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Muscle Worship
Feel my power!
You had never done something like this before but if you knew how it was going to turn out maybe you would have reconsidered this thought.
You waited at the hotel as you hear the knocking at the door.
âItâs open.â As you sit on the bed as you hear the door open and close as the man enters.
âYou called for worship?â As the handsome Latino man grinned and set his backpack down on a nearby table.
You gulp. Youâve never done something like before and you nod in agreement.
âFirst time? The name is Luis by the way. Itâs gonna be fun.â As he moves and stands in front of you.
He slowly strips, revealing his muscles. Itâs something youâve always seen people do online but you wanted to do.
They were perfect to you and your hands immediately reach out and grab them.
âGuess I donât have to tell you how this works huh?â As Luis grins and posed for you.
Heâs 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.
âOh yeah? Really get in there stud. Holy shit my muscles love this; they love you too.â
Itâs like touching liquid gold. You canât help but get hard at this encounter and it seems like Luis doesnât 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. Itâs everything you wanted.
But not too long into this do you hear a chime goes off.
âAh ah. Times up stud. And now, time for your paymentâŚâ 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 donât 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 canât 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 whatâs happened but itâs all over as your forced into a position you canât 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 youâve 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.
Luis sighs and digs into your pockets; gladly pilfering your cash and tossing everything of yours in a trash can before he grabs his belongings and leaves the now empty hotel.
Are you ready for the next evolution? đđˇđŞđź
The Accident
Cw: unwilling prey, semi unwilling pred, digestion implied
At first, it's funny, just a silly accident.
You hadn't meant to swallow themâreally, it was just a stupid accident. One second they were... well it doesnt matter
and the next⌠well. Reflexes took over.
Now theyâre 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 toâ"
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 feelsâ
"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: thereâs prey in it. And itâs considering its options.
There is one most favourable option.
"Uh, hey." Their voice is still light, but thereâs an edge to it now. "I felt that. That wasâis that digestion?"
You don't answer. Youâre 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." Thereâs 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 beforeâ"
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 isâthis is really weird, but it feelsâ"
"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 betterâyour stomach is reacting to their struggles, squeezing tighter, rewarding you with a fresh flood of heat.
Theyâre 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 donât want to digest me, right?"
You shouldn't. But the weight of them inside youâtheir body squishing and shifting under your stomach's steady kneadingâhas 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.
"OhhâŚ"
The sound slips out before you can stop it. A shaky, drawn-out exhale.
"âŚHey," 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 stopâstop kneading your stomach, stop pressing down on me, pleaseâ"
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. "Itâit feels too good. Youâre justâhahâstimulating me more."
A choked sound from inside you. "Are you kidding me?!"
They kick. Hard.
And itâs 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, fuckâ" They panic. You can feel it. Their instincts take over, and suddenly theyâre 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, encouragingâ
"Ohhh, thatâsâ" You bite your lip, barely keeping yourself together. "You're making it worse, youâre just making itâhahhâfasterâŚ"
Your stomach glorps, rolling tight waves of muscle over the struggling meal inside. Itâs 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 canât.
Your hips shift as you curl around your gut, pressing down, needing more.
"IâI canât help it," you gasp, barely able to speak through the sheer, heady sensation.
"IâI'm sorry, I justâit feels so⌠so goodâŚ"
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 yourselfâdespite your friendship, and the consequences you can barely make out through the fog of euphoria--despite everythingâyou murmur a quiet, breathless, "I'm sorry."
Then you press your belly deeper, harder into the mattress, and groan as digestion really begins.
âMate, donât you think itâs a little too cold for you to be out here?â A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. âWould be hell of a lot nicer in here, donât you think?â
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 didnât leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.
âBUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!â The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal heâd 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 werenât sure what to make of this, but you couldnât 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.
âDonât know what youâre saying there buddy, but no oneâs that come in had ever complained, so I assume youâre enjoying it in there!â The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.
You knew you fucked up, and you knew this mightâve been your last fuck up. It was starting to hurt, and there was still many, many hours if not days left of this. You just hoped your predator would let you out before you became unrecognizable.

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"Kylie's gonna be pissed at me for eating her boyfriend... but can she blame me? I look like a fucking hunk. And gonna be even bigger once ya digest." Adam weakly kicked against Damien's abs. They didn't give much, and his struggling foot simply got pushed back in by Damien's large hand. "Dude, just give in. You're gonna be part of something better than you. And I might just hit up Kylie afterwards. You'll still be with her... or maybe Jack. He is sort of cute. Thanks for the meal, bud." UUUURRAP
"How long till we have lunch?"
"Bro you're still bloated from breakfast"
"Yeah, I'm hungry enough as it is, I'm not gonna wait till I'm completely empty again"
All-Inclusive
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 werenât supposed to be here.
The invitation came at the last minuteâyour co-worker, Steve, bailing on the cruise the day before it set sail. You figured itâd 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, youâre 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 whoâs way too comfortable on vacationâopen 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 youâre indoors. His bare chest glistens slightly, either from the heat or leftover pool water, and his stomach... well, itâs impossible to ignore. A soft roundness presses against his waistbandâbigger than just a food baby but not quite a beer bellyâmaking it clear that heâs spent more time at the buffet than the gym lately.
You keep staring. You canât help it. The lazy, swollen curve of his belly, the way it subtly bounces with each step, itâs weirdly... captivating. You pretend to look away every time his head turns, but after a while, itâs obvious youâve been caught.
âThe fuck you lookin' at, man?â 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. âYou got a problem or somethinâ? Keepinâ an eye on me like I stole somethinâ.â
You blink, startled. âWhat? No, I wasnâtââ
âBullshit,â 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. âYou been eye-fuckinâ this gut since I walked in. What, jealous or somethin'?â
Heat crawls up your neck. âI wasnâtââ
âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He rolls his eyes, brushing past you to load up his plate with more food. You think thatâs the end of itâjust another awkward interaction to forget about. But when he comes back, plopping down at the table next to yours, heâs not done.
âGot you curious, huh?â he says through a mouthful of shrimp. He leans back in his chair, letting his gut poke out even further. âWhat, this?â He pats his stomach again, louder this time, grinning as he catches you glancing at it. âYeah, buffet did me in real good. You like it or somethinâ, weirdo?â
Joining The Frat House
âYouâre the newbie, arenât you?â A senior frat house member spoke to Noah, an aspiring newbie who had just come for his initiation.
âYeah, I am.â Noah spoke, looking around. âSorry, I was told today was initiation day for the new members to join the frat house, but I donât see anybody else here besides me?â 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?
âNah, you donât gotta apologise, youâre just on time.â The muscled guy replied, inching closer to Noah, who could see his crotch twitch against the soft fabric of his Nike exercise pants. âIâm Liam, nice to meet you. Iâm sure weâll be acquainted real well soon.â
âUh⌠Thanks, I guess?â The newbie replied, awkwardly as he tried not to look at the bulging monster Liam had. âSo, what am I supposed to do now? I was told thereâs an initiating practice every year for newbies here.â
âThere is. My mates have assigned me the task, so donât worry, youâre in good hands.â Liam inched closer to Noah, giving him a pat on the shoulder. âIâve even prepared an extra special room for your initiation, one that many donât get to even see.â
âR-Really? Man, you didnât have to!â Noah said, already feeling special in his new college home.
âHere, Iâll show you where the entrance is.â Liam spoke, opening his mouth that extended with saliva from his tongue up to the roof of it, he pointed to it. âRight here.â
Noah didnât 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 Noahâs 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 Liamâs belly.
A few more gulps and Liamâs 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.
âAhhhh!â Liam sighed in ecstasy, âQuite the initiation practice now, wouldnât you agree?â He gave his belly a slap.
âW-what are you doing this for?!â Noah retorted from within, squirming.
âItâs how we operate in here. Usually. Though not for the actual new members.â He kept rubbing his belly, âLook at the bright side! If you manage to survive my stomach for the next week, Iâll officially ask the others to make you a member. A real frat house member wouldnât give in to some weak stomach acids!â
âT-The next week?! Y-youâre not letting me out anytime soon?â
âYup. Better get used to it in there. Oh, and by the way, no oneâs ever managed to survive that long in here, but hey, who knows how long youâll last?â
âFuck you! Let me out of here, you freak!â Liamâs squirms became more frantic.
âNah. Donât think so.â He kneaded his belly, âYou said you wanted to join the Frat House, didnât you? Well, you technically are joining it whatever the outcome of this is, but Iâm leaaaaaning towards joining it through becoming a part of me.â
Noah continued to squirm and shout, but with Liamâs kneading his voice was muffled, barely intelligible.
âI even looked at your application before approving of your initiation. Looks like you had a promising life. What a shame, huh?â He laughed, continuing to rub his belly.
âWelcome to the frat house, buddy.â
Wanna end this post by saying this story is inspired by a caption/reblog by @vore-meccaâ that I saw a while back. He writes short captions but rarely fail to get me going, so thanks for the inspiration. :)
You just absorbed the cocky frat boy that scratched your truck earlier this morning to fuel your growth but a very handsome and tight college gymnast already attracted your interest and hunger to devour more of those handsome yet naive boy that unaware of your existence. Well, ignorance is indeed a bliss.
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.
He's surprised by your advance but nevertheless seemingly onboard on your advance as he signalled that he got one more rep. You move yourself first to the locker room, your sweat still imprinted to the machine you previously used but you give zero fuck because you are already too excited to have your afternoon meal for the day. Fuck, locked in quarantine for ages and you are so hungry, two boys will be absorbed by this afternoon by you, and yet you couldn't careless because you see everyone as mere addition to your great existence.

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âYeah thatâs what that little twinks like you get for calling us Marines dumb crayon eaters, whoâs dumb now?â He says flexing his new bulging muscle.
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.
"The couple in room 243 are checking out early. Thanks for their stay." He said as each pec bounced. Jason left the hotel, headed towards his next conquest.
Michael licked his biceps. He missed the taste of that small little pipsqueak of a man. Some odd days ago, he had been booked to be a dancer for this nerdy little fella. He stripped his clothes, all while pressing his body against the cute nerdy weakling sitting in the chair under him. At some point during his performance, his stomach gurggled. It longed to be full. Michael attempted to ignore it but once his patron asked "Hungry are we?" the muscled stud couldn't help himself and gobbled up his customer like a fine steak.The taste was divine and he never felt so full before. After the boy had been digested, Michael felt a sense of longing wash over him. The need to taste him again.
Your step-brother Shawn sat there shirtless and slightly flexing upon your bed as you walked in. You had to admit, what had already been an impressive sight in a tailored dress shirt and tie had become even more impressive without them. You and Shawn had been discussing taking up the family business according to the terms of the will. You were left 75% of your fatherâs ownership of the prestigious law firm as his blood heirâŚ. firm, firm like Shawnâs arms and chest⌠you had to snap out of it. Shawn had been trying to persuade you in handing over a larger portion of the company to *him* as he was the actual lawyer between the two of you. He had pointed out that the firm would be far more successful in his capable hands, and that you would still get to reap a percentage of the profitsâŚ. Shawnâs handsâŚ. his strong and powerful handsâŚ.. damn it, this was what he wanted; he wanted these thoughts getting into your head. He still sat there looking at you; looking at you looking at him. He was still subtly tensing and relaxing his physique, as if he was sure his muscles were doing all of his talking for him. â Alright,â you sighed, âyouâve made your point, I guess. Weâll split the company 50/50; you can even still be CEO or what ever.â youâd walked over at this point and were gently running your fingers over his left shoulder and arm; the steel ropes underneath not giving way. Shawn smiled at you as he stood up from the bed. âyou see brother,â he said as he drew even closer to you, pressing his solid chest against you, almost close enough to kiss you. â I think Iâll be taking all of the company.â You looked perplexed and insulted but he continued. âIâve been looking over the will, and as per itâs terms if you become unable to claim your shares, all of your inheritance falls to me as the next heir in line.â at this he place one steely arm around you, as if holding you in a lovers embrace. You could feel every taught muscle in his torso pressing into you as he moved and breathed. You felt both uncomfortable and unnaturally relaxed being confined in his personal space. He leaned into you and started to kiss you, his stubble scratching playfully against your face. You managed to break free of his kiss for a moment to ask âSo what, youâre going to seduce me into not claiming my inheritance is that it?â You could feel him chuckle next to you, the hearty vibrations echoing through your own form. âNot even close.â he replied before he resumed kissing you passionately.
But soon the kiss changed and it wasnât 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 âmmmmmmmâ 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 didnât last long as soon you were curled tightly behind the abs youâd been forced to massage not minutes before.Â
âSorry if itâs a little tight in there,â you could hear him chuckled down to you, he was clearly rubbing a hand over your form as he twisted and turned; likely flexing and posing in the floor length mirror you kept in your room. âBut donât worry, you wont be in there for long, I have an astoundingly quick metabolism.â this was followed by more chuckles âwhich is a good thing because, Iâm going to need to go and get new shirts tailored for the distribution of the will tomorrow.â at this you could feel the slab of muscle that was his abs crush down on you; clearly he was flexing. âdonât worry though, you wont be ruining my physique, youâre all going to be muscle. With you âon my sideâ as it were, Iâll be able to charm and seduce anyone I need while leading my new law firm. So you see, this really is the best way you could have helped me run the firm brother.â Shawn continued to pose and flex for himself in the mirror. This was the best part he thought, with each flex and pose he could carefully distribute his new muscle mass into a perfectly sculpted physique. He couldnât help but run a hand over his stomach as it finished shrinking back into the flat 6-pack it had been before. He smiled, tomorrow was going to be the beginning of a much better life for him. He flexed his bicep once more and gave it a quick kiss in the mirror. âThanks brother, I knew youâd be so understanding.â He squeezed back into his dress shirt and left for the tailors. He had so much to do to get ready.Â
Awkward Position
Iâm in such an awkward position right now. That guy right there, heâs my boyfriend. I know what youâre thinking - heâs a stud, right? Who couldnât 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.Â
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 hadnât expected to experience it from somebody that I loved. In the twelve months Iâve been dating Aron he all but doubled his size in muscle and increased his weight in dramatic leaps and bounds. It wasnât natural at all and I could tell that magic was playing some part in it, I just hoped that it was without Aronâs knowledge.
Much to my disappointment I eventually discovered that Aron was most certainly aware that he was using magic to get bigger because he wasnât 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 sisterâs 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.
Thereâs the issue - I know Aronâs a bad guy but what really can I do to stop him? My healing magic isnât exactly going to bring those guys back to life even if theyâre still inside of him and aware of what was happening. Not only that but if he discovers that Iâm planning against him, whoâs the say he wonât absorb me too? Maybe itâs just better to go along with his demands and keep him happy. At least Iâm still physically attracted to him and Iâve got to say that now heâs working with an even bigger package our explorations in the bedroom are getting even more excitingâŚ
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