All About That Ex-jock Life

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I was out at the bar one night when I met this bear of a man. He approached me at the bar and bought me a drink, being pretty clear with his intentions.

He was big, strong, attentive and sweet -- all the traits I love in a man. I played coy, but I think we both knew the night was going to end in the bedroom. I didn't shy away when, after about an hour together at the bar, he invited me back to his place.

He was pretty spent after we fucked, and fell asleep within 5 minutes of laying down. I was still wide awake, so I decided to get up and explore his place.

I'll admit, I really liked the guy. I wanted to snoop a bit, see if I could vet him before I tried to get with him. I had to make sure he wasn't a serial killer, or something like that.

I was in the middle of shifting through a bureau, when I heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. I quickly shut the bureau and turned around, just in time for him to clear the stairs. I called over to him, trying my best not to sound guilty.

"Hey, you're up? Sorry, I couldn't sleep, so I've just been chilling down here."

He gave some sort of muffled response that told me he hadn't quite woken up yet. I heard his weight shift, and the floor creaked as he began to approach me.

"Do you want a drink or something? I could pour you a glass of water."

He didn't respond, and a blank, unaware look sat on his face as he continued to walk towards me. I tensed as he leaned over and clapped his hands onto my shoulders. I looked up at him, and suddenly my whole world went dark.

I did my best to struggle, but he was eating me and there wasn't much I could do about it. His strong arms kept me pinned in place, clearly experienced despite being barely awake.

Before too long I was packed away inside him, doing my best to push at the walls for any sort of grip. It was really hot inside him, like a heated blanket that was soaking wet.

The bear patted his belly a couple times, and it sounded like he was trying to calm me. I heard his muffled voice telling me not to worry, though that was all I could do.

My world bounced as I felt him lumber back up the staircase, using one hand to rub his belly. Knowing I was stuck, I began to settle into the warmth of the belly. It was more comfortable than I had expected.

The bear eased back into his bed, much more satisfied with his now full gut. Before too long, he was snoring, a hand resting on the huge belly.

On the inside, I did my best to get comfortable, and just hope that he'd let me out in the morning. I tried not to pass out, but the warm gut slowly rocked me to sleep before I even knew it.

Of course, after a couple hours, a belly does what it knows how to do -- digest.

Come morning, I was nothing but mush resting inside the bear's belly. He woke up and immediately was shocked at the lack of bulges in his middle.

"Shit. I didn't mean to melt you."

Immediately he sat up, gut sloshing as he did so. He poked and prodded at it, trying to see if there was any chance I was still alive. There was not.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Fuck!" He slammed his fist into the mattress next to him.

All the while, the belly groaned and gurgled, working overtime to turn what was left of me into more fat on his body.

Eventually he laid back and sighed, feeling defeated.

(ID: all-u-can-meat)

The Grumblr app easily matches predators and prey for quick fun and casual vore experiences. The emphasis is on quick and casual.

When Scott met up with Jeffrey, that's exactly what he expected.

What he didn't expect was Jeffrey to have a long talk about the meaning of life, his place in the universe and what happens when you die.

Jeffrey made the unfortunate faux pas of making vore a philosophical, emotional and metaphorical experience with a predator who couldn't give less of a shit.

Scott tried his best not to be irritated, but his face only screwed up more as Jeffrey continued on and on.

"Gosh, this is like that metaphor. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The smaller man trailed off. "And man to fat." He laughed.

Scott turned and strode over to the smaller man, interrupting his monologue.

"Man, I get this is important to you, but I'm hungry. I really don't give a shit about your life story."

His tone was cold, freezing Jeffrey to the spot instantly.

"Here's how it's gonna go. I'm gonna eat you. I'm gonna go home and do the rest of the shit I gotta do. My gut's gonna slowly melt you down. By the time I start coughing up some of your finger bones tomorrow, I won't even remember your name."

The smaller man blanched. “Oh, God."

"Yea, dude. That's the circle of life. Eat, sleep, shit, repeat." He grabbed the smaller man. "You're mine, now."

His mouth stretched over Jeffrey's head, just barely muffling a scream.

Scott tossed his head back, finishing off Jeffrey in a couple strong gulps.

He patted his belly, adjusting to the new weight quickly. "About fucking time. UURP. Settle down, you won't have too long before it gets nasty." The predator was strong, having no issue carrying a squirming gut.

He grabbed his shirt off the ground, stretching it over his body the best he could. It stopped at his belly button, the bulging belly still sticking out underneath. He turned, walking back the way the two had come initially.

As Scott left the beach, his prey had completely settled down, giving in to his fate. He patted the belly again, finally sated.

The morning sun was high in the sky, painting warmth over the streets Scott walked. He was satisfied.

(ID: heolalex)

I met Anthony in one of my Gen Ed classes. Despite being completely different, we became fast friends, and even faster fuck buddies. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a guy with a beard and a belly.

I really enjoyed our time together, and wanted to make it official. I decided to spend a couple hours before he came over one night to make a trail of roses to my bed, and pop the question.

Unfortunately, he wasn't out, officially.

He told me it wasn't the right time for him to come out, and, while he loved me, he just wasn't ready. Of course I respected that.

So, I kept our relationship secret.

Months passed, though, and I started to get tired of not being able to go out for dates, to not tell my friends and family anything about the man I was falling in love with. I couldn't continue like this.

I called him over one night for a nice, home-cooked dinner. Then, I gave him an ultimatum:

"Come out publicly, or we can't see each other anymore."

Harsh, sure, but I figured coming down hard would be the best move for both of us.

What I didn't expect, was the strange look he got in his eye after he saw I was serious. His face dropped, and his voice turned cold.

"Are you gonna tell anyone about me?"

Of course I wasn't. I'm not a snitch, nor am I vengeful. I just want a real relationship, and I told him this.

He must not have believed me, because he suddenly pinned me against the wall. I did my best to protest, push him off of me, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'll show you a real relationship...we'll be together forever."

He pushed his face onto mine, forcing a kiss as I shouted and did my best to pull away. He pulled his face away, and I watched his mouth stretch wider and wider...

My clothes sat balled up on the floor as he polished me off, my toes disappearing past his hairy lips in a moment. He sighed and patted his new size as I moved around inside.

I did my best to struggle and shout, but any sound I made was muffled by the fat surrounding me...the fat I'd soon become a part of.

He went to my bedroom and laid down, getting ready to start digesting me. After getting comfortable, he let out a short, loud belch, watching his gut press in on me. He gave it one more rub before closing his eyes.

I sat inside him, shocked at this outcome. I couldn't struggle, I had no room. Once more I tried calling out to him, but I only heard snoring in response. He had fallen asleep. I was really gonna die inside of this man, and no one would know.

All I could do was sit and wait for my inevitable digestion.

When Anthony woke, his belly had shrunk by quite a bit, well on its way through digesting me.

He sat up and started to play with what was left of his meal. His belly groaned as it worked on its prey, and he took great pleasure in his fullness. It felt so good to make the man he loved a part of him.

"Sorry it had to be this way, baby...but I just couldn’t let you go."

He patted his belly and chuckled.

I always want the very best from my staff whenever I open or invest in a new business, which means finding the best benefits while keeping costs down.

Well, I've found a way to kill two pigs with one stone - hire a longpig who'll work for food and the chance to be roasted up by the best in the business.

Baby Back here is formerly property of the Golden Spings Ranch down in Texas, which has specialized in longpig since long before it was legalized. He was raised for his meat, with the hopes that one day he'd be selected to cook for a real gourmet chef. Sure, once he reached 18 he was given the choice to walk away, but the Golden Springs Ranch has a 95% rate of pigs electing to get eaten - one of the best in the business of longpig farming.

Ever since he got the coveted S grade for his pork he's known he'll sell for a high price - and with me opening my latest restaurant in Dallas, I knew I wanted to reward my staff with the level of food I'll be serving. Even brought the Foreman with me to the Ranch to pick the pig.

Baby Back's role on the site is simple: he'll eat, take care of some of the simple jobs, advertise the business to any hungry guys trying to snap him up, and offer stress relief to the staff. Of course, his "uniform" is just underwear and a jacket, so he can show off his meat all the time - and just a glance at that prime pork is enough to get the guys working harder.

As soon as construction is finished, I'll be cooking a private dinner for the construction crew, investors, and a few restaurant critics. I'll be cutting off Baby Back's arms and legs for use as appetizers and side dishes, stuffing him with a bbq pulled longpork stuffing, and covering him in a maple BBQ glaze before I impale him on the spit.

Baby Back is delighted with his upcoming fate - after all, you don't get more gourmet than me. Even though he's kept on a strict vegetarian diet - he's never even tasted meat - he knows his place on the food chain, and that a pig like him is going to be the best meal of a lot of these guys will ever eat.