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

I finally had enough of that cocky football asshole last night. He had been terrorizing our water polo team for weeks, swallowing a few of the guys and proudly shitting them out right in our pool like it was some kind of joke. At the frat party, we were both hammered after way too many rounds of beer pong. He was talking his usual shit, flexing and calling us pool boys, when I just grabbed his head and forced it down my throat.

The swallow was awkward as hell with all the beer in us. He was drunk and sloppy, half-fighting and half-laughing, slurring a muffled voice in my throat, something like “what the fuck, freshman, you can’t handle this” while I struggled to get his wide shoulders down. The boys around the table were cheering and yelling, “Go for it, bro,” and “Dump that fucker.” Took forever, but I finally forced all 300 pounds of him down. My gut ballooned out huge, practically dwarfing me. I passed out right there next to the beer pong table.

My best friend shook me awake late this morning. He was rocking his own fat, bloated gut. The second I sat up, a massive booming fart ripped out of my cheeks, vibrating the floor for at least a minute. “Fuck, bro... he’s coming out right now,” I groaned. My friend laughed and said, “Same here, man, I got one of the lacrosse guys last night!" The house is absolutely destroyed, there are shit piles everywhere, packed with skulls and whole skeletons, truly a "shitty" afterparty.

He helped me up, and we stumbled to the bathroom. I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet while he squatted over the edge of the bathtub. We both started pushing hard at the same time. Long wet farts filled the room as thick heavy logs started sliding out, stretching our holes wide. I was grunting loudly while the football player’s remains crackled and dropped into the bowl. “God damn, he’s thick...” I moaned. My bro was struggling next to me, pushing out his lacrosse guy into the tub. We were both rock hard, unknowingly jerking ourselves off while we kept shitting. The smells, the sounds, the feeling, watching each other push out these massive logs had us grinning like idiots the whole time.

I came first, shooting hard while that football fucks skull finally stretched me to the max and dropped into the overflowing toilet with a heavy thud. My bro finished right after, moaning loud as he filled half the bathtub.

Once we were both empty, I looked over at the disaster in the bowl, the football player’s skull sitting right on top of the pile like a trophy. I grinned at my friend and said, “Bro, take a pic of this for me. Gotta remember my first college meal.” He laughed and snapped this shot of me while I smiled hard, and I threw up the double thumbs.

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.