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“Dude, it’s just for ten minutes!” Brian says to his gut, giving it a jab with his finger as it stretches out. The two friends had been playing games like always, but Brian never really liked it. Jake could always be such a jerk about it, always trying to mess him up or mock him for losing. So, after having enough of it and one bet later, Jake was down Brian’s gullet. And now Brian’s friend is still being a problem!

Brian groans softly and lets out a noisy belch after a harsh kick. He never did like squirmy prey. “If you don’t stop fucking moving around in there like that, I’m gonna do something to stop you!” he demands to his gut. It bounces around in his lap as Jake shifted inside wildly. Brian belches again. “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you, dude.”

With a grunt and a flex, Brian clenched his gut. There’s a muffled yelp from Jake inside as things suddenly got tighter and more compact. But it only seemed to make him squirm much more vigorously, although it had gone from annoyed to afraid. Brian didn’t know the difference and was only annoyed that his friend hadn’t learned his lesson yet. So he clenches his stomach again. And again. And--

Something inside of his gut crunches down and it makes Brian belch again, much harsher than the other two times. His guts gurgle heavily and finally go still, Jake’s voice melding into the heavy gurgling and churning until they had taken over. His gut looked a lot less human-shaped and much more belly-shaped.

“...dude?” Brian lightly prods his gut and his finger squished in far too deeper for there to be a solid person inside of it. “Well, shit. I tried to warn you, man...” He rubs his gut slowly. At least it had been one of his more annoying friends instead of one of the better ones. He still remembers what happened during that game night when he had a couple too many beers...

He'd honestly just gone into the army for help with college so his old man would get off his back about the whole thing. It hasn't been the worst thing so far, even if he has been having to focus on ROTC training as a course. What had ended up surprising him was how much the course encouraged him to...well, eat his loved ones.

Bulking for army prep was considered important, and the course kept insisting that the best way to bulk was to eat anyone he could--family, friends, roommates, boyfriends--and he really hadn't been expecting it. He thought it was kind of weird but now he had to be at a certain weight threshold by the end of the class or else he was going to be...given a new use. And he didn't like the sound of that.

It'd been easy to devour his roommate, at least. The guy was a stoner but wasn't too awful of a roommate--either way, grabbing him while he was out of it was easy, and now he was relaxing in bed with a large, churning gut. He could feel the poor guy moving around inside a bit as his stomach churned and groaned loudly. It did feel really good at least, and it's not like he was super close to the guy. A night of messy processing later would be leaving him a bit bulkier than before... but he's not close enough yet.

He was hanging out with a couple of friends in his recently roommate-less dorm when he started thinking about it again. He needs more mass if he wants to get through the course and they'd recently taught him a good way to process meat fast. When one of his friends went off to the bathroom, he struck, yanking the other across the couch and engulfing his head. In the five minutes the first friend was gone, he'd choked down the second and let his gut grind him down kicking and screaming into mass. He belched up hot air as his friend came back, saying something about the first guy having to go as he rubbed over his stomach.

A month later and he was out of his friends, all of them guzzled down and churned up into more body mass. He'd gone from being rather lean to muscular and he was nearing that weight goal needed for the course. He just needed one or two more guys and he'd be fine. Luckily, his boyfriend was there for him. He dragged the poor man over the table during one of their date nights and straight into his drooling maw. The man he'd loved was turned into another meal thanks to this course, sent into his gut and processed with efficency.

C.arlos and C.hris had done their best. In the end, they managed to save about twelve men. But at that point, they were getting cornered and had no choice but to hole up in an old building. It had no windows and the doors were sturdy enough to keep the hoard at bay, but the two men very well couldn't leave while there's still so many civilians here. Trying to could end up getting someone hurt so they had no choice but to stick around and wait for some backup or an opportunity to escape.

Problem is, though, that hours were dragging on and the two men were starting to get hungry. They can hear each other's stomachs growling now, and before long, one of them finally breaks the silence. "You know, I bet no one will notice if we just take one of these guys out for some food," C.arlos says casually, watching the men from his spot leaning against the wall.

C.hris frowns as he looks at the solider. At first, C.arlos gets a little worried that the officer will admonish him for even suggesting something like that. But instead, C.hris says "You'd never digest them fast enough. What are you going to tell them when you're walking around with a human-sized stomach for the next few hours?"

C.arlos chuckles and a smirk settles on his face. "Hey, don't underestimate me just because I'm not some secret operative. I could mulch one of these guys in five minutes tops."

C.hris crosses his arms over his chest. "It takes you five minutes?"

"...just watch." C.arlos stands up straight, heading over to the men. He picks out a guy dressed in a suit, probably some office worker or something. He slings an arm around the guy's shoulders and brings him back over to C.hris. The worker is clearly confused about why he's been brought over, but just as he worked up the courage to ask, C.arlos's drooling maw snaps down over his head. He thrashes around see he's slurped and gulped down, his smaller body effortlessly sliding down C.arlos's throat and pushing into his gut. It bloats out a bit under his vest, the bottom peeking out as he swallows the last of the guy. There's some very muffled yelling in his gut but it's already so tight that it's hard to tell there's another human inside. C.arlos closes his eyes and lets out a grunt, his stomach flexing hard. There's a series of crunches and cracks and the man inside manages a very loud scream. Another flex compacts him further, making C.arlos's belly shrink down more. With a third, it's nearly back to its original size and the mercenary lets out a meaty belch right in Chris's nose. "Aaaah...see, I told you. Nothing to it~"

C.hris frowns, lazily waving the air away. "You're sloppy. Just watch a pro do it." He pushes past C.arlos, heading toward the group of guys. before long, he's come back with a man still wearing his pajamas, likely having been in bed when the attack happened. Like C.arlos, C.hris wastes no time in this meal. Strong hands lift the man up and shovel him into the man's jaws, thick gulps sucking him down the hatch with an unmatched speed. He's down in seconds, bloating out C.hris's stomach and forcing his shirt to ride up. He gets to wiggle for a least a few second before the officer lets out a heavy sigh through his nose and his stomach flattens out. Cracks and crunches bubble out in a cacophony of noise as an entire human is pulverized into nothing in a single, powerful flex. C.hris grabs C.arlos by the shoulders, pulling him forward, and lets out a monster of a belch right in his face. Then he lets go and steps back. "...that's how it's done."

C.arlos is left clearly stunned, the smell of acid and meat lingering in the air. A grin stretches along his face soon after, though. "Alright, you have to show me how to do that now."

The remaining men don't last very long. C.arlos and C.hris prove to be stronger than just about all of them. After four more disappeared, the remaining survivors noticed something was strange and found the two men as their stomach crushed down their latest meals. But with nowhere to run and nowhere to fight back they were very quickly overwhelmed.

C.arlos lets out a hum as he slurps up the arm sticking from his jaws, one hand roughly holding onto a man's head to keep it against his stomach. He flexes his abs down hard, grunting as he feels the man inside crunch down into a thick paste. A belch escapes him and the man against his stomach shivers. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. Where'd you learn to do it so fast?" He brings the man he was holding up to his jaws, screams of mercy muffled as his face was shoveled into C.arlos's maw as he goes down the hatch.

"Mostly practice," C.hris says. The man in his gut lets out a loud scream before a single flex flattens it out, making the man let out another of his rumbling belches. "Fuck...I mostly did this with recruits at the station. They were much better fighters, though. These guys are just junk food. I don't think I'm even getting any bigger on them."

C.arlos shrugs in response, gulping down a pair of kicking feet. His stomach bloats out then shrinks down as his abs crush the man down with a loud crunch and a wet belch. "Mm...well, once we get out of this, I can treat you to a real meal then. No one notices when a few mercenaries go missing if you dispose of the evidence fast enough."

C.hris looks at the man and smiles just a bit. "Well, I'll have to hold you to it then. Looks like rescuing survivors was a failure, though, so let's get out of here. The zombies should be gone by now anyway."

The plan had gone off without a hitch and C.arlos is now sitting on the train with some other soldiers and, thankfully, a decent amount of civilians. He's thankful that he got so many people out of there, but honestly, the whole thing left him feeling pretty tired and really hungry. He hasn't had something to eat all day...and the longer he sits around in this car with all these civilians, the easier it gets for him to make some bad choices.

C.arlos gets to his feet casually and walks over to the door leading to the next car. He locks it. There are more civilians in the train than just this car and he doesn't want them suspecting anything or trying to intervene. He would like to get out of this with some survivors to show for it. But...there's enough that he can take his reward early.

C.arlos walks over to the nearest guy, standing in front of him. He licks his lips and smiles, placing a hand on his stomach. "You don't mind lending a soldier a hand, do you?" The man looks up at C.arlos, clearly a bit confused, but nods. "Good." Strong hands plant themselves on either shoulder and his jaws open wide. In a flash, hes' engulfed the man's head and begins to slurp him down hungrily.

The other civilians are, understandable, very freaked out witnessing one of the soldiers that had saved their life suddenly devouring one of them like a hungry beast. The soldiers, on the other hand, just chuckle or shake their heads with a smirk. This isn't their first rodeo with C.arlos or his hunger, and they've all learned it's best to just not get in his way. Soldier settles in his stomach just as easily as civilian, after all.

With a final wet gulp, C.arlos has slurped down the last of his meal. His belly sticks out in front of him with the meal packed away and a belch escapes him. He gives his gut a few lazy pats. "Not bad." He grunts and flexes his gut, snuffing out the life of his meal in one go. A belch escapes him, his gut flat again, and he rubs it lazily. "...but not enough."

The civilians are starting to panic by now, getting up to try and run or fight. Getting past C.arlos proves ineffect, though. The car is too small, and he has no issue grabbing the first guy that tries to worm past him and start to scarf him down. A couple of the other men try to get the soldiers to step in and stop him, but they find out pretty quickly they're not much better when they start getting guzzled down, too.

The car is commotionf or only a few moments as the civilians are picked off like snacks. Most of the soldiers get one, at least, but C.arlos by far takes the most. He sits back, tossing his head back as he gulps down another pair of kicking legs. His guts groan wetly as he crams yet another civilian inside, the tight abs already beginning to compact him. There's only one civilian left, kneeling in front of him and shivering as he put his hands to C.arlos's gut. "That's right, just feel how strong these abs are." C.arlos closes his eyes and flexes his stomach. It flats out with some crunches and snaps, snuffing out yet another life with ease. The civilian in front of him shivers hard as he feels along the powerful gut. It growls again. "Now go ahead and feel it from the inside." He lifts the guy up and scarfs him down just as easily as the rest.

"You're a real brute, you know that?" one of the soldiers says with a casual chuckle. His own stomach is mulching down the two guys he was able to pack away. "You told that poor guy you'd let him go."

C.arlos thumps his chest and belches as his gut crushes down over his meal. "I did let him go, didn't I? Right down the hatch."

"Cheers to that!" another soldier says with a laugh. "And hey, we still got another five cars worth of guys left, so we're still doing good."

"Mm...think anyone would notice if we turn up with another one empty, though?" a third soldier asks, rubbing slowly along his gut.

"This is really stupid," C.aps says with a frown. He's standing with a few other members of the team, which have presented him with by far the dumbest possible thing they could have.

"Come on, there's no way you can even do it," S.pider-Man retorts with a way of his hand. "We're all way stronger than your stomach. You just get one flex and then you have to let us out."

"The spider is right," T.hor agrees. "Even fi he might perish, my godly physique will never crumble to one man."

H.ulk snorts. "Too big," he says simply.

Captain A.merica rolls his eyes. He's supposed to be leading this team, not snuffing it out. But they've been pestering him about this all day and if they're that willing to throw their lives away over something this dumb...

"Fine, let's get this over with," C.ap says. He pulls S.pider-Man over first. "It was nice knowing you, kid." He opens wide and engulfs his head. Out of the three, S.pider-man is the smallest, with an average lean build. So it doesn't take C.ap long to devour him. He barely even gulps, just slurps the kid down like a massive noodle. His abs bloat out as the hero is forced to curl up inside.

"It's really tight in here!" S.pider-Man calls out, his body forcibly curled up in a bit of an awkward position. He can feel the stomach walls clenching tightly around him, holding him in place. "Let me just get ready and--" C.ap's stomach squeezes out on all sides, not letting the hero finish his sentence. On the outside, the other two onlookers got to watch the S.pider-Man-shaped bulge instantly vanish, returning to a set of abs in only one flex. Grisly crunches and snaps rang out as the kid's body was eviscerated in mere seconds and pumped away. A deep belch blasts out of C.ap, rattling the equipment in the room.

"One flex," C.ap says, patting his stomach gently. "You didn't say anything about prep time."

T.hor and H.ulk were a bit taken back by how quickly that transpired. T.hor clears his throat. "Is he already--?"

C.ap lifts one leg and grunts, blasting out a deep fart. "Yeah. Give me a second." With a bit of work, he gets his pants down and squats over the floor. Thick coils of shit immediately start sliding out and piling up on the ground in a heap. Broken bones litter the soft pile, as well as red and blue scraps of fabric. The pile builds up to C.ap's knees before he grunts and forces the skull out, letting it top the pile, the damaged mask still covering about half of it. In all but an instant, S.pider-Man was dead and left as nothing but a pile of shit.

C.ap stands up and carefully kicks his pants off before looking at the other two. "Still want to go in on this bet? We can call it off now."

T.hor, still confident despite the display, just smiles and thumps a hand to his chest. "Of course! The spider was just a mortal, but I am a god! And no stomach could possibly destroy a god so easily!"

"Alright then. Down you go." C.ap does the same to T.hor as he did to S.pider-Man, pulling him over and engulfing his head. But the muscular A.sgard isn't as easy to slurp down, so the hero has to take hard, thick gulps to get him packed away. Once he's over those broad shoulders, though, the god's muscular body slides down with relative ease. Over his pecs, past his arbs, and then slurping up two thicks legs. His stomach stretches even bigger, at least twice the same as his last meal, and C.ap lets out a belch as T.hor is dropped inside.

"Now, don't hold back on me!" T.hor declares. "I want to at least feel you try, even if you'll--" And like the last meal, T.hor isn't given a chance to finish as the stomach walls close in on him with a mighty flex. He's not decimated the same way S.pider-Man was, but even one clench causes the god's body to fold like a can, two loud cracks ringing out as he's broken in an instant. C.ap relaxes his stomach and it sloshes outward again, hanging low and limp. T.hor is dead, that much is clear, but judging bugling out his gut, not totally taken care of.

"Heh...god of stomach now," H.ulk says with a grin, giving C.ap's gut a jav with one large finger. It makes the hero belch deeply and a red cape ends up getting halfway up and hanging from his jaws. With a tug, it's out, and he lets it drop to the floor with a splat. With another flex of his stomach, it flattens, and T.hor is pumped away.

"Well, it took two, so I guess he won that bet," C.ap says with a slight frown. "But he wasn't in any condition to be let out...hopefully this doesn't cause any problems with the gods." Trying to explain T.hor did this willingly might not go well...but that's a problem for later. C.ap squats down, grunting as he lets out a very booming fart from his ass. Even as food, T.hor is nothing but gassy. Even so, dense logs begin to thump onto the ground, mostly intact bones baked into the heaping pile. It's twice as large as the last one, C.ap notices, as it nearly reaches his ass by the time he's forcing out the last few logs. With a bit of effort, he squeezes the skull out, and stands up with a deep breath.

"You can't possibly believe you'll survive it now," C.ap says, looking up at H.ulk. "Even if it takes more than one flex."

"H.ulk knows," the hero assures. He leans down, grinning. "But H.ulk want little man to try. Take H.ulk-sized shit."

C.ap shakes his head. "No, that's enough. I already killed S.pider-man and T.hor over this, I'm not--" Two large hands wedge themselves into his jaws mid-sentence. H.ulk continues to grin as he forces his thick arms deeper down C.ap's gullet. The big hero, it seems, wasn't asking.

C.ap squeezes his eyes shut as he's forced to take on his biggest meal yet. H.ulk forces himself deeper and deeper, getting his arms down, then forcing his head in. His broad shoulders are easier to take with his arms out of the way, and his massive pecs stretch C.ap's jaws more. By the time he's getting down to the man's waist, C.ap has to take over. He hoists H.ulk's legs up into the air and tilts his head back, letting the thick tree-trunk legs kick as they wiggle down his gullet. He can't even close his jaws behind H.ulk's enormous feet until they're a bulge gliding down his gullet.

C.ap takes a deep breath with his gullet free, left panting after a forceful meal. His stomach is stretched out enough to be touching the ground, fit to burst with a incredibly well-defined H.ulk shape. It takes C.ap a few breaths to get his bearing again. "F-Fine," the man huffs, "if that's how you feel...then just die!" C.ap closes his eyes and squeezes hsi gut as tightly as he can.

The H.ulk survives the longest of them all, if only by a few seconds. He feels his body cave in on itself, his impressive muscles and thick bones forced together in a fight for space. The way they crunch and snap sounds like bricks breaking, and all H.ulk feels is searing pain for the five seconds of awareness he gets before his entire body is mulched down into a thick slosh. Large bones stretch out C.ap's stomach, but he doesn't let up, forcing all of it deeper into him until there's just a lump in his bowels.

C.ap squats down as his middle rumbles. He lets out a belch that could have rivaled one of T.hor's and a bassy fart to match. Then comes his biggest challenge. C.ap's hold is stretched to its limits as H.ulk slides out in massive logs, making the hero groan from the effort of having to pass it. Each log is easily the size of C.ap's thigh but three times as heavy with hose dense it is. There's still plenty of whole bones as well, strong enough to survive the pressure of the hero's stomach.

The pile also smells the worst, even making the predator in question recoil at the stink. It feels like there's no end to it. Each log feels thicker and heavier than the last and hits the ground with a thud, building up a small mountain of shit that's outmatched T.hor's in only two logs. But it keeps going, minutes ticking on as C.ap is left to squeeze it all out.

After nearly ten minutes, the pile comes up to his chest, and there's something blocking the way. C.ap takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and pushes. A massive skull stretches him out and...as embarrassing as it is, makes C.ap cum the second he's forced it through. Some smaller, softer logs follow right after, half burying the skull as the last bits of H.ulk are flushed from C.ap's system.

With a grumble, C.ap gets up, feeling sore as hell now. He takes T.hor's belched-up cape and wipes his ass with it, tossing it onto the owner's pile. The worst part is that he didn't gain anything from those meals. That's why he doesn't process them so quickly unless necessary--it makes all of it flush straight though his system and he has to crap out some 200 pounds of shit per meal. Though guys like T.hor and H.ulk definitely put that number to shame...

When a bunch of the officers invted C.hris to join them for their night of celebratory drinking--something about the new guy's first full day--he tried to decline. "I'm a hungry drunk," he says and tries to get past them. But it doesn't work, and with enough pestering, C.hris finally relents and agrees to come. A few drinks will probably be fine..

The bar was rented out for the night, so it would just be C.hris and the other officers there. It was a good time at first, and C.hris relaxed a bit, drinking a bit more than he told himself he would. It's on his third beer that his stomach lets out a noisy growl, loud enough to get the attention of the others. One of the officers, thinking he's sick, offers to take him to the bathroom and C.hris nods silently. The two go off together, the officer not noticing the taller man drooling as he stares at him.

As soon as the bathroom door closes, C.hris is on the officer in an instant. His drooling jaws engulf the man's face before he can scream and thick gulps start packing him away. The haze of alcohol tells him that it'll be okay, no one will miss one cop, and he'll stop feeling hungry once he's got some meat him in. Though it never does stop at just one.

With a wet slurp, C.hris gets the cop's flailing legs down, his abs bloating outward as an entire human drops inside. He belches harshly, smacking his gut a few times. The pool of booze and fumes of alcohol and gut stench make for a hellish environment, one that the cop starts screaming to be let out of almost immediately.

"Sh...Shhhhut up. They'll hear you..." C.hris smacks his gut again, words slurring out as he scolds his prey. He has to lean against the wall to keep upright with the squirming guy in his gut, but even drunk, C.hris's body knows how to demolish prey. "Just be good food...and digest..." The first flex of his abs results in a wet crunching sound that makes the cop scream even louder. C.hris winces at the noise and flexes them again, resulting in more crunches as his gut compacts. By the third flex, the cop's screaming turns into wet gurgling, and after the fourth, C.hris's stomach is too round and soft to be recognized as a human being. A thick belch rumbles out of him and he gives his stomach a squeeze. "Shhhhhit...still hungry..."

Heading out of the bathroom, C.hris goes to join his coworkers again. One of them asks where the other cop is. C.hris's belly lets out a wet burble and he belches right in the man's face, his breath thick with the stench of beer and meat. "Just killed him...but I'm still hungry." Grabbing the cop, C.hris gives his face a slow slurp, which elicits a shudder and a whimper from his prey. Then C.hris crams the man's head into his jaws and begins to guzzle him down just as greedily as he did the first. The hellish pit of meat slurry still bloating out C.hris's gut makes his prey scream and thrash around when his head enters his gut, but all C.hris has to do is keep shoving him down and he's just another lump curled up in his middle.

The other officers watch quietly as C.hris polishes off another coworkers. He thumps his chest and blasts out a harsh belch. His stomach flexes down and the officer cries out as his body folds like paper. By the third flex, C.hris's stomach is round again, nothing but a bubbling pot gut of boiling stew. He grabs the cop's half-empty beer and takes a swig from it.

"Woah...is he still in there..?" One of the officers, clearly wasted, leans over and pushes down on C.hris's gut. His hand sinks right in with a few wet squelches. It makes the predator belch again and he yanks the officer over by the front of his shirt.

"Go...have a look..." C.hris gets started on his third course, still just as hungry as before despite having devoured and mostly digested two adult men. Now a third is plunging down into his guts, too drunk to fight back or even fully understand what's happening to him. One of the other officers finally moves, grabbing onto the feet sticking out of C.hris's maw. The predator grunts and simply gulps again, sucking down the rest of the first officer and getting his jaws over the wrists of the second. The gulping continues, desperate pleas to be let go muffled as his head is engulfed and he's guzzled down all the same. C.hris's shirt rides up finally, the sheer size of two humans curling up in his gut finally forcing it up.

That only left one cop, the newbie, who ends up pinned under C.hris's stomach soon. The predator finishes off another beer and tosses the bottle side with a thick belch. His bulges guts flex again and again, the two officers yelping and whimpering as their bodies begin to break and cave under the powerful walls. "Fuck...think I'm full..." C.hris huffs. His stomach crunches down one of the officers, making him scream before he caves in on himself, and C.hris belches deeply in the newbie's face.

"S-So you'll let me go, right?" the officer asks, carefully trying to push himself out from under C.hris's gut.

"Huh?" C.hris flexes his stomach again. The second officer lets out a cry before he's crunched down into more gut slop. "No...no, no...I like fresh meat. Newbies get put in the grinder..." C.hris's drooling maw opens wide once more, and he guzzles down his final meal of the night wth greedy, wet slurps.

The next morning, C.hris wakes up with one hell of a hangover. He was sprawled out on the floor of the bar still, his stomach sticking up in the air. It rumbles and groans, several bulges being made from the various bones packed away in his guts. "Aw fuck..." C.hris rubs over his face with a groan. He knew this would happen. Worst part is, he barely remembers last night. Should've eaten that newbie earlier...

Grumbling to himself, C.hris trudges to the bathroom, rubbing over his groaning stomach as it demands release. He plants himself down on the toilet and closes his eyes. A bassy fart echoes in the bowl under him, and with a flex of his guts, soft shit is sliding out to begin filling it up. Eating five officers makes for one hell of a dump. Not one of his biggest, and not one of his most difficult, but definitely an impressive one. Especially with all those bones he passes. It makes C.hris let out soft grunts and grumbles when he feels one stretch his hole.

C.hris slowly lifts himself up the more he pushes out. The bowl fills fast on the first two officers, so when the other three start slopping out, he makes a small mound that sticks out of the toilet and starts falling over the edges. Even so, he's careful not to get any of the waste on him as he passes his colleagues like he would any other food.

The skull of the newbie slides out and C.hris lets out a sigh. He steps out of the stall and yanks his pants up. The toilet is practically buried in the mass of crap he left behind, bones sticking out every which way from the five men who died in the special operative's guts. Not the first time he's crunched down some coworkers, though. Not even close.