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Muscle Worship

You waited at the hotel as you hear the knocking at the door.

“It’s open.” As you sit on the bed as you hear the door open and close as the man enters.

“You called for worship?” As the handsome Latino man grinned and set his backpack down on a nearby table.

You gulp. You’ve never done something like before and you nod in agreement.

“First time? The name is Luis by the way. It’s gonna be fun.” As he moves and stands in front of you.

He slowly strips, revealing his muscles. It’s something you’ve always seen people do online but you wanted to do.

They were perfect to you and your hands immediately reach out and grab them.

“Guess I don’t have to tell you how this works huh?” As Luis grins and posed for you.

He’s a god in living, breathing form for you. You deserve this moment as Luis allows you to get a closer feel as you press up against him.

“Oh yeah? Really get in there stud. Holy shit my muscles love this; they love you too.”

It’s like touching liquid gold. You can’t help but get hard at this encounter and it seems like Luis doesn’t mind as his own cock was hard in his shorts.

He allows you to kiss and lick his muscles and you nearly pass out when he commands you to do so.

Licking off the musk and sweat off his body. It’s everything you wanted.

But not too long into this do you hear a chime goes off.

“Ah ah. Times up stud. And now, time for your payment…” Luis says as he flexed his muscle one last time for you… or so you thought.

You nod and reach for your wallet when he suddenly scoops you up and buries you in his chest.

You moan as your face is pushed into his chest but you don’t have a chance to really feel anything besides intense pressure as you panic and struggle!

You try and just grab at him, your muscles tense and suddenly your head is pushed between his pecs and soon does your shoulders as Luis grunts and flexes, pulling you inside him.

You can’t believe this is happening as you wiggle and struggle wildly, body parts flailing as Luis holds you steady and flexed his pecs over and over again as he consumes you body completely.

In the end, your legs wiggle and the muscleman grins as he flexed tightly, forcing them in to finally complete his transaction.

Deep inside him, your brain is scattered as you try to recover on what’s happened but it’s all over as your forced into a position you can’t recover from.

Luis grunts and flexes multiple times and he can feel your body be consumed by him as he stands in front of a mirror and flexes as his muscles swell and expand.

His biceps grow, pecs expand. His abs push out as his stomach looks more like a beer gut as his bulge stretches and thighs push into each other.

He marvels at the growth you’ve given him as he pops a double bicep as his cock rips from his shorts, spraying thick wads of cum on the mirror before he final settles down.

Cw: unwilling prey, semi unwilling pred, digestion implied

At first, it's funny, just a silly accident.

You hadn't meant to swallow them—really, it was just a stupid accident. One second they were...  well it doesnt matter

and the next… well. Reflexes took over.

Now they’re curled up inside you, shifting awkwardly, a littler grossed out, pressing at the walls of your stomach with hesitant hands.

"Wow," they laugh, a little breathless. "This is weird. But, uh, let's figure out how to—"

Then it happens. A ripple, deep in your core. A slow, deliberate knead of muscle, drawing tight around the warm body inside you. The first trickle of heat. the unmistakable prickle of acid leaking out as your stomach prepared to digest. Your breath hitches.

Oh. That feels—

"Shit," you exhale, clutching your middle as your gut tightens again, this time with more purpose. A thick, rolling churn stirs in your belly, massaging the weight inside you.

Your stomach has realised something: there’s prey in it. And it’s considering its options.

There is one most favourable option.

"Uh, hey." Their voice is still light, but there’s an edge to it now. "I felt that. That was—is that digestion?"

You don't answer. You’re too caught up in the sensation. Warmth unfurls in you, something deep and curious and good.

Your gut clutches down, squeezing, squeezing, coaxing the meal inside into something softer, more compliant, something absorbable. You can feel the delicate details of their body against your stomach lining, how the heat and slick pressure intends on shaping them. Deleting the details. Breaking them down into something simplier.

It sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands drift to your belly, pressing, rubbing slow circles against the rounded swell.

The more you knead, the more intricate sensations you discover.

"Dude." There’s real unease in their voice now. A frantic shove from inside you.

"Snap out of it. This is funny and all, but get me out before—"

Your stomach cuts them off, rippling with a hungry, greedy glorp. It clenches down hard, pressing them tighter into its sticky embrace.

You barely stifle a moan at the feeling. Your breath is shaky.

"God, this is—this is really weird, but it feels—"

"Don't say it feels good."

Your hands push deeper into your belly, fingertips kneading, chasing the sensation of their squirming body as your gut gurgles over them.

Each movement makes it better—your stomach is reacting to their struggles, squeezing tighter, rewarding you with a fresh flood of heat.

They’re wriggling more, pushing at your stomach walls, but every motion just stirs up more of that sticky pleasure.

"Okay, no, you have to fight this!" They sound breathless now, the pressure growing heavier on them. "You don’t want to digest me, right?"

You shouldn't. But the weight of them inside you—their body squishing and shifting under your stomach's steady kneading—has you shuddering.

You can't help it; you sink lower, pressing your middle into the bed, letting the pressure sink them deeper into the hot, clenching hold of your gut.

"Ohh…"

The sound slips out before you can stop it. A shaky, drawn-out exhale.

"…Hey," their voice is smaller now, and you can hear the realization creeping into it. "Hey, no, you have to stop this, okay? You can fight it. Just stop—stop kneading your stomach, stop pressing down on me, please—"

Your stomach gurgles in reply, tight and content. You know, with an awful, sinking certainty, that you should be resisting. That you should be fighting against this feeling. This isnt something you can stop. Youve never felt this way before, and its too much for you to handle.

Your breath is coming in shallow, shaky gasps now, your entire body trembling with the sensation blooming deep in your gut. Each clench, each slow ripple of muscle working over the prey inside you, sends another wave of pleasure up your spine, warm and drugging. You have to try, you have to do something, or at least you have to buy some time, to clear your head, before its too late.

But every time you feel your prey - your friend, wriggle inside of you, each flutter against your skin, against your tender insides, it makes it harder to focus on your values.

"D-don't struggle," you whisper, voice thin and wrecked. Your hands tighten over the taut curve of your stomach, rubbing, kneading. "It—it feels too good. You’re just—hah—stimulating me more."

A choked sound from inside you. "Are you kidding me?!"

They kick. Hard.

And it’s ruinous.

The jolt of movement sends your stomach into a frenzy, rippling around them, clutching down with greedy, squeezing pressure. The heat inside you surges, thickening, your gut working faster, kneading them deeper into its clinging folds. Your body reacts, your instincts set off like a tripwire.

You bite back a moan, barely stifling the shaky pleasure that bubbles up in your throat.

"Oh, fuck—" They panic. You can feel it. Their instincts take over, and suddenly they’re thrashing, pressing, pushing against your stomach walls with all their strength.

Your brain flickers a brief realisation of the irony. Yours and your preys instincts acting in perfect discord.

And the overstimulation is delicious. A shudder wracks your frame as you press both hands to your gut, desperate to keep up with the overwhelming sensation.

Your fingers sink into your belly, rubbing deep, coaxing, encouraging—

"Ohhh, that’s—" You bite your lip, barely keeping yourself together. "You're making it worse, you’re just making it—hahh—faster…"

Your stomach glorps, rolling tight waves of muscle over the struggling meal inside. It’s learning about them, molding to them, working them down into something soft and pliant.

And eventually, something liquid, to be pumped further into your digestive tract. Something you deeply look forward to.

"STOP RUBBING YOUR STOMACH!"

You can’t.

Your hips shift as you curl around your gut, pressing down, needing more.

"I—I can’t help it," you gasp, barely able to speak through the sheer, heady sensation.

"I—I'm sorry, I just—it feels so… so good…"

They don't stop squirming, never giving you even a second to try and recover.

Their overwhelming fear, and your overwhelming pleasure means neither of you can stop Your instincts are louder than logic. And unfortunately, your stomach is the only one who knows exactly what to do in this situation.

Your hands circle in quick, desperate motions over your gut, trying to help it digest your friend.

despite yourself—despite your friendship, and the consequences you can barely make out through the fog of euphoria--despite everything—you murmur a quiet, breathless, "I'm sorry."

“Mate, don’t you think it’s a little too cold for you to be out here?” A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. “Would be hell of a lot nicer in here, don’t you think?”

This was all you could remember before your world got dark. And warm. Pleasantly warm, even, but the deeper you went, the hotter and humid-er it got. Not to mention, the more of you that went in the compactor it got, and his belly certainly didn’t leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!” The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal he’d made of you. If you had to tell the truth, your first few minutes inside of him were blissful. You were shivering, cold to the bone, and his stomach was still adjusting to your mass. However, long after those minutes passed, it became unbearably hot.

The longer you stewed in there, the more that hotness turned to burning. You skin began to stung, and you realized his stomach acids were starting to seep into your fragile skin. You weren’t sure what to make of this, but you couldn’t even kick or punch to retort. His stomach had a tight grip on you, and your voice was muffled beyond belief, although it could still be slightly heard, just unintelligble.

“Don’t know what you’re saying there buddy, but no one’s that come in had ever complained, so I assume you’re enjoying it in there!” The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.

"Bro you're still bloated from breakfast"

A personal story where I indulge in some of the things I like, needed to write a lil thing after the comms.

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Casual Vore, Teasing, Prey POV, Head-First Swallowing, Belly Bulge, Belly Rubs, Burping, Dom/Prey Dynamics, Tight Stomach, Digestion Implied, Foodplay Themes, Public Vore, Pred/Prey, Power Dynamics, Size Difference, Belly Play

You weren’t supposed to be here.

The invitation came at the last minute—your co-worker, Steve, bailing on the cruise the day before it set sail. You figured it’d be a nice break from the usual grind, maybe even a chance to unwind for once. But now, standing awkwardly in the corner of the cruise buffet with a half-eaten bread roll in hand, you’re wondering if this was a mistake. The other guests are all annoyingly tanned and carefree, laughing too loud, drinking too much, while you hover on the outskirts, hoping to blend in.

And then he walks in.

He looks like every guy who’s way too comfortable on vacation—open Hawaiian shirt barely clinging to his broad shoulders, linen shorts sitting low on his hips, and a pair of aviators perched on his nose even though you’re indoors. His bare chest glistens slightly, either from the heat or leftover pool water, and his stomach... well, it’s impossible to ignore. A soft roundness presses against his waistband—bigger than just a food baby but not quite a beer belly—making it clear that he’s spent more time at the buffet than the gym lately.

You keep staring. You can’t help it. The lazy, swollen curve of his belly, the way it subtly bounces with each step, it’s weirdly... captivating. You pretend to look away every time his head turns, but after a while, it’s obvious you’ve been caught.

“The fuck you lookin' at, man?” His voice cuts through the noise of the buffet, sharp but casual, his tone more annoyed than curious. He raises an eyebrow, tugging his shirt open a little more and tilting his head. “You got a problem or somethin’? Keepin’ an eye on me like I stole somethin’.”

You blink, startled. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Bullshit,” he cuts you off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pats his belly lazily, making it jiggle just enough to draw attention. “You been eye-fuckin’ this gut since I walked in. What, jealous or somethin'?”

Heat crawls up your neck. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, brushing past you to load up his plate with more food. You think that’s the end of it—just another awkward interaction to forget about. But when he comes back, plopping down at the table next to yours, he’s not done.

“Got you curious, huh?” he says through a mouthful of shrimp. He leans back in his chair, letting his gut poke out even further. “What, this?” He pats his stomach again, louder this time, grinning as he catches you glancing at it. “Yeah, buffet did me in real good. You like it or somethin’, weirdo?”

“You’re the newbie, aren’t you?” A senior frat house member spoke to Noah, an aspiring newbie who had just come for his initiation.

“Yeah, I am.” Noah spoke, looking around. “Sorry, I was told today was initiation day for the new members to join the frat house, but I don’t see anybody else here besides me?” He sounded confused, would he really be the only person interested in joining or was it an honest mistake and the initiation was sometime later?

“Nah, you don’t gotta apologise, you’re just on time.” The muscled guy replied, inching closer to Noah, who could see his crotch twitch against the soft fabric of his Nike exercise pants. “I’m Liam, nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be acquainted real well soon.”

“Uh… Thanks, I guess?” The newbie replied, awkwardly as he tried not to look at the bulging monster Liam had. “So, what am I supposed to do now? I was told there’s an initiating practice every year for newbies here.”

“There is. My mates have assigned me the task, so don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” Liam inched closer to Noah, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “I’ve even prepared an extra special room for your initiation, one that many don’t get to even see.”

“R-Really? Man, you didn’t have to!” Noah said, already feeling special in his new college home.

“Here, I’ll show you where the entrance is.” Liam spoke, opening his mouth that extended with saliva from his tongue up to the roof of it, he pointed to it. “Right here.”

Noah didn’t know what to say, but before he got the chance to process and formulate what he meant, Liam roughly grabbed the back of his head and shoved him in, tasting him deeply and groaning at his flavor. He continued to slurp at his face as Noah struggled to escape his grasp, but Liam simply gulped, his neck bulging out in the shape of Noah’s facial features.

Liam continued to gulp, his other hand pulling his Nike pants down and releasing the monster he kept tame. He proceeded to play with it as he continued to swallow the poor newbie, who was quickly founding himself sliding down into Liam’s belly.

A few more gulps and Liam’s abs were beginning to bulge against his manhood, further intensifying the euphoric feel with the squirms as he rubbed the underside. With one last gulp, Noah was fully trapped within Liam, and he released strings upon strings on his newly-formed belly bulge.

“Ahhhh!” Liam sighed in ecstasy, “Quite the initiation practice now, wouldn’t you agree?” He gave his belly a slap.

“W-what are you doing this for?!” Noah retorted from within, squirming.

“It’s how we operate in here. Usually. Though not for the actual new members.” He kept rubbing his belly, “Look at the bright side! If you manage to survive my stomach for the next week, I’ll officially ask the others to make you a member. A real frat house member wouldn’t give in to some weak stomach acids!”

“T-The next week?! Y-you’re not letting me out anytime soon?”

“Yup. Better get used to it in there. Oh, and by the way, no one’s ever managed to survive that long in here, but hey, who knows how long you’ll last?”

“Fuck you! Let me out of here, you freak!” Liam’s squirms became more frantic.

“Nah. Don’t think so.” He kneaded his belly, “You said you wanted to join the Frat House, didn’t you? Well, you technically are joining it whatever the outcome of this is, but I’m leaaaaaning towards joining it through becoming a part of me.”

Noah continued to squirm and shout, but with Liam’s kneading his voice was muffled, barely intelligible.

“I even looked at your application before approving of your initiation. Looks like you had a promising life. What a shame, huh?” He laughed, continuing to rub his belly.

“Welcome to the frat house, buddy.”

A little smooth talk and encouragement seemingly enough to make that boy's guard down and see you as an aspiring role model or some sort. You are jacked as fuck, no way in hell anyone dismissed how insane your muscle looked like. Well, he already stealing glances at ya, seemingly aware that you watched him over. He's probably gay, judging from that blushed face and tent on his skin-tight white Nike. This is going to be so much easier, you thought as you lick your tongue and motioned him to go to meet you in the locker room.

Jason loved going on vacation. So many easy men and women to get into a secluded space and absorb into himself. He always returned home 30 lbs heavier. Just now he had charmed a straight couple to let him visit the hotel they were staying at. He seduced the wife and husband to let him cuckold the husband, tying him up on a chair to watch Jason fuck his wife. Once both were ready, Jason worshipped her body and licked her up and down. She was barely as tall as his chest. She would fit within him easily. Once he got her on the bed, he pressed his mass ontop of her, and then she noticed. Her legs had slid into Jason's thick thighs. Where she looked, she could see her own thighs sinking into his and soon everywhere their skin touched, it appeared that she was sinking within. Her husband alarmed, began to try and fight the restraints yet to no avail. The gag worked wonders, keeping his voice to a muffle. Tears streamed down his face as he saw his beautiful wife's face between Jason's pecs as the last of her entered his body. Jason flexed, feeling his biceps bulge and pecs bounce with the added mass.

"Don't worry, you'll be with her soon. Within this MASS." Jason ripped the restraints and tore the husbands clothes off, shoving the husbands face into his armpit, where the man was slurped up into his body, with Jason giving thw feet a quick tickle as he closed his arm over the vanishing toes. Jason admired himself in front of the mirror as the couple became one within his physique. He got dressed, grabbed their key cards and headed to the lobby.

The front desk attendent blushed as Jason, shirt unbuttoned revealing his amazing body, approached him.

But soon the kiss changed and it wasn’t until his tongue was licking the entirety of your face that you realized what was occurring; he was swallowing you. you place your hands against his torso to try and push off of him, one on his left shoulder the other on his stomach. a deep ‘mmmmmmm’ vibrated your head as you felt him grab hold of your left hand and begin to force it to rub his abdomen. You knew at once that he was teasing you wordlessly about where you were going to be spending the next moments of your life, as he flexed the bulging bricks of his muscled stomach under your hand. despite all of your strength pushing against him, he was still making progress in drawing in further. The contest didn’t last long as soon you were curled tightly behind the abs you’d been forced to massage not minutes before. 

I’m in such an awkward position right now. That guy right there, he’s my boyfriend. I know what you’re thinking - he’s a stud, right? Who couldn’t love those big muscles and that cocky attitude? I did, after all, but everything changed when I found out exactly how he got those muscles. 

My father had always warned me that there was magic out in the world that was crueler and more selfish than my own healing magic but I hadn’t expected to experience it from somebody that I loved. In the twelve months I’ve been dating Aron he all but doubled his size in muscle and increased his weight in dramatic leaps and bounds. It wasn’t natural at all and I could tell that magic was playing some part in it, I just hoped that it was without Aron’s knowledge.

Much to my disappointment I eventually discovered that Aron was most certainly aware that he was using magic to get bigger because he wasn’t simply casting spells that would increase his muscles, he was using magic to absorb people. All the bro-type guys who had gone missing around the gyms in the city were the source of his power and he had jumped them the moment they were alone, pulling them inside of him and fueling his transformation by consuming their memories and personalities. They no longer existed all because Aron was on a mission to be the biggest, strongest guy in the city.

I already had plans to break up with him when I uncovered the truth but the situation got so much worse when my sister’s boyfriend never returned from the gym one day and I realized Aron had claimed him too. Sure enough he was looking a little bigger as he came through the door that evening, booming my name in an even deeper voice and demanding I pleasure him.

There’s the issue - I know Aron’s a bad guy but what really can I do to stop him? My healing magic isn’t exactly going to bring those guys back to life even if they’re still inside of him and aware of what was happening. Not only that but if he discovers that I’m planning against him, who’s the say he won’t absorb me too? Maybe it’s just better to go along with his demands and keep him happy. At least I’m still physically attracted to him and I’ve got to say that now he’s working with an even bigger package our explorations in the bedroom are getting even more exciting…