CrimsonWalker

Yeah, I am a fan of gas in vore. Belches are my absolute favorite; ones with thick, wet, rumbling burps that carry the heavy stench of stomach acid and half-digested prey. I love when the pred leans in close and lets one rip right in your face as a nasty tease: “Mmm, hear that? That’s exactly what you’re gonna be soon.”

Farts are hot too, especially the long, warm, hissing ones that escape while their belly’s working hard. The pred just smirks, doesn’t even try to hold it, and says something like “Keep struggling… you’re gonna come out as one of those.”

Jake stood shirtless in the middle of their apartment, the cool air brushing against his bare skin as he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands slowly roamed over the massive, heavy swell of his gut — round, taut, and bulging obscenely outward. The once-flat stomach was now a thick, hanging dome of stretched flesh, sagging heavily over the waistband of his black sweatpants. Beneath the soft layer of pudge, he could feel every faint shift and squirm of his former roommate trapped deep inside.

“Fuuuuck, Ethan…” Jake groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. Both palms pressed firmly into the warm, gurgling mass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he kneaded it possessively. A loud, wet glorp echoed from within, followed by a desperate push from inside that made the surface of his belly visibly bulge outward for a moment before it was squeezed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

It had been hours since their last fight escalated. Ethan had been bitching nonstop about rent, about Jake’s messy habits, about how he was “sick of carrying his lazy ass.” Jake finally had enough. In one swift motion he’d grabbed his roommate, pinned him to the couch, and shoved his head straight into his drooling maw. The swallow was brutal and hungry — wet, messy gulps stretching his throat wide as Ethan kicked and thrashed wildly. Jake’s tongue savored the salty taste of his roommate’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then those toned abs… all the way down until Ethan’s hips slid past his lips. One final, powerful gulp sent the bulge traveling down his chest and settling heavily into his stomach with a satisfying slosh.

Now Ethan was nothing but meat. A thick, squirming gut-filler.

Jake’s cock was rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his sweatpants, the red waistband of his underwear peeking out as his heavy belly rested on top of it. He bit his lip and gave his swollen middle a slow, sensual rub, feeling every contour of Ethan’s curled-up body pressing against his stomach walls.

“You’re so fucking heavy, bro,” Jake murmured, voice husky. “I can feel you… all curled up tight in my gut, getting churned up. That desperate little squirming is making me so goddamn horny.” He reached down with one hand and lazily stroked the thick outline of his erection through the fabric, while the other continued massaging his massive belly. “Every time you push out like that, it squeezes right against my prostate. Shit… keep struggling. I want to feel you melt.”

He slapped the side of his gut firmly, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. The cross necklace dangling between his pecs bounced with the motion. Jake let out a low, satisfied moan as another wave of gurgles rippled through his stomach, the acids already working overtime on his roommate.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan. Now you’re just a thick load of roommate slop turning into my gut fat.” Jake smirked at his reflection, turning slightly to admire how low and heavy his belly hung, the navel stretched wide. “By morning this is all gonna soften up… gonna have a nice, jiggly beer belly hanging over my waistband. Maybe I’ll wear your clothes while I digest the rest of you. Let everyone think you just moved out.”

He pressed both hands deep into the sides of his stuffed gut and squeezed, feeling Ethan compress tighter inside. His cock throbbed hard, leaking precum into his underwear as the pleasurable pressure made his knees weak.

“Mmm… get comfortable in there, roomie. My stomach’s not letting you out until you’re nothing but nutrients and a fat fucking load in my balls.” Jake gave his belly one last loving, possessive pat, then slowly rubbed circles over the warm, churning dome.

“Sweet dreams, Ethan. You belong to me now.”

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A day later, Jake was sprawled on the couch, his now softer, rounder gut resting heavily in his lap as he lazily stroked it. The gurgling had mostly settled into deep, wet churning. He smirked and gave the sagging paunch a firm pat.

The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.

He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.

“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”

That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.

The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”

Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.

“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.

Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.

Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.

“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”

For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.

But then the indigestion hit.

Hard.

A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.

“Urrrp— oh shit…”

His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.

Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.

“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”

His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.

“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”

He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.

The sun was beating down on the backyard as Jake stood bent over, jeans and underwear pulled down around his thighs, ass pushed out. Sweat glistened on his muscular back while he grunted, knees slightly bent over the shallow hole he’d dug earlier.

It had started yesterday afternoon.

His annoying neighbor, Kyle — that nosy, scrawny little shit who always complained about Jake’s music and parties — had finally pushed him too far. When Kyle came over yelling about “noise pollution” again, Jake had snapped. He grabbed the smaller man by the collar, dragged him inside, and swallowed him alive right there in the living room.

Kyle had put up a decent fight for his size. He’d kicked, squirmed, and cursed the entire way down, but that only made the swallows more satisfying. Jake still remembered the way Kyle’s head had bulged out his throat, followed by the heavy, sloshing drop as the rest of him landed in his stomach. By the time Jake’s belly was round and full, Kyle was just a writhing, shouting lump.

Jake had spent the rest of the day relaxing, rubbing his gut, feeling Kyle slowly break down. The digestion had been loud and aggressive. Hours of deep gurgles, churns, and occasional desperate struggles as his powerful stomach turned the loudmouth neighbor into thick sludge.

Now, the next morning, it was time to let what remained of Kyle out.

“Fuck… here it comes,” Jake grunted, spreading his legs a little wider.

He pushed hard. A long, wet fart ripped out first, followed by the heavy plop… plop… splat of the first thick logs hitting the dirt. Jake’s face tightened with effort and relief as he kept pushing. What used to be Kyle — now just dark, smooth waste mixed with scraps of clothing and a couple of small, unrecognizable bone fragments — slid out of him in heavy coils.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Kyle,” Jake muttered with a smirk, breathing heavily. “All that bitching… and now you’re just shit in my backyard.”

Another firm push sent a thicker log tumbling down, followed by a wet splat. Jake reached back and spread one cheek, feeling the last of his former neighbor slide out. His stomach had shrunk significantly overnight, but he still had a nice, soft paunch left — the perfect reminder of the extra protein he’d packed away.

Once he was finished, Jake straightened up, pulled his jeans back over his hips, and looked down into the hole with a satisfied expression. What remained of Kyle was now just a steaming pile of waste baking in the morning sun.

Jake grabbed the shovel leaning against the tree, casually scooped some dirt over the mess, and patted it down.

“Should’ve been a better neighbor, dude,” he chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. “At least you made good fertilizer.”

Ethan sat shirtless in his gaming chair, the soft glow of his laptop screen lighting up his toned chest and the slight curve of his belly. He was supposed to be studying for finals, but his focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.

His roommate, Liam, had made the mistake of coming into his room complaining about how loud Ethan’s music was while he was “trying to focus.”

Now Liam was halfway down Ethan’s throat.

GLUUURK.

Ethan’s eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as he swallowed again, one hand casually resting on his swelling stomach while the other scrolled through his notes. Liam’s head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethan’s neck that smoothly traveled downward.

“Mmmph—!?” Liam’s muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethan’s chest.

“Bro, chill out,” Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. “You’re the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.”

He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liam’s torso slid deeper, stretching Ethan’s throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethan’s belly surged outward, rounding nicely as more of his roommate packed inside. The laptop rested comfortably on top of the growing gut as it expanded.

Ethan let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his swelling stomach in slow circles while Liam kicked and squirmed inside. The clear outlines of elbows and knees pushed outward against the smooth skin of his belly before being pressed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

“Fuck… you’re actually pretty filling,” Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. “Keep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.”

His stomach gurgled loudly as it worked on claiming its meal. Ethan adjusted the laptop slightly higher on his rounded gut and continued typing, occasionally pausing to rub or slap the heavy, squirming orb in his lap.

Liam’s struggles were getting weaker by the minute. The acids were rising fast, turning the once-annoying roommate into nothing more than extra padding and nutrients.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand gently cradling the underside of his full, gurgling belly. He let out a long, deep belch that echoed in the quiet room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.”

He glanced down at his noticeably larger stomach with a satisfied smirk, gave it one last affectionate rub, and went back to studying like nothing had happened.

By the time he finished his assignment, Liam would be long gone — just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethan’s physique and some extra gas he’d have to deal with later.

I’m pretty specific with the preds I like. For me, it’s almost always fit jock / athletic types — think like muscular college guys, frat bros, gym rats, that whole vibe. The kind of dude who’s already in good shape and is constantly chasing gains.

What really does it for me is when the pred is either indifferent or arrogantly casual about voring me. I love the idea that he sees me as nothing more than food or extra protein. It could be fully intentional, or even a “whoops, you’re going down anyway” situation, either works. The key is that he’s not overly dramatic or sadistic about it. He’s just… hungry, and I happen to be there.

I especially like when he’s careless with it. Like he swallows me, rubs his belly for a second, then immediately goes back to whatever he was doing — lifting, playing video games, studying, going out with friends, whatever. He barely even acknowledges that he just ate a whole person. Maybe he teases me a little while I’m inside, but mostly he’s just treating me like a normal meal.

Ryan and Tyler knelt side by side on the couch, backs arched, two muscular asses pushed out invitingly in the warm afternoon light. Ryan’s tiny striped thong disappeared between his firm cheeks, while Tyler’s colorful one was completely lost in the deep cleft of his thicker, meatier ass.

They both looked back with cocky grins.

“Time to choose, dude,” Ryan said, deliberately flexing so his hole twitched.

Tyler grinned wider and gave his heavy ass a firm slap, making the flesh ripple. “Pick already. You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks.”

After a long, nervous pause, he stepped behind Tyler.

Tyler’s smirk widened. “Good choice.”

The moment their friend pressed his face between those sweaty, warm cheeks, the thick, musky scent of Tyler’s ass filled his nose. Tyler flexed hard. His slick, incredibly hot hole stretched open with a wet, obscene schlorrrrp and swallowed the guy’s head in one powerful motion.

The heat was immediate and overwhelming — like sliding into a tight, velvet furnace. The rippling walls squeezed and pulsed around his head, slick with sweat and natural lube, dragging him deeper with every greedy contraction.

“Fuuuuck,” Tyler groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure as he pushed back. The wet, filthy sounds of his ass devouring someone echoed through the room.

Ryan watched with a smirk, slowly stroking himself. “Shit, listen to those sounds… he’s really going down.”

Tyler’s powerful glutes flexed again and again, the heavy muscle rippling as more of his prey slid inside. The tight ring stretched over shoulders, then chest, the intense pressure and slippery heat making every inch feel overwhelming. Their friend’s muffled struggles only made Tyler moan louder.

With a wet GLRRRP, the guy’s hips slipped inside. Tyler reached back, grabbed his kicking legs, and shoved them in. One final, long shllluuuuurp and his hole sealed tight.

Tyler’s stomach ballooned outward heavily, now visibly full and round. He let out a long, satisfied groan as he rubbed the big, squirming bulge, feeling every desperate push and kick against his insides.

“God damn… he feels so fucking good in there,” Tyler panted, sweat glistening on his back. The heavy gut gurgled loudly as it settled around its new occupant.

Ryan leaned over and pressed a hand into the moving belly, feeling the clear outlines. “Lucky fucker. He’s really squirming for you.”

Inside, their friend was surrounded by crushing heat, constant wet squeezing, and the thick, rhythmic pulsing of Tyler’s guts. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with Tyler’s scent as the muscular walls kneaded him relentlessly.

I sat on the top wooden bench in the private sauna, sweat dripping down my muscular back as I held my phone up, filming my reflection in the mirror. The blue cap was still backwards on my head, and the intense heat had my whole body shining. The camera light was on — I was live.

“Yo, what’s up guys,” I said with a cocky smirk, flexing my back a little for the viewers. “Sauna recovery stream is popping off tonight. Y’all kept begging for something crazy… so I brought a special guest.”

Behind me, the nervous but eager fan who’d paid for private access was kneeling on the lower bench. He thought he was just gonna watch me sweat and maybe get a close-up or two.

He was wrong.

I glanced back at him, then turned to the camera again. “Say hi to tonight’s meal, chat.”

Before he could react, I leaned forward, reached back with both hands, and spread my thick, sweaty cheeks wide. My hole was already slick from the heat. I pressed my ass right against his face and flexed hard.

SCHLRRRRP.

His head slipped inside me with almost no resistance. The rush of tight, burning heat around him made me groan loudly, deep and satisfied. I kept the phone steady, still recording everything as I slowly pushed back, working his shoulders past my greedy ring.

“Fuuuuck… feel that, boys?” I panted, voice husky. “He’s going in live on stream.”

I rocked my hips deliberately, feeding more of him inside. His muffled screams vibrated nicely through my guts as my powerful ass swallowed his chest, then his waist. The stretch felt incredible. Every squirm, every panicked push of his hands against my cheeks only made me harder and more turned on.

I reached back, grabbed his hips, and shoved firmly.

GLRRRP—SHLLLUUUP.

His legs kicked wildly for a few seconds before I flexed one last time and sucked them completely inside. My hole closed tight, and my stomach ballooned outward instantly — heavy, round, and obviously full. The clear shape of his curled-up body pressed against the inside of my gut.

I leaned back against the sauna wall, breathing hard, and turned the camera toward my swollen belly. I rubbed it slowly, showing off every detail to the live audience.

“Look at that…” I chuckled, giving my stuffed gut a firm slap that made it wobble. “He went from fan to full belly in under two minutes. Chat is going crazy right now.”

I relaxed on the bench, sweat still rolling down my back and shoulders, gently massaging the heavy, squirming bulge in my stomach while the sauna stayed nice and hot.

“He’s safe in there… for now,” I told the camera with a wicked grin. “But I’m keeping him packed away until this stream ends. Might let him out later… or maybe I’ll just carry him home like this.”

I gave my gut another possessive rub as it gurgled loudly around its new occupant.

“Best tip I’ve ever gotten. Thanks for the content, bro.”

The live chat was exploding as I sat there, shirtless, sweaty, cap still on, proudly showing off my full belly to thousands of viewers.

I stepped out of the parking lot shadows with my shirt off, the cool night air hitting my skin as I adjusted my jeans lower on my hips. My belly was huge — round, heavy, and still shifting with the occasional weak squirm. A smug grin spread across my face as I rested one hand on the taut curve of my gut.

Should’ve known better than to fuck with me, Ethan.

This wasn’t some random hookup or stupid dare. Ethan was from Delta Kappa — the rival frat that had been trying to sabotage our victory party all night. I caught him out here in the dark trying to key my car and slash tires as “revenge” for us beating them in the charity football game earlier.

Big mistake.

Instead of beating his ass or calling campus police, I decided on something more… permanent.

I’d shoved him against the side of my car, pinned his arms, and opened my mouth right there under the dim parking lot lights. The look on his face when my jaws unhinged and stretched over his head was priceless. He barely had time to scream before I gulped him down in heavy, greedy swallows — right between two parked cars like it was nothing.

Now here I am, walking casually through the lot like I’m just another shirtless college guy heading back to the frat house. Except my belly is massively swollen with a full-grown rival frat brother.

I gave my heavy gut a firm pat, feeling him twitch inside.

“Still alive in there?” I muttered under my breath, smirking. “You thought you were so clever trying to mess with our cars. Now you’re just extra protein for the guy who actually won tonight.”

My stomach let out a deep, wet gluuuurp as I kept walking between the rows of cars. I could feel Ethan pushing weakly against the walls, but he was already running out of energy. The acids were rising, and the gurgles were getting louder.

I stopped under a streetlight for a second, lifting my belly with both hands and admiring how round and full it looked. A clear elbow print pushed out for a moment before slowly sinking back in.

“Keep fighting if you want,” I said quietly, voice low and cocky. “It just makes you digest faster. By the time I get back to the house, you’ll already be softening up. You’ll just be another layer on my abs and whatever I end up flushing.”

I gave my gut one last possessive rub, feeling it slosh heavily as I continued walking toward my car.

This was way better than calling the cops. No paperwork. No drama. Just me turning a rival into belly fat after a long night of celebrating.

I smirked to myself as another loud gurgle rolled through my stomach.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, lifting my white t-shirt up to my chest with one hand while the other rubbed slow circles over my massive, swollen gut. The heavy, round belly hung out heavily over my waistband, gurgling and churning loudly.

I smirked down at the clear bulge you were making.

“Look at you in there,” I said, voice low and amused, gently patting the side of my stretched stomach. “You really filled me up, didn’t you? I can still feel you squirming around… getting weaker by the minute.”

I gave my belly a firm slap, making it wobble and slosh. A deep gluuuurp echoed from inside as I felt you shift uncomfortably.

“Remember how cocky you were earlier? Talking all that shit, thinking you were bigger than me?” I chuckled, rubbing the spot where your face was pressing out. “Now you’re just meat in my gut. My big, heavy, digesting gut.”

I leaned back against the counter, letting my bloated belly stick out proudly as I kept talking to you.

“Feels fucking good, you know that? Every little kick and push… it’s like you’re massaging me from the inside. But we both know how this ends. You’re not coming out as a person. You’re coming out as my shit.”

My stomach let out a long, wet groooaaan, and I felt you panic and struggle harder. I just laughed softly.

“Yeah… that’s right. Keep fighting. It won’t change anything. By morning, you’ll be nothing but a thick, stinking pile I’m gonna drop in the toilet. Maybe I’ll even take a picture of what’s left of you before I flush.”

I gave my heavy belly one last affectionate rub, feeling it slowly start to round out even more as digestion kicked into high gear.

“Better settle down in there. You’re mine now. Just a nice, warm meal turning into ass fat and bathroom waste.”

I smirked at my reflection in the dark microwave door, admiring how huge and full I looked.

I really shouldn’t have walked into his streaming room.

The second the door clicked shut behind me, he turned his head slightly, those white headphones still on, and gave me a hungry smirk that made my stomach drop.

“Perfect timing,” he muttered.

Before I could even back up, he reached behind himself, spread one of those massive, round cheeks, and flexed. His hole twitched obscenely, already slick and open.

“Wait— dude, what the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted, panic surging through me.

I tried to turn and run, but he was faster. He shoved the chair back slightly and slammed his heavy ass straight into my face. The heat and weight were overwhelming. I barely had time to scream before his hole stretched wide with a disgusting wet SCHLRRRP and swallowed my head in a single powerful motion.

“NO! STOP! LET ME OUT!” I screamed, but the sound was instantly muffled inside the crushing, sweltering tunnel of his ass. The walls were impossibly tight, rippling and squeezing around my skull like they were alive.

He let out a deep, satisfied groan and pushed back harder. I felt my shoulders forcibly shoved inside as his greedy ring stretched over them. I thrashed wildly, trying to pull my head back out, but every struggle only seemed to turn him on more.

“Fuck… keep fighting,” he moaned from outside, voice thick with pleasure. “Makes it feel so much better.”

I was panicking hard now. My arms flailed uselessly as he rocked his hips, working more of me inside. My chest disappeared between those heavy cheeks with a sickening GLRRK, followed by my stomach. The pressure was crushing. The heat was unbearable. Thick, slimy fluids coated my face and upper body as his guts pulled me deeper.

“PLEASE! I DON’T WANT THIS!” I begged, voice hoarse and muffled. “I’M NOT FOOD!”

He just laughed and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder. My hips popped inside with a wet squelch. My cock was dragged along unwillingly, scraping against his tight inner walls as my legs kicked desperately outside the chair.

“No no no— STOP! Someone help me!!”

But no one was coming. He was streaming with his noise-canceling headphones on. The whole time he was casually swallowing me alive, his viewers probably just thought he was sitting there playing his game like normal.

With one final, powerful flex of his glutes, my kicking legs were sucked inside. My feet slipped past his hungry hole with a final shllluuuurp, sealing me completely inside his ass.

I was curled up tight in the boiling, pulsating depths of his guts, thrashing as hard as I could in the crushing darkness. The walls squeezed and kneaded me mercilessly from every angle, pulling me even deeper into his digestive system.

I could feel him settling comfortably back into his gaming chair, his body relaxing as he went back to clicking and typing like nothing had happened.

“Mmm… fuck, you’re a feisty one,” his voice rumbled around me. “Struggle all you want. You’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load of shit I’ll flush later.”

Every small shift of his body, every laugh, every little movement in that chair made his insides crush me tighter. The acids were already starting to tingle and burn against my skin. I kept fighting, screaming, crying… but it was useless.

Trapped deep inside this cocky gamer’s fat ass, slowly digesting while he played his games and chatted with his viewers like I was nothing more than a secret, squirming meal.

I sank deeper into the armchair, the warm afternoon light pouring across my bare skin as I let out a low, satisfied chuckle. My best friend, and roommate, Alex was kneeling right between my spread legs, looking up at me with that cocky little smirk he always wore when he thought he could talk his way out of anything.

“You’ve been bragging for months that you’d make a better dick than I ever could,” I said, slowly stroking my heavy, already leaking cock. “Time to prove it, bro.”

Alex laughed nervously. “Dude, come on, I was just fucking with—”

I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face straight into my slit.

The stretch was obscene and perfect. My cock opened wide with a wet schlrrrp, swallowing his entire head in one greedy gulp. The rush of heat and pressure made my toes curl against the wooden floor.

“Fuuuuck…” I groaned, grinning wide as I felt his muffled cursing vibrate down my shaft. “You talk so much shit for someone who’s about to become my cock.”

I leaned back lazily in the chair, one arm draped over the backrest, and started feeding him in. My cock rippled and pulsed, pulling his shoulders inside with wet, rhythmic swallows. The thick bulge of his body distorted my shaft in the most satisfying way. I could see the outline of his face, his arms pinned to his sides, slowly sliding deeper as I flexed.

Every inch felt better than the last. The way his chest compressed inside me, the frantic beating of his heart against my inner walls, the way my balls were already starting to swell in anticipation… it was addictive.

When his hips finally popped past my cockhead, I reached down and casually helped stuff his ass and thighs inside, like I was pushing the last bit of dough into a sausage casing. His legs kicked wildly for a few seconds before I flexed hard and sucked them down with a long, wet shllluuuuurp.

Now came the best part.

I closed my eyes, still smiling, and focused on the transformation. “Fuck you feel so good in there, Alex. You're not just food for my cock, bud, you're a damn upgrade..."

I felt it start deep in my groin — that intense, melting pleasure. His struggles turned into full-body spasms as my body began rewriting him. I moaned loudly, gripping the arms of the chair while my cock throbbed and lengthened. I could literally feel his limbs softening, fusing, reshaping into thick, veiny cock meat. His torso condensed and stretched into the perfect shaft. His head smoothed out into a fat, sensitive cockhead, his mouth permanently sealed into my new piss slit.

The pleasure peaked so hard my vision went blurry for a second.

When it finally settled, I looked down between my legs and let out a deep, delighted laugh.

My new cock was fucking perfect.

Heavier. Longer. Thicker. A fat, veiny monster that rested against my abs and still twitched with leftover sensitivity. My balls hung fuller and tighter underneath, now permanently heavier thanks to everything that used to be my loud-mouthed best friend.

I wrapped both hands around my transformed roommate and gave him a slow, possessive stroke, moaning at how insanely good he felt.

“God damn, Alex… you actually delivered.” I grinned, giving my fat new cock a light slap so it bobbed heavily. “All that cocky talk, and you really do look better as my dick.”

I leaned back in the chair, completely relaxed, sunlight warming my skin while I slowly played with my new cock. Every stroke sent little aftershocks of pleasure through me.

From now on, Alex isn’t my roommate anymore.

He’s just my big, thick, constantly leaking cock.

My heart was hammering as I knelt in the back seat of his Jeep, completely naked, staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. He was on all fours in front of me, shirtless, wearing nothing but that backwards NY cap. His broad, muscular back glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and those two massive, round cheeks were spread just enough for me to see his tight pink hole twitching in anticipation.

He glanced back over his shoulder, smirking.

“You still want this?” he asked, voice low and cocky.

I swallowed hard and nodded eagerly. “Yeah… I want it. All of it.”

I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks — about sliding into a hot, hungry stud like him and becoming nothing but ass fat. And now here I was.

He chuckled and pushed his hips back toward me. “Then come and get it, snack.”

I leaned in, pressing my face between those thick, heavy cheeks. The musky, manly scent was overwhelming and addictive. I kissed his hole once, twice, then pushed my tongue against it. He moaned deeply and flexed. That was all the invitation I needed.

His hole suddenly opened wide with a wet, fleshy sound. I barely had time to gasp before my entire head slipped inside the scorching, velvety heat of his ass. The pressure was insane — tight, rippling walls squeezing around my skull as he pushed back harder.

“Mmmph… fuck yes,” I heard him groan from outside.

I was so turned on I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed forward willingly, feeding my shoulders into him. The stretch felt incredible as his powerful ring slid over my upper body. Every time he flexed his glutes, another few inches of me disappeared between those massive cheeks with a wet schlorp. The inside of his ass was slick, boiling hot, and constantly massaging me deeper.

I was rock hard the entire time.

Deeper and deeper I went, willingly feeding myself into this muscular stud. My chest slid in, then my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat thumping all around me as his guts pulled me further inside. When my hips reached his hole, he let out a long, satisfied moan and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder.

“Come on… all the way, dude. I want to feel you curled up in my gut.”

GLRRRP.

My cock and hips popped inside in one slick motion. My legs kicked excitedly outside for a moment as the rest of me was sucked deeper into his colon. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I was so turned on I was leaking the whole time I slid in.

Finally, my feet slipped past his greedy hole with a final, wet shllluuuurp. I was completely inside him now — curled up tight in the sweltering, pulsating tunnel of his guts. His muscular walls squeezed and kneaded me from every direction as I settled deep in his belly.

I could feel him shifting around in the back seat, sitting back with a heavy grunt. His hand rubbed slow circles over the huge, squirming bulge I was making in his stomach.

“God damn… you feel so fucking good in there,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Most guys fight it… but you? You practically begged to be my ass food.”

I smiled inside the darkness and pushed outward gently with my hands, letting him feel me moving. I was exactly where I wanted to be — turning into nothing but nutrients for this hot, muscular stud.

He started the car, the low rumble vibrating through his body and into me. Every bump in the road made his guts squeeze me tighter. I could already feel the thick slime coating my skin as his body began preparing to digest me.

As he drove off, I heard him chuckle and pat his heavy, prey-filled gut.

“Hope you’re comfortable back there… because you’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load in my toilet and some extra padding on my ass.”

I moaned softly, completely willing, completely his.

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 stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.

That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.

My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.

Fuck it. I was still hungry.

I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.

I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.

“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”

I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…

My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.

One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.

I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.

“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”

I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.

“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”

I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.

I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.

I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”

The sun was starting to dip behind the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the empty outdoor court. Most players had already gone home, but one man remained — lean, toned, and cocky as hell. With his curly light-brown hair tousled by the breeze and his black compression shirt hugging every ridge of his athletic build, he leaned casually against the tennis net, one hand gripping the white tape. His white shorts were pulled down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock, already rock-hard and throbbing in the warm evening air.

He’d been waiting for this.

From the corner of the court, the shy ball boy — a slim, twenty-year-old named Tyler — approached with a basket of tennis balls. He froze when he saw the scene in front of him: the confident stud standing there with his erection proudly on display, smirking like he owned the entire court.

“Uh… I think we’re closing up soon,” Tyler stammered, eyes wide.

The curly-haired pred didn’t reply with words. He simply crooked a finger, then grabbed Tyler by the front of his shirt and yanked him close. Before the smaller guy could protest, the stud shoved the head of his swollen cock right against Tyler’s lips.

“Open.”

The moment Tyler gasped, the thick cock pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Tyler’s mouth and then his entire head were forced inside the hot, slick confines of the predator’s urethra in one smooth, hungry motion. The curly-haired stud groaned deeply, hips bucking as powerful ripples traveled down his shaft.

Schluuuurp… glrrrk…

Tyler’s shoulders followed next, sliding in with wet, rhythmic pulses. The pred’s cock stretched obscenely around the ball boy’s upper body, the clear outline of his head and shoulders visible as a thick, writhing bulge traveling down the underside of the massive erection. Every heartbeat made the shaft throb and squeeze, pulling Tyler deeper.

“Fuck… that’s it,” the stud growled, voice low and rough. One hand gripped the net for balance while the other pressed down on the back of Tyler’s head, feeding more of him inside. “Been hard all afternoon thinking about turning some little court rat into cock meat.”

Tyler’s arms flailed helplessly as his chest disappeared between the stretched lips of the cock. The heat inside was unbearable — slick, pulsing flesh squeezing him tighter with every greedy throb. His torso slid in easier than expected, aided by the steady, powerful contractions of the predator’s shaft. By the time his hips reached the tip, the stud’s balls were already beginning to swell, hanging heavier and fuller between his toned thighs.

With a grunt and a sharp thrust of his hips, the pred forced Tyler’s waist inside. GLRRK-SCHLORP. The ball boy’s shorts and kicking legs dangled outside for only a few moments before another rolling swallow dragged them in. The thick cock flexed and pulsed visibly as it claimed the rest of its meal, the bulging shape of Tyler’s legs sliding steadily downward until even his sneakers slipped past the slick opening with a final, wet pop.

The curly-haired stud let out a long, satisfied moan as his cock finished swallowing. His balls surged outward dramatically, now massively swollen and churning, the clear imprints of a curled-up body pressing outward against the thin, sensitive skin. They sagged heavily between his legs, gurgling and sloshing as his body began breaking Tyler down.

He leaned back against the net again, breathing hard, one hand lazily stroking his still-hard cock while the other cradled his bloated, squirming sack.

“Look at you,” he murmured, smirking down at the heavy, shifting balls. “Whole fucking person turned into nothing but a load of cum and protein. That’s all you’re good for.”

Inside the sweltering, churning sac, Tyler’s struggles grew weaker by the minute. Thick, tingling fluids rose rapidly around him, breaking his body down into hot, sticky seed. The pred’s balls slowly rounded out, growing smoother and tighter as Tyler was melted away.

After ten minutes, the wild bulges had mostly settled. Only the occasional weak twitch remained. The stud gave his heavy nuts a firm slap, smiling at the thick glorp it produced.

By the time he finally pulled his shorts back up (barely managing to contain the massive, sloshing bulge), his balls had shrunk to an impressive but manageable size — still noticeably larger and fuller than before. A few thick ropes of leftover cum leaked from his cock as he adjusted himself.

He snapped a quick mirror selfie on his phone, showing off his toned body and the obvious, heavy swell in his shorts, then started walking off the court.

“Best fucking workout I’ve had in weeks,” he chuckled, feeling the last of Tyler slosh pleasantly with every step.