how about some pyramid head pec vore?
The real reason he never wears a shirt, huh? Since I suppose Iâve made a vorish canon for P.yramid Head, you can find the other asks for him here, here, and here.Â
P.yramid Head was getting a new sensation today, it seems. Heâd become a real butterball since heâd started his new life. Even with that human he kept around, he wasnât eating any slower, and all that meat was just packing on the pounds. Heâd changed out his full body smock for a basic apron, letting his fat stomach hang out before him. The humanâs hand always sunk so deep when pressed into it. His apron was still tight though, his thighs and ass and cock all much bigger than they used to be and constantly straining the fabric.
But today, he wasnât eating to get fatter. He had gotten a really squirmy man today, a very buff one who seemed to have come right from the gym and into the foggy S.ilent Hill. So he was a good fighter when P.yramid Head had descended upon him to eat. His long tongue was curled around the manâs neck and trying to pull him in, the executioner almost excited for how much bigger a meal like this would make him. But the human was resisting, strong hands pushing against his shoulders and keeping that head free. But the more they struggle, the farther down the hands slip, until theyâre pressing against the creatureâs still relatively meaty chest.
And then it happened. A strong shove that pushed the manâs hands toward the center of P.yramid Headâs pecs sealed his fate to the surprise of both of them. His hands sunk right between the tight crevice of the executionerâs pecs and they sealed up tightly at the wrists. The man couldnât pull them back out and P.yramid Head took this new sensation in stride, beginning to flex his chest with a pleased groan as he started sucking the man deeper.
Now the strength meant nothing, the beefy guy unable to stop himself as he was sucked in deeper and deeper, practically diving right into P.yramid Headâs chest as it devoured him as easily as the rest of the creature's body devoured humans. In no time at all, the flexing chest were sealing over kicking feet and the human was just a massive bulge in the thingâs chest.
A pleased groan escapes the executioner as he begins waddling off to show his human companion the new way of eating he found. Already he had stopped thinking about the still living human heâd devoured, who was fighting a losing battle against those flexing and clenching pecs. Theyâd be breaking him down in no time and adding all of those muscles to the executionerâs physique instead. Theyâd be put to much more use there.
Theyâd help him catch more meals and ensure he canât be overpowered again.
