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

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.

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.