All I need is an open for business sign and the meals come to me! Just today I had three twinks for a snack while taking a walk in the park. The first one came up shyly and asked what I meant by “feed” as he rubbed his new home. I explained by example, gulping him down in a few seconds, putting him on the path to belly fat. The next guy thought I was a grindr hook up and we hooked up in the bushes, fucking until my hunger grew stronger than my horniness and I couldn’t wait any longer. I had him in my mouth before he knew it, excited to taste his cum on the way down my throat. The weight of two guys on my waist, squirming around each other gave me a strong orgasm, spurting ropes of jizz over the ground. I leaned against a tree, spent from eating and sex, until a jogger came upon me. He smelled sweaty and looked young, the perfect combination. He walked up to check on me and I grabbed him, ripping his clothes off as I crammed his head in my mouth. His sweat was like a tasty lubricant and I sent him down my throat like a long string of sausages, despositing him with the rest and finishing my breakfast of twinks. There’s nothing like having a full gut of guys, but twinks digest quickly and I was getting hungry again. Maybe a few truckers from the bear bar would fill me up, or at least make a good lunch until the buffets let out and the chubs were on the menu! Being a Pred is the only way to eat and its all about blowing this gut up with as much food as possible, even if that meant supplementing twinks until the big guys find themselves on my plate
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