucky I was when I opened the door and he was standing there. As I laid eyes on him the grey world turned bright and vibrant, and the approaching hunger transformed into a violent stampede. He was full, handsome and strong, the perfect thing to fill me right up.

"Hi, nice to meet you." He said, smiling awkwardly as one does when introducing themselves. "I'm Peter. I just moved in and wanted to say hi!" Fresh meat then.

"Hey, why don't you come in for a drink?" I said warmly, inviting him into the last house he'd ever see. He accepted, and his fate was sealed, ending my boredom.

After some polite conversation and mild flirting over a cup of coffee, I decided it was time to stop playing with my food.

"Gotta pee real quick." I said, leaving my prey alone and exposed. I walked out of the room and let Peter sit there just long enough for him to start getting bored. He stood up and started perusing my living room, giving me the signal to strike. I crept in without a sound, praying my belly didn't betray me by letting out a noisy rumble. Thankfully, it didn't and I was able to shoot my shot.

Peter let out a confused yelp as I kicked the back of his knee, pulling him to the ground. Before he could realise what was happening I had my mouth around his ankles.

"What the fuck, man?!" He shouted, trying and failing to kick his feet out from the back of my throat. I just smiled up at him as I worked my way up his calves and towards his knees. Luckily for me, he was wearing gym shorts that pulled right off with a powerful yank.

As I slurped and swallowed my way up Peter's legs I savoured the taste of sweat and adrenaline, which picked up as he realised he wasn't going to escape from my mouth so easily. The balance of sweet and salty skin made my belly's hunger pick up. My jaw continued to unhinge as more of Peter slid down my throat. All he could do was scream and struggle in vain as his crotch slid past my lips and I worked my way up his muscular stomach, which would soon be all mine.

At this stage my belly started to bulge its way outward, turning me from an unsuspecting slim guy to a strong predator with a powerful man-eating gut. I could feel my stomach starting to coat and cover Peter's feet in juices and acid, as it began accepting its latest meal.

By this point I could just stand and watch as Peter was suspended in mid-air, watching in horror as his face drew closer and closer to mine. The only thing that competed with his screams were the sound of powerful gurgles and slurping that dragged my new neighbour closer and closer to his fate. Soon his face slid past my lips and I savoured the last of the taste of panic and fear, before letting out one more strained gllrk.

My neck bulged as the sounds of Peter's screams moved their way downwards, muffled and terrified. A final dropping sensation reverberated through me as the last of my meal fell into my belly. With the new weight added, I stumbled over to the sofa, allowing myself to relax under the weight of an entire man.

As I let out a strong exhale, an involuntary bouuuuurp made its way past my lips, echoing throughout the living room and allowing my stomach to compress its new victim. From within, Peter was letting out screams, pleads and begs as he struggled to accept his new fate. I heard none of this. His frantic struggles were far too relaxing for me to pay attention to anything at that point in time. My belly shook, distended and vibrated below me, as it acclimatised to its new meal.

"Welcome to the-uurp- neighbourhood, man" I said, stifling another burp. "Shame you didn't get to spend much time here, folks are really friendly! I'm sure the estate agent will be happy the house is on the market again, though."

My boredom was now cured and my hands fondled the newly grown orb below me. I could start to hear Peter's screams pick up as my belly kicked itself into gear, properly starting to break down and digest its food. I just let out another contented sigh, slowly drifting into a food coma while the man inside me got absorbed into nutrients and calories. When I woke up 2 hours later his screams had been silenced, and my body claimed the rest of him over the next 24 hours.

I was out on the boat with the boys all day, sun beating down and a cooler full of brews making everything feel loose and easy. We had been fishing and bullshitting for hours when I pulled the black-hat guy in close for a kiss. He went with it right away, arm around my shoulder, mouths locked up nice and deep. The kiss kept going longer than I planned, so I just stretched my lips over his face and kept sliding down. He barely fought it. Felt his head pop into my throat easy, and I glanced down to see a massive boner already straining hard in his jeans.

A few big gulps later and his black hat hit the deck of the boat. The rest of him slid down smooth until he was curled up tight in my tank top, squirming and bulging my gut out good. The boys started laughing and clapping. One of them yelled, “Damn, bro, you really went for it. How’s he feel in there?” I just grinned and rubbed the heavy swell. “Heavy as hell but he’s settling in nice. Pass me another brew, man. He is gonna be churning for a while.”

We kept fishing like nothing happened. I would lean back every so often and rip these long wet farts that rolled across the water, the boys cracking up each time. “Listen to that,” I told them, patting my gut. “He is really breaking down in there. Smells like he is ready to come out soon.” Another guy laughed and said, “Bro, you always turn your hookups into logs faster than any of us." "You'd better save some fish for the rest of the boat, though, you fat fuck.” I just shrugged and let out another deep fart. “He is almost soup now. Feels pretty damn good.”

A couple of hours and a few more brews later, my gut had gone soft and sloshy. I stood up, dropped my pants, and squatted right over the side of the boat. Grunted deep and pushed. Massive thick logs started sliding out slowly, stretching my hole wide as hell. The boys were all watching, laughing, and snapping pics as the first heavy coils hit the water and floated away. I kept grunting and farting while more of him dropped, long heavy pieces packed with bits of his shirt and jeans. When his skull finally stretched me to the max and popped through, I let out a long, satisfied groan.

One of the guys pointed and said, “There he goes, floating off like the rest of the bait.” I laughed, picked up his black hat from the deck, and set it right on top of one of the bigger logs bobbing behind the boat. “There you go, bro. Looks good on you.” The boys cheered as we fired up the motor and headed back to the dock, leaving him drifting there, floating as turds on the water.

My day job is being a chauffeur, and this man's a regular client of mine. Today, he payed me more than usual just to drive out to this abandoned field. The whole way, he was making comments about how hungry he was... and considering I that I've seen him with vore guts in the past, I should've pieced things together sooner. Too fucking late now...

On the bright side, I guess won't have to worry about money anymore. And look at his face, he's clearly going to take better care of me than most preds would. And I suppose I'd fit pretty comfortably in that thick trunk of a torso.

Okay, speaking honestly, this is going to hurt. I mean, I'm going to get fucking digested while still alive. I was just trying to accept what I can't change, but I'm actually so fucked. And the way he's got his crotch on display is telling me that I might have another job to do before becoming his food.

The kitchen smelled like garlic, fresh herbs, and sizzling butter. Greg stood barefoot at the stove, completely naked except for the dish towel slung over his broad shoulder. His muscular back flexed as he stirred the pan. He’d just finished an intense evening workout and was absolutely starving.

What he didn’t expect was to catch his roommate Richard bent over in front of the open fridge, stealing the last of Greg’s prepped high-protein meals.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Greg growled, voice low and dangerous.

Richard froze, a container of grilled chicken in his hand. “Dude, it’s just one meal, I’ll pay you ba—”

He never finished the sentence.

Greg moved like lightning. He grabbed Richard by the back of the neck and slammed him face-first against the cold granite countertop. Before Richard could even scream, Greg yanked his shorts down and pressed his thick, round ass directly against the smaller man’s face.

His desperate plea was cut off as Greg flexed hard. His slick, hungry hole stretched open with a wet, obscene SCHLORP and swallowed Richard’s head in a single powerful motion. The heat inside was brutal, the pressure crushing.

Richard thrashed wildly, arms flailing, trying to push away from the counter, but Greg was far too strong. He reached back with both hands, spreading his cheeks wider as he pushed backward, forcing Richard’s shoulders inside with a sickening squelch.

“Shouldn’t have touched my food, thief,” Greg grunted, voice thick with dark pleasure. He rocked his hips, working more of the struggling man into his ass. “Now you’re gonna become part of mine.”

Richard’s muffled screams vibrated deep inside Greg’s guts as his chest and arms were sucked in. The muscular stud kept one hand planted on the counter for balance while the other reached back to shove Richard’s hips past his greedy ring. GLRRRP.

“Oh fuck… you’re really fighting in there,” Greg moaned, a twisted smile on his face. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Richard’s kicking legs disappear between his powerful cheeks. With one final, deliberate thrust backward, the last of Richard’s calves and feet were slurped inside with a long, wet shllluuuuurp.

Greg let out a deep, satisfied groan as his belly swelled outward heavily, the clear outline of his squirming, unwilling roommate pressing against his abs. He rubbed the massive, writhing gut slowly while still standing at the stove.

“Keep struggling,” he muttered, giving his bloated stomach a firm slap. “Makes the digestion better.”

He casually turned back to the stove, still completely naked, and continued cooking his dinner like nothing had happened. Every time Richard kicked or pushed outward, Greg’s heavy gut wobbled and gurgled loudly. The acids were already rising fast.

By the time Greg plated his food and sat down at the kitchen island, Richard’s movements were growing weaker, slower, more desperate. Greg took a big bite of chicken, then patted his churning belly with a smirk.

“Congrats, roomie. You finally contributed something useful to this house.”

I sat there on the open toilet in the squad latrine, pants around my ankles, gut finally empty after my first real field mission. I have swallowed and dumped plenty of guys back at base, no big deal, but combat vore hits different. Five enemy soldiers, all mine, gulped down one after another while the squad pushed forward. Felt them kicking and bulging my belly the whole way back.

Now the whole team is lined up shitting right beside me, the air thick with wet farts and the slow, loud cracking of logs stretching asses wide open. I could hear the other guys grunting, thick heavy coils dropping, skulls popping through holes just like mine. It made me relax enough to finally push. My five-man payload came out slow and heavy, long logs packed with bone and hair sliding through, their skulls stretching my hole real good one by one until the last one finally dropped with a wet thud. Left a massive steaming pile between my boots while the rest of the squad kept dumping theirs.