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

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.

Nothing beats breakfast on a Sunday morning, followed by a relaxing soak to your muscles some slack... after hauling hefty treats around in your tank all week.

After 20 minutes or so of bliss he heard the door to the to the room open. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a muscular guy in tight trunks walking towards him. As he reached the hot tub the handsome stranger looked down at Johnny and smiled.

"Hey man, I see you've discovered this place too, it's great right?" He said, he had a deep voice and seemed pretty imposing to Johnny, who was slight and thin, but he stood his ground. "Yeah it's amazing, all your troubles just seem to melt away" he said, awkwardly smiling back at the man, trying to seem as casual as possible. "It could always be nicer though, I know somewhere much hotter you might enjoy" the stranger said, winking. "Where?" Johnny asked coyly. The handsome stud just smiled again and smacked his stomach, "in here man, if you let me swallow you I'll show you!"

"I dunno," Johnny mumbled uneasily, the thought of getting swallowed by a guy had always been in his mind but now that he had the opportunity he wasn't so sure. "Don't worry, I guarantee it'll be bliss, and if you don't like it I'll let you out. I promise!"

Johnny thought for a moment. After a silence he finally spoke up. "Okay, if it's as good as you say it is I'll give it ago," he said shakily, still a little shocked about what was going to happen. "That's great man, you'll love it! Although, I need you to take those trunks off, I can't be choking on all that wet fabric while swallowing you." "Sure that's fine." Said Johnny, quickly peeling his trunks off.

Once he was naked, the predator got in the water with him and moved towards him, looking hungry. He tossed Johnny's trunks out of the jacuzzi and then lifted him out of the water, suspending him in midair for a few moments. After eyeing him up hungrily for a few more seconds he finally plunged Johnny feet first into his mouth.

His mouth accommodated Johnny's feet easily, stretching open and covering him in wet, slippery saliva. As he pulled Johnny further in the room echoed with the wet, slurping sounds of a man being eaten alive. For Johnny, the experience was amazing, it was just like he'd always imagined it, the pred's warm tongue lathering him up while he was sucked into a gaping mouth.

Once the predator reached Johnny's crotch he felt his tongue dance around his now rock hard cock. It only took a few licks to leave Johnny moaning loudly with pleasure while cum poured out of his cock and into the handsome pred's mouth. From there he continued to swallow more of Johnny, quickly swallowing his arms down.

Once he was up to Johnny's chest he placed a hand on his head, pushing him down into his waiting stomach. Johnny got one last look at the outside world before the pred shut his mouth, sealing him in pure darkness. With a few more powerful swallows, Johnny's body was pulled down into the depths of his hot, steamy stomach.

"BOUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!" The hot pred's belch echoed throughout the room, almost making the windows shake as Johnny was deposited into his belly. "Thanks so much dude!" He said, sitting down and making himself comfortable in the empty jacuzzi. "Now, you just relax in there and my body will do its thing."

Inside, Johnny was finding it pretty difficult to relax, things were much tighter than he'd expected and all he could really do was curl up into a ball. Every time he tried to get comfortable the walls of the stomach would groan and squeeze him, making things even tighter. He was sitting in a hot pool of acid that which would make loud squelching sounds whenever he tried to move.

"Hey, this isn't quite as nice as what I expected, do you think you could let me out?" He asked, his body starting to sweat and break out in a rash from the rising heat. "Yeah about that" the predator said, "I was never gonna let you out, you're stuck in there buddy!" "What?" Johnny yelled, panicking. "You said you'd let me go if I didn't like it, it's hot and I can't move now let me out right now!"

"It's not happening. Did you really think preds just let people out? How thick could you be?" He said, laughing at how stupidly innocent the man in his stomach was. "You're just a meal now, there's now escape, so if you don't quit complaining I'll just turn the bubbles up and drown you out." "Fuck you! You tricked me!" Johnny screamed, angry at himself that he'd been fooled into being eaten. "That's right, and there's nothing you can do about it!" His captor said, laughing. "Now, be a good piece of food and- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP - Digest" he laughed, burping out just enough air to keep Johnny alive while he was broken down.

Inside the temperature continued to rise, the hot water of the jacuzzi outside paired with the stomach acid inside made Johnny's experience very unpleasant. He was stuck there, unable to move in the tight chamber, sweating and panting as the stomach threw acid on his body, breaking him down as he marinated in digestive juices. He tried to move but the slippery walls of the stomach just hugged him and he simply slipped off them, causing him to be thrown about in the puddle of acid he was now swimming in.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

“Mate, don’t you think it’s a little too cold for you to be out here?” A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. “Would be hell of a lot nicer in here, don’t you think?”

This was all you could remember before your world got dark. And warm. Pleasantly warm, even, but the deeper you went, the hotter and humid-er it got. Not to mention, the more of you that went in the compactor it got, and his belly certainly didn’t leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!” The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal he’d made of you. If you had to tell the truth, your first few minutes inside of him were blissful. You were shivering, cold to the bone, and his stomach was still adjusting to your mass. However, long after those minutes passed, it became unbearably hot.

The longer you stewed in there, the more that hotness turned to burning. You skin began to stung, and you realized his stomach acids were starting to seep into your fragile skin. You weren’t sure what to make of this, but you couldn’t even kick or punch to retort. His stomach had a tight grip on you, and your voice was muffled beyond belief, although it could still be slightly heard, just unintelligble.

“Don’t know what you’re saying there buddy, but no one’s that come in had ever complained, so I assume you’re enjoying it in there!” The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.

Your roommate was always teasing you with his ass. You always told him that you wanted to eat it so badly. He let you bury your face in his rear and smell his man musk, and you start going to town, fitting you were eating his ass, you are in the kitchen after all.

However, you seemed to think that you were the one doing the eating, but it was the contrary. Without warning, your roommate's hungry ass swallowed you up, and let a gassy fart to declare victory, almost like a burp. "Sorry, bro, I know you were hungry, but my ass was more hungry. At least you get to still like with me, or well one my ass as fat.

Jake and his boyfriend walked up to the mirror and smiled. Olson posed, trying to hide how much Jake’s massive gut was turning him on, while Jake grabbed his phone:

“Group photo! Say cheese!”

Jake thought he felt Max kick from inside of him… when in reality, it was really what was left of Max’s half digested form sloshing and churning around inside. Both Jake and Olson looked at each other with concern. Olson placed his hand on Jake’s lower belly, feeling the movement going on inside:

“You think he’s still alive in there?”

“He shouldn’t be, don’t you remember? My stomach was like, four times as big, and I felt something snap when we were at the smith machine.”

The two men continued watching Jake’s belly grind up what’s left of their former friend…

“How about we go home and I ‘help’ you digest Max some more!?”