GayRatGuy

A short vore story about the relatable task of trying to figure out what to have for dinner. I wrote it to pair with this drawing I made of @collinbulker!

“What do you want to eat for dinner?”

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

“I want a decision.”

“I don’t care, let’s just make whatever you want.”

“Okay, pasta?”

“We had pasta yesterday.”

“Yeah, let’s eat the leftovers.”

“I don’t feel like pasta.”

“What do you feel like, then?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, do you want take out then?”

“We need to save money.”

“Okay, let’s just make some salad.”

“Salad’s so light though.”

“Not if we add to it.”

“I don’t know what we could add.”

“I don’t care what you add, I’m just hungry.”

“I don’t want salad.”

“Okay, then let’s make quesadillas.”

“The cheese is old.”

“Cheese is always old.”

“We don’t have sour cream.”

“You don’t like sour cream.”

“Yeah, but you do.”

“I don’t care if we have sour cream, I just want to eat something.

“I don’t know what to eat.”

“If you don’t make a decision, I am literally going to eat you.”

“Maybe we should get takeout.”

“You said you didn’t want to get take out.”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s it, I’m eating the pasta.”

“I don’t want pasta.”

“Then don’t eat pasta.”

“But we should make food together.”

“Okay, then what do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know.”

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“Get up and take off your clothes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“I thought you were hungry. You want to do stuff now?”

“Just get up.”

“Okay, fine.”

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“Hey, where did you get that sour cream? Hey! That’s so cold. Why are you putting sour cream all over me?”

“I told you, if you didn’t make a decision I would just eat you for dinner.”

“Haha, very funny. But we could make quesadillas now, you found some sour cream.”

“The cheese is old though.”

“But I thought you were hungry.”

“I am. Now, shut up and get in my stomach.”

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“Urrrrrrp.”

“How did you do that? Wow, it’s so cramped in here.”

“You tasted better than I expected.”

“I thought you said you were starving. There’s not much room in here for food to fit.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re the food and you're filling the space.”

“Oh.”

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“Wait, does this mean you’re going to digest me.”

“You are dinner, so I would assume so.”

“We still need to decide what I’m gonna have for dinner.”

“You don’t get dinner, you are dinner.”

“You got dinner; me. But I didn’t eat anything. So you have to make a decision and swallow it so I can eat it.”

“I thought you said there wasn’t much more room in my gut.”

“I don’t care, I’m hungry.”

“I’m already gonna have to burn off the love handles you’re gonna pack onto me, I don’t think I should eat for the rest of the night.”

“That’s true, you’ll probably get your heartburn. Don’t forget your heartburn medication.”

“I won’t.”

“Go make me a cheese and onion omelet.”

“What?”

“C’mon, I’m hungry.”

“No, you’re weighing me down, my feet will get tired standing over the stove.”

“Okay, then swallow down some toast for me.”

“It’ll be all scratchy.”

“Then what can you swallow for me to eat?”

“I don’t know. I just ate the biggest meal of my life, give me a break.”

“If you don’t make a decision on what to eat for me, I will kick you in the diaphragm.”

“You wouldn’t - “

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“Okay fine, I’ll make you an omelet.”

“Hurry, the stomach acid is already tingling my skin.”

“Yeah, no dip. I told you I was hungry.”

“You should have made a decision on what to eat earlier.”

“Don’t you start with me, man. You’re the one getting digested for his indecision.”

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“It’s pretty hot in here.”

“It’s a human stomach, what do you expect?”

“Nothing really, I never thought about it.”

“That seems to be a pattern with you.”

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“Hey, I think about things.”

“Well, all you gotta think about now is omelet and then fade away into my belly.”

“Sounds good. I like that I won’t have to make decisions after getting digested.”

I think he knew something was up when I started feeding him more often and even had the audacity to rub his gut after he had a big meal one night.

After that, he himself started to be more bold as he started walking around my place shirtless. He would always eat big and yet complain how he was ‘never full’.

Finally on one night, I heard my uncle rummaging throughout my kitchen.

I rolled out of bed to see what he was up to when I saw him swallowing up what was left out of my fridge. I knew he wasn’t even chewing as I watched his food slide down his throat and into his large belly.

My uncle must of noticed me peeking on him as he finished off a large tub of ice cream as it dropped to the floor.

“Like what you see? I’m still hungry…” I heard him say. As he rubbed his belly in deep circles.

I stepped out from the hallway and stood across from him, acting like I was surprised.

“Uncle Matt, I’ve watched you eat so much food since you’ve been here, but you’re never really full. I have no idea what I can feed you.”

The air was as thick as my uncle. I knew what he was going to say as he walked over to me and smudged his gut against me as my hands instinctively ran across it.

“I knew you’d like that, but I think I see someone who will fill me up. Please my nephew, will you let me eat you? I have plenty room for you and we’ll be closer together than ever before.”

Who could deny such a request as I looked deep into his eyes. I knew he could do as he said as he opened his mouth far and wide for emphasis.

“Uncle, I have been waiting for this moment, eat me. I can’t wait to see how much bigger you get when you’re done with me.”

He closed his mouth and grinned as he suddenly grabbed me from both sides and opened wide as he pushed me into his mouth.

I felt the warm waves and thick tongue slide over me as I did nothing to struggle as my body. I was so happy to be eaten by him.

As I traveled further down his throat, I could only hope I was as delicious as he implied during the time he stayed here.

I watched him plenty of times as he walked around my place. He’d play with his gut in front of me. I’d always overhear how hungry he was.

This was it though, this was for real. My uncle was swallowing me whole.

All that thinking and I had blissfully become unaware of my surroundings as he finished stuffing my feet into his mouth.

I was soon pushed all the way into his gut, completely sealed inside his tank. At first, I tried to push around, not to escape, but to tease him for not struggling during my descent.

He responded by rubbing his large hands over me and I moaned in bliss as we both knew my role in the food chain.

I’d always been enamoured by my friend’s massive belly, amazed by the amount of food he could stuff inside him before finally being satisfied. Which is why it should have been less of a surprise when he admitted to being a predator, capable of swallowing men whole and having done just that on many occasions when he got too hungry. He promised he’d never do that to one of his close friends, but I was already fantasising about what it must feel like to slowly sink into his stomach, getting immensely turned on every time I watched him eat after that confession.

A few weeks later, he crashed at my place after a night out, passing out on my sofa as soon as he walked through the door. Watching him lie there with his gorgeously smooth belly on show and his snoring mouth wide open, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. I desperately had to know what it was like to be consumed by him, and with him being asleep I figured I could easily pull myself out once I’d gotten enough enjoyment out of it.

I ran my fingers over his moist, squishy tongue and pushed my hands into his throat, feeling it wrap tightly around my wrists as I went deeper. His body reacted instinctively to something entering his mouth, making him drool all over my arms as I slid them inside him. Even without him being awake and purposely swallowing me, the way my arms were being clamped together by the natural resistance of his throat muscles made me feel restrained. Like I was his unwilling prey, unable to escape his hunger.

I could have stopped there, but the feeling of his hot breath against my face as it reached the entrance to his gaping cavern of a mouth lured me further in. I readjusted my position to straddle his giant gut, pushing my feet against the sofa to force my head down his gullet. Now in addition to the feeling of his insides slowly engulfing my body, I could hear the low-pitched rumbling of his stomach beckoning me to go deeper.

“Just a little further,” I thought to myself, carefully wriggling around gently enough not to wake my friend as my torso was encased in his warm, slimy throat. The sensation against my skin felt incredible, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of my rock hard member sliding past his lips. The pleasure brought by grinding against his tongue distracted me from the stench of the bubbling liquid that half my body had sank into, leaving me blissfully unaware of the danger I had gotten myself into by taking this so far.

After finally having an orgasm from the thought of being half devoured by my fat friend, I tried to shuffle around and find something to hook my feet onto to start pulling out. But given how wet all the drool had made my hips, my movements caused them to slip further down his throat until my legs were left dangling helplessly in the air. I had no choice but to allow gravity to do its work in bringing my legs and feet to join the rest of me.

Fully curled up within his tank, I started to panic and struggle with much more energy, trying my best to wake him up. No amount of squirming and pounding against the thick walls of his stomach seemed to work, his continued snoring rumbling through his entire body. I could feel myself growing weaker, the hot stomach acid causing my skin to tingle more and more intensely as I gradually drifted off.

Ive reported and blocked 3 today, I want to make something some clear here, maga / right wingers fuck off. Do not follow me do not engage with me or dm me.

Sexualising masculinity is one thing, its fine, its healthy, sexualising actual nazis and nazi linked behaviour is another,

> oh but its just a fetish

> oh but its just role play

> i just think the aesthetics are hot

> i just have a slave / humiliation kink

> Im gay but im not part of the lgbt community

Let me be clear, these are people who actively want queer people DEAD, this includes you maga dick chasing fags. These men that you idealise literally joke about torturing people like you behind closed doors, fuck not even behind closed doors. If you think that being masc, a gym bro and a more traditional man is gonna shield you from their judgement it wont, if they gained power tomorrow theyd bring back the gay panic law and would shoot you dead without a thought.

Queer people (not just gay men ALL QUEER PEOPLE) have had to fight for their rights, they have literally died at the hands of men like theses so you can be open about who you are. I dont know if its that a lot of younger gay men in america have gotten the luxary of the world set up for them by queer elders that makes them act like this, but as a guy who comes from a country where gay marriage wasnt legal when i was a teenager and queer people had a lot of issues when living together and I marched for my rights, I was part of the campaigns...

YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING EMBARRASSED TO SAY YOU FIND ANYTHING MAGA IS HOT.

Maga gays think only white men should have rights (<- actual words of a reported post)

Well ill one up em and say I think nazi cunts should be fucking scared to go outside!!

See how he’s taking his pred’s cock deep into his throat? And how his eyes are so fixed on his pred’s abs? He knows that in a matter of minutes, he’ll be curled up in that stomach, soaking wet, shooting out his third load of thick cum. He’s accepted that this is his last moment outside that gut, and he’s figured out that the best thing he can do now is to make sure he’ll be the best thing to ever get fucked and swallowed alive by that man.

Josh’s behavior alone is so fucking hot, but he’s also got the kind of fit body that any pred would kill to feel on their tongue as they gulp.

I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.

I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.

The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.

The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.

🥵🤤 Jeeeezzzzz, I need a man in a mask 🎭

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The pool party was a hit-- the backyard was packed with men of various ages and sizes, loud conversations, and good music. Everyone was having a good time.

A younger man, Matt, walked over to the drink table to help himself to another beer. He had to wait, though, since another man clearly had the same idea.

"Oh, hey, Ian!"

Ian turned to face Matt, and the two exchanged greetings.

Matt leaned against the table. "How long have you been here, man? I didn't know you went to these things."

Ian sighed, taking his place next to Matt. "I don't, usually. Just wanted to get out and do something different." He cracked open his beer and took a sip.

A long stretch of silence passed. The two weren't very close friends, and neither was a gifted conversationalist. They sat in the awkwardness, watching the party go on around them as they sipped their drinks.

The first one to break the silence was Ian. "Hey, you might wanna watch out for that guy. Looks like he's on the prowl."

Matt looked around. "Huh? Who?"

"Big guy in the red. He's lookin' for a meal, for sure." Ian did his best to point without being obvious.

Right at the pool's edge stood a man. Clad in lifeguard-red shorts, the big man looked like he was inspecting the pool, or the people in it. The man seemed pretty ordinary, but one thing did catch Matt's attention--his belly.

The man's gut wasn't huge, but he carried it with a confidence that Matt never really saw in bigger guys. The man almost looked powerful, confident and certain of something Matt couldn't understand.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Dude, no way. Doesn't that only happen in movies and weird pornos?"

A serious expression took place on Ian's face, to Matt's surprise. "Nah. It's as real as the sky is blue." He took another sip of his beer, staring ahead.

"Well, I'll believe it when I see it." Matt sighed, picking up his drink. "Hey, I'm gonna go find my friend. Talk to you later." Leaving no time for a response, he exited the conversation.

He did his best to enjoy the party, but just couldn't stop thinking about what Ian said. Vore is real? No, it's just a fucked fetish. Like furries and all that.

He was between conversations when a sudden slap on his shoulder caught his attention.

He turned to face Ian once again, but his friend's serious expression was gone, replaced with a sly smirk.

"Looks like I was right. Check it out." He hooked a thumb behind him, toward the pool.

The man from before was submerged in the water up to his belly button. His head was pointed straight up, and Matt was shocked to see a pair of feet poking out of the man's mouth. His neck was bulged out hugely, as well, like nothing Matt had ever seen.

He was frozen, entranced. All the guy could do was mumble a quiet, "What the fuck?" and continue to watch.

Slowly, the man pushed the feet into his mouth, out of either laziness or savoring his meal. Matt watched, jaw hanging open, as he swallowed, and the bulged-out neck quickly returned to a normal size.

The man's belly looked at least twice as large as it had before, and it had a bulged out shape that was, unquestionably, a person. It even shifted a little bit, as the person inside must have been trying to move around. All Matt could do was blink.

The big man patted his belly and leaned against the ledge of the pool. If Matt couldn't see the huge gut the man had, he'd probably think nothing had happened.

"...What the fuck just happened?"

"You were proven wrong, that's what happened." Ian shrugged. "Hey, maybe we can ask him if he's an actor."

Matt gave Ian a deadpan look. "Funny. But seriously, did that guy really just eat someone? And no one here cares?"

"Dude, vore is much more normal than you think it is. Especially at parties like these."

Matt sighed and looked away. "Shit."

"Yea, it's pretty shocking. That's just how life is, though."

Ian went on, talking about his first time seeing a guy get eaten. Matt was distracted, though, his gaze darting back to the predator lounging in the pool. There was just something about how casual and calm the man was that interested Matt, and he couldn't keep away.

As a lull fell in the pair's conversation, Matt glanced to the stranger in the pool again.

The big man had stepped out of the pool at some point, now using a towel to dry off his 3XL-sized body. He noticed the man giving his belly extra attention with the towel, rubbing it over and over when it was definitely already dry. Then, the man put his towel down and disappeared into the house.

"Hey...I gotta go piss. I'm gonna run inside."

Ian glanced back at the pool, then turned back to Matt. "Really?"

"Dude, stop. It's not like that. I gotta piss."

Ian raised up his hands in defense. "Ok. I didn't say anything, dude. Have fun."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Ok. Talk to you later." And with that, he rushed off, following the same path as the man before to enter into the house.

Ian leaned up against the wall and sighed. He took a sip of his beer and laughed quietly to himself.