Vore and Other Stuff

A commission for an anonymous user here featuring a bear pred, I absolutely love bears & I'm glad I finally have the chance to write 'em. Thank you so much for commissioning me!

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Digestion, Long Digestion, Willing Prey, Reluctant Pred, Bear Pred, Hairy Pred, Teasing, Casual Teasing, Painful Digestion, Belly Worship, Belly Rubs, Burping, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Friend Vore, Size Difference, Gut Bulge, Desperation, Crushing

“Mate, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Olly said, leaning back on the worn-out sofa, scratching his thick beard. His massive frame barely fit into the old piece of furniture, his stomach peeking out from under his grey shirt, showing a bit of that furry belly he was known for. His deep, baritone voice had a hint of confusion and discomfort, as he stared across at his best friend, Jamie, who was pacing nervously.

    “I’m not. I’ve thought about this for ages, Ol. I... I need you to do it,” Jamie muttered, biting his lip. He stood there, thin and wiry, with wide eyes and hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice shook, but there was a stubborn determination in it.

    “Mate, come on. You’re asking me to... eat you. Like, actually eat you,” Olly said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He wasn’t really sure how to handle this. “You don’t just drop this shit on someone over beers, yeah?”

    Jamie stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes pleading. “I know, I know it sounds mental, but... it’s what I want. You’re my best mate, Olly. There’s no one else I’d trust with this. You’ve gotta do it. I’m begging you.”

(ID: CMBigDog)

Walter stretched as he woke up, his tired body giving some small cracks and pops. He yawned, long and low, smacking his dry lips.

Groaning, he pushed himself from his mattress, slowly adjusting to being awake. He paused when he heard the familiar sound of sloshing coming from his midsection.

He quickly looked down at his gut, confused. Then...

"Oh, right."

The day before, Walter had worked as a mall Santa for his local mall. The work was harder than he had expected; He had a 12-hour shift , with only a 30 minute break, and because it was Christmas Eve, the place was packed! He had a constant line of little kids wanting to take photos with him.

At one point, a young man came up to him. He introduced himself as Alex, and said that he wanted to fuck Santa for Christmas. Well, Walter was hungry, and the boy looked tasty. So, Walter took him up on the offer.

They met in the staff room on his break, locking the door behind them so no one could catch them in the illicit act.

After a makeout session and a blowjob, Walter was starving. He grabbed Alex, wrapping him in a bear hug, and devoured him hungrily. The smooth, skinny guy slid inside him easily, expanding his belly hugely. As he finished swallowing the boy, he belched loudly, patting his gut.

"Struggle all you want, boy. No one will find you in there." He slapped his belly as Alex did his best to fight back. The gut was tight, however, and resisted his every move. He was packed in too tight.

"If it makes you feel any better, feeding Santa is better than fucking Santa. You're like my milk and cookies." Walter chuckled at his own joke. Since his break was almost over, he quickly put back on his costume and got back to work.

Work went by quicker, now-- He was in a much better mood, now that he had the nice pressure on his prostate, and he wasn't as tired, between the blowjob and his meal. Yep, Alex would keep him full and happy for the rest of the day.

For the rest of his shift, Walter belched, churned and groaned, enjoying the slow digestion of his prey. He wasn't certain really when his meal expired and started to really digest, but after a couple hours passed, a little boy poked his belly, laughing at how it sloshed and jiggled. His gut stayed active well through the end of his shift.

Not too long after getting home, he was fast asleep in his bed, a satisfied smile on his face.

The next morning, Walter admired himself in the mirror, pleased with his new size. He couldn't help but explore the new mass, giving some pats to test his new jiggle. It was likely he had gained about 15 pounds, most of that weight going to his belly and chest.

He lifted his gut and dropped it, enjoying how its content sloshed when he did. A small burp passed his lips, and he was greeted again with the musky, but slightly sweet taste of Alex.

"Well, kid, I'm glad you could spend the holidays with me." He laughed, and slapped his gut. It was nice to have another live meal; It had been a while. Definitely his favorite Christmas gift.

He paused for a moment, thinking.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeench.

Somehow, out of all the predators of every single kind in the world, you were consumed by one of the worst, if not the worst in the short-lived-Vore category. You were already beginning to feel the ramifications of your actions, whether you went in willingly or not, as his strong stomach muscles begin their process of clenching into you.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeench.

Like a living hydraulic press, or a trash compactor. When you first went in, you were completely immobilized by the tightness as the stomach walls hugged you like a skin-tight suit. However, with each consecutive clench, it grew from being uncomfortable to being painful. Your body was beginning to curl into itself painfully, bending you to a flexibility level you never thought you had, straining your muscles which were beginning to micro-tear due to stretching beyond their capabilities.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeench.

Those muscles you so deeply admired from the outside were cruelly crushing you. Those defined abs were gruelly squeezing you tighter and tighter as you laid inside. The pressure was becoming unbearable, you swear any of your bones would snap any given second.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeench.

It only now sank in how unrelenting the pred is in their treatment towards you as food. Not only that, but in their treatment towards you as an annoyance, something he’d rather be rid of quickly to not hear its whimpers and whines as it digested. He might be saving you from long excruciating hours of digestion in favor of a few minutes of intense crushing, but with the amount of pain you’re feeling you couldn’t wish for anything more than the alternative.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeench.

The predator clenches their muscles once again, each time going stronger than the last, their hands aiding in the compressing process. You’re weak, you can’t fight back the overpowering, dominating muscles belonging to the person who has fully encompassed you, the pressure enough to crack your skull.

Cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeench.

You wake up in darkness, dazed and confused, not knowing where you are. The last thing you remember was washing your hands in the areoplane bathroom when you heard the door open. Seconds later you felt a punch on the back of your head before you lost consciousness.

For a moment you panic, thinking you're blind, but your eyes eventually begin to adjust and you see blurred shapes around you. You shift around to try and get comfortable, but wherever you are is tight and nearly impossible to move in. "Oh, you're awake, I was wondering when you'd finally regain consciousness down there!" You hear a voice say around you.

"What the hell is going on?!" You say, still too confused to process what's happening. "Oh you don't know? I ate you sir! I saw you get on the plane and knew this flight would be much more fun with a cute guy like you in my belly!" You hear the voice say casually. "It's a 12 hour flight and I need something to entertain myself!"

A sinking feeling churns inside you at the word "ate." You'd seen one of the flight attendants eyeing you up as you got on the plane but just assumed he was doing his job. Panic sets in as you realise the fleshy surface around you is the lining of a man's stomach, and that you're sitting in a pool of acid. "Let me out!" You yell, fear taking over your body. "Somebody! I'm trapped in here, this maniac shoved me down his throat!"

Your pleas just lead to laughter that echoes around you, making the walls of the stomach hug you tightly. "Oh, you don't have to worry about being freed or escaping sir, nobody can hear you and I've mastered the art of keeping my stomach flat. As far as the other passengers are aware there's nothing out of the ordinary!" You can tell he's whispering outside, but inside his body his voice echoes around you, making your ears ache.

"You paid for a one way ticket right? Turns out you've got a new destination, me!" He laughs tauntingly, "You'd better get comfy you've got 12 more hours of this!" "12 more hours?!" You yell, "I can't survive that long in your stomach I'll just be soup in a few hours, I'm already starting to itch!" Your flight attendant predator just chuckles; "not to worry sir, you paid for a 12 hour flight so it's my duty to keep you alive for that long!" "Then you'll let me out?!" You ask, hope returning to you. "Oh no, once the flight is over it's no longer my job to keep you safe, you can join the rest of the passengers who've taken this one way trip!" You feel him smack his stomach outside, causing his stomach to shake and pour more juices all over you.

The next 12 hours are hell. You get thrown around in his tight stomach as he moves around the plane, which squeezes you tightly and squishes around you as more acid is poured all over you. The high altitude makes breathing difficult, and your ears feel like they're about to burst inside this humid chamber. As he serves other passengers you kick the walls and scream at the top of your lungs to try and get somebody's attention, but no one can hear you. You hear him laugh and joke with the other attendants when he's on break, they're blissfully unaware that right next to them there's a man being digested alive.

"Why are you doing this?!" You ask, sobbing a little after several hours. Before answering, the attendant takes a deep breath, refreshing your air supply. "Sorry about that, gotta keep bring air into the cabin so you don't pass out!" He laughs. "But yeah I saw you board and decided that I liked you enough to keep you in me during the flight, and after the flight when I finally belch out the air and digest you completely!"

Your body soon stars to itch and blister even more. Even though the attendant is slowing your digestion by sucking in air it doesn't make it any less unpleasant. You're sweating heavily as his hot stomach throws warm juices all over you, making you itch even more. Whenever you try and move you feel his stomach kneeding around you, compressing your body and forcing you into a ball, unable to move at all for hours on end. Your breathing is heavy from all the acid in the air, which stings your throat as it enters your body.

"This isn't fair! I've got a life, I don't want to be digested by someone like you!" You beg, hoping he'll show mercy. "You're on a one way flight to the other side of the world, sir, that usually means you don't have a life at home and you want to start a new one. Well, here's your new life, you get to exist as a part of my body!" He says, sucking in more air to keep you breathing. "I don't want this life though!" You cry. "That's not my problem, sir. Plus it's not like you've got anyone back home to care enough to come looking, otherwise you wouldn't be leaving would you? Face it, you're not getting out whether you want to or not; just submit to my body, it's really quite pleasant!"

You spend the next few hours trying desperately to get someone's attention that you don't even notice the plane landing or the passengers leaving until you hear your predator say "we hope you enjoyed your flight" to the only people who have any chance of helping you. You hear him chat to some of his colleagues, listening to them ask him if he wanted something to eat at the airport. "No thanks, I had a super filling snack on the plane when I was on break!" You hear him say, mocking you as you feel him pat his stomach.

Soon enough you hear a car door open, and your flight attendant gets in and cranks up the radio. "Sorry sir, this is where you flight ends and I finish you off! We hope you enjoyed your trip with us, and we look forward to seeing you again soon!" You hear him say, laughing loudly at his own mocking joke before letting out an almighty "BOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!"

For a few weeks I’d been interning at this photography studio, which exclusively worked with plus-size men as their models. I can’t say I had much of the experience required for the job, I was mostly just there to gawk at all of the beefy bears. Despite my poor performance, the lead photographer called me in one day to supposedly help with an extra special job.

I stood beside the huge hunk I’d be working with, nervously avoiding eye contact with him as he confidently towered over me, completely in the nude. Everything was on show, from his chunky, hairy pecs and belly and equally girthy meat swinging between his thighs. As if I wasn’t already tense, I was suddenly overcome with dread when the photographer revealed what I’d been chosen for: to be eaten by the model for an extra-large belly shot.

The big man shrugged with indifference at the suggestion, turning to face me so he could get straight to the task assigned to him without question. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me off the ground and started stuffing me down his throat with ease. His neck was already broader than my head, only my shoulders being wide enough to make any noticeable bulge from the outside before the rest of me slid through his slimy gullet.

As my body sank into his stomach, it got hotter and hotter until the the conditions inside him were practically unbearable. I pushed back against his stomach walls as they forcefully squeezed me with a steady rhythm, which got a reaction from the man who’d consumed me. “This is intense, I’ve never felt this full. Stop moving around so we can get the shot, you’re giving me a boner!”

He modestly covered up his crotch as he had his picture taken, after which I heard the muffled voice of the photographer giving him further instructions. “Great, now for the next pic, we’ll have to wait until you’ve digested that useless intern and see how much muscle mass you gain from him.” It finally made sense why I’d been selected for this role, it was the prefect opportunity to get rid of me without any hassle.

We were having a guys get away in the family a few months after I turned 18. I was shut away in my room that first night when he started spamming my phone with links to vore comics and captions. He sent a half-assed apology like he meant to send it to someone else, but when he spotted me staring at him as he ate breakfast, he smiled. He pulled me aside. "I've been wanting to do that to the guys for a few years now. How's that for a wish?"

I thought back to the comics. "Would you snuff them out?"

He smirked. "You sure you can ask that?"

He was right. If I hadn't said anything, I could have put some restrictions on the parameters of the wish. But now if I steered him in any way, it'd be like granting my own wish. It wouldn't work.

"Look, if you don't want them hanging off Grandpa's waist or spilling out into the sewer, you can trust I'll let 'em out or grant whatever wish they make when they're stewing in my tank."

He did have a point. There was no way they'd forget to wish to be okay.

"I'll think about it."

Around lunch time, my cousin's stomach growled as we played volleyball in the pool. I glanced over at my grandfather as he watched the college-aged amongst us play. Suddenly, all I could think about were those comics.

I nodded at the old man. My eyes flashed with color. He must've felt something shift when I granted his wish, because he shifted around and smirked.

He didn't do anything but sit there though. Maybe he wasn't hungry. I should have known better. When I dipped off to go piss, he followed me. "Grandpa's gonna start with you."

I shuddered. "What?" I hadn't considered that. I'm the Wish Granter. Everyone wanted me around. If he... There'd be no more wishes for him.

He licked his lips. "Probably can't grant their wishes if you're a steaming pile, can you?" He grabbed me by the shoulder. "But don't worry. I wish it feels nice for my food to digest."

- he's already fat, given his largely sedentary job and his steady diet of gas station junk food. usually wearing a stained tank top, shorts, and boots, his ball gut pokes out over the top of his jeans and wiggles when he walks. but over the last few months, he's been eating more and more - up one pant size and climbing. the chocolate bars, energy drinks, and snack cakes he's been loading his gut up on are starting to take their toll. now his belly squishes up against the underside of his steering wheel when he's driving his big rig, fat jiggling along to the purr of the engine. he really should try and cut back... but when he's coming out of the rest station shower, admiring the sheer heft of his gut in the foggy mirror, he kinda starts to like the look.

- the natural next step is to start filling that fuzzy round gut with people. the first predation event comes as a complete accident. the prey had tried to rob the pred one night out on a lonely stretch of highway after the big rig broke down. the pred had only meant to bite him mid-struggle, but one thing lead to another, and the would-be attacker slipped right down his throat. it had taken him fifteen minutes to squeeze himself back into the driver's seat, battling nausea and the uncomfortable swinging of his gut from side to side. one state later and the screaming form in his gut became a silent sloshing bulge. after that, he'd taken to picking up hitchhikers and swallowing them down in the driver's cabin of his big rig, counting down the miles until they stopped squirming.

- the diet of meat and sugary snacks took its toll on him after a while, though. he felt the first deep belly cramp while parking to rest for the night. only then did he realize that he hadn't taken a shit in almost a week. his taut, straining gut was backed up into the intestines, overfull and squishing where they rested on his thighs. nothing has come out of him for about 300 miles now, and he's starting to feel the strain of his overpacked gut weighing him down. sooner or later he'll have to unload.

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Content: M/M, Anal Vore, Willing Pred, Unwilling Prey, Long-Term Endo, Slow Digestion, Sexual

Ryan had one knee hooked lazily over Dalton’s thigh, the other leg stretched toward the foot of the bed, toes curling faintly against the sheet every time Dalton’s fingers moved just right. His back was half-propped into the headboard, shoulders rolled down, chin dipped, mouth parted in a breath that wasn’t steady. The slow push and curl inside him drew a low sound out of him—half laugh, half groan—and his stomach shifted against the back of Dalton’s hand with each flex of muscle around those fingers.

Dalton was sitting cross-legged beside him, hip against hip, leaning in enough that his shoulder brushed Ryan’s bicep. His wrist was turned inward, thumb riding the outside curve of Ryan’s thigh as he worked those fingers in deeper, knuckles pressing a fraction before slipping past. He could feel the way Ryan’s body answered him—heat tightening, then loosening again as if testing how far he’d let himself open. “God, you’re—” Dalton broke off to wet his bottom lip, the pad of his thumb brushing higher without thought, “—you’re swallowing me whole in there.” He was timid in the way he said it, finger-deep and still shy.

First time there and all that. You were lost in all the handsome men just minding their business chit chatting.

So of course you don’t notice the big handsome lug just casually ass out on the folding chair.

You hit your shin and dive face first in his ass!

So now your head is between his buttcheeks, the man ever so ignorant as he’d currently inebriated thanks to some booze hidden out of his view as his anal muscles suddenly contract and grip you as your body is suddenly being pulled in!

Muffled noises but you can’t struggle as everyone is in their own world, including the man whose ass was currently inhaling you with reckless abandon.

You’d think he’d come to his senses but then you hear a loud snore despite you being pushed, pulled and gripped, forced to take this strange punishment until you were pushed in what must have been his stomach cavity.

You felt your feet slide in and the tiniest fart escaped the man’s heavy glutes and once you were completely crammed in did the man wake up.

Half asleep, still completely drunk. He looked up and wondered what that noise was. Everyone around still not giving him some mind but he yawned and was just happy he was suspiciously full.

All he had to do was give himself 5 seconds to realize he had a full grown man currently fighting for his life in his stomach, but all he did yawn excessively loud and went back to sleep.

(source @/bearsnjeans , unknown gainer)

Groaning effortfully, Bill made his best attempt to button his jeans around his distended paunch. The churning gut hung low on his waist, pushing his fly as far apart as possible. After a couple failed attempts at putting his jeans on, Bill gave up, dropping his waistband.

"Heh...you really put some weight on me, kid." He slapped the side of his gut, smiling as the contents sloshed side to side. Bulges popped out of the gut here and there as his meal started to stir again. Bill quickly went to ease this by rubbing circles over his paunch, patting the hairy globe intermittently. "Sorry, buddy. Didn't know you were still here. You can go right back to sleepin'..." He continued to massage his belly as the shifting slowed, and he felt the boy inside him sigh before stilling again. "Yea... that's right, bud. Just let good ol' Bill take care of ya..."

Bill gave his gut two gentle pats before leaning back and closing his eyes, basking in the heaviness of his body.

Chris was a young guy who had decided to stay home and work a contractor job after graduation, rather than go off to college like most of his classmates in the area. Bill was a friendly neighbor who would ask Chris over to work on an endless laundry list of tasks. Dripping sink, squeaky hinge, putting boxes in the attic.. Chris was over there for hours and hours each week. The two men got along pretty well, and became a bit more than friendly after a couple weeks. Kisses led to belly rubs, belly rubs led to blowjobs...you get the gist.

And now, here the young man was, on the journey of being processed and added to Bill's fat pot. 195 pounds of lean, pretty-boy meat. Bill smacked his lips and sighed, thinking of the boy's face as he was devoured; Eyes wide open, shocked at first, before calming and settling with a warm smile. Bill thought back to the boy's last words to him, as his head was surrounded by Bill's hairy lips. "I'm ready to become a part of something bigger than myself." Bill would have laughed at the dad-joke had he not had his mouth full.

Bill sat back, reclining on his favorite chair, and grabbed a nearby blanket to pull over his exposed chest and paunch. The groaning and churning in his belly had increased in volume at this point, signaling that the boy in his belly was likely well on the way to being digested. As he closed his eyes to nap and sleep Chris off, he thought of how many more inches the boy would add to him. Three? Four?

I was always pretty good at biology, but since studying it at university I’d grown to love it. Things had been going so well both in class and outside, I’d been getting new grades and making new friends.

This week, we were studying the human body, and our professor had put us all with random partners for a group project. I was paired up with Sean, a handsome athletic guy who had a cute smile and just radiated sex appeal. His muscles would often bulge through his tight shirts and his ass always looked amazing in his trousers, looking plump but firm.

Each group was given a different area of the body to work on, we were supposed to do research and present our findings after the weekend. Sean and I were given the digestive system, not what I would’ve picked but it could’ve been worse. Sean and I arranged to meet at his place that night so we could work on it.

I arrived at his flat and he invited me in. It was pretty clean for a guy who lived alone, and I was pretty stoked to be there as I knew he was gay so maybe something else could happen. “So I was kind of thinking that we look at some studies and maybe try and get the intro done tonight and carry on tomorrow?” I said. “Well, I was actually thinking the best way to study the digestive system was up close and personal” he said, with a sly grin.

Before I could reply he lunged forward at me and pushed me onto the bed. At first I figured he was horny and wanted to get some action, so I played ball and leaned in for a kiss. I was quickly corrected when instead of kissing me, he licked my face from my chin to my forehead, lathering it up with saliva. I was stunned for a moment as I processed what was happening to me. “What’s the matter?” Sean asked, laughing. “Everyone knows the digestive process begins when your food touches your tongue!”

Without warning he moved his face closer to me and let out a warm, slimy belch. “BOUUUUUUUUURP!” Spit shot out of his mouth as the noisy burp rang in my ears, smelling strongly of beer and pretzels. “Dude what the fuck?!” I yelled at him. “Get your hands off me!” I tried to pull away but Sean was gripping my shoulders too tight so I could hardly move at all.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like the first hand experience?” Sean laughed, clearly enjoying my struggles. He lapped my face again with his wet, slimy tongue before letting out another strong OUUUUUUUURP! “There’s more of this where you’re going, don’t you worry!” He said, smiling maliciously at me. “What are you talking about?!” I asked, still trying to wriggle free from his arms. Sean just patted his torso and winked. “You’re going in here!” He laughed. “Although you’re taking the back door entrance.”

With that, he turned around and showed off his round, thick butt. “I figured that everyone knows how the front end works, maybe it’ll bump my grade up if I think outside the box and send food up the other way!” He said, looking down at me from behind. “Plus I’d much rather you get to look at the more important parts of my system before I digest you!”

Before I could protest he pulled his underwear down and exposed his bare ass in front of me. Sean then slammed his ass down onto my face, landing on me with a heavy thud. I tried to scream but my mouth was covered by the mounds of ass I was trapped under. “What’s that bro? I can’t hear you! I’ll just assume you’re saying how much you’re enjoying yourself!” I heard Sean say, laughing.

After a few seconds I felt the impossible. His hole began to stretch over my face, practically engulfing it. After a few seconds I felt my head begin to sink into Sean’s ass and he let go of the back of my head, letting his hole do the job. I tried to pull away but his hole’s grip was too tight, unwilling to give up it’s prize for anything. While I continued to be pulled in (with my entire head now engulfed) I felt Sean’s arm moving up and down, paired with moans of pleasure. He was fucking masturbating!

“I know we weren’t doing the reproductive system but I figured I’d get some enjoyment out of it anyway” he said, moaning in ecstacy. It didn’t last too long though, as soon as my head collided with his prostate he let out a roar of pleasure and I assumed his business was done. Not that I could see, obviously, I was too busy getting shoved up his juicy ass.

Things were dark and slimy as I got pulled further in, his ass squeezed and stretched around me to accommodate my body. By now I was up to my chest and showed no signs of stopping. Sean would clench his cheeks every now and then to increase the suction and speed the process up. Pretty soon my own ass had disappeared inside Sean’s, I desperately let out muffled screams and trashed for my life but nothing was helping. Sean’s ass was so tight that I could barely move my upper body anymore.

Moments later only my feet were left wiggling outside Sean’s hole. I felt him clench his ass cheeks and they were swiftly sucked up too, trapping me inside his body. “So are you gonna tell me what it’s like in there or am I supposed to guess?” I heard him say outside. “What are you talking about? Just let me out!” I yelled inside him as I travelled further up his rectum. “No can do buddy. But I still want to get a good grade on this assignment, so just tell me what it’s like from your perspective and things will go smoothly.” “No way am I helping you!” I shouted, my voice still pretty muffled; I wasn’t prepared to help someone who was threatening to digest me into ass fat. 

Sean didn’t say anything, he just flexed his ass muscles. Immediately the tight chamber I was being held in constricted around me, crushing my body. I let out a wince of pain as his ass tightened over my weak form. “If you don’t want any more of that you’ll stop fucking whining and tell me!” He growled. “Or don’t, either way I get enjoyment out of feeling you squirm down there!”

“Ok fine!” I set, giving in. “It’s strangely wet and slimy, and I feel like I’m being pushed further into your body.” “Yeah that’s normal, you’ll just go up into my stomach rather than fall down into it. This always keeps my ass nice and juicy.” He said, slapping his bubbly cheeks and making me tremble.

“What about the sounds, hear anything interesting in there little man?” He asked. “Your body rumbles a lot.” I replied, feeling miserable at how that was probably him getting ready to digest me alive. “Yeah, getting ready to churn it’s food once you’re in my stomach” he said, slapping his belly, which I could feel getting nearer as every second passed.

From then it took less than a minute for me to complete my journey to Sean’s stomach. I broke through the bottom and was briefly submerged in a pool of acid while I was pushed up into his belly, making my face sting. Once I was in there I could immediately feel his body kick in and start to break me down. “What’s the stomach like dude?” He asked curiously. “Hot, sweaty and slimy, and it smells like acid and burnt food too. I hate it in here, can’t you just let me out?” I asked, my skin was already starting to break out in red spots as acid was spewed all over me.

“No way! Do you just let out a prime steak once it’s in your stomach? No, you let your body claim it. And I’m letting mine claim you!” Sean was busy rubbing his large gut with me inside it. His stomach was so tight that I had no space to myself, my face was forced up against the walls of my fleshy prison. Once his hand brushed past it he stopped and gave it a squeeze, feeling me up. “Damn I can practically see the outline of your cute little face on my belly!” He laughed, poking and prodding me. “You don’t look too happy in there, but don’t worry you won’t have a face once you’re digested so you don’t have think about how you’ll look anymore!”

A few hours went by and things were getting really unpleasant. My body felt so weak and Sean’s stomach only threw more digestive juices into it’s living prize. Sean gave his belly a slap, which to me felt like I’d been thrown against a brick wall. “I’ve got some more questions for you little man, I really want to study how the body treats its food, so I was wondering what you looked like down there?” He asked, before letting out a noisy, wet BWAAAAAAAARP!

“My skin’s red, my clothes are pretty much gone and my hands and feet look like they’re starting to melt” I moaned, my voice hoarse, I didn’t protest in case he decided to punish me again. “Nice dude, this’ll really get me a good grade!” I could feel him fondling his belly again, pinching and squeezing my weak form. I could feel every agonizing squeeze as my predator played with his belly, my body ready to fall apart. He clearly couldn’t tell how weak I was as he was making my skin burn and my bones crunch inside me. I tried to say something, but then he gave one final, powerful squeeze of his thick belly and I immediately lost consciousness.

Outside, Sean felt my body finally fall apart and collapse into his stomach acid. “Whoops!” He said, giggling a little as he felt me die inside him. This didn’t stop him playing with his belly. He took great pleasure in feeling what was left of my body crunch and turn to mush as his body got ready to digest my remains. He stood up at his desk where he’d been writing his findings and took a look at his ass. “Damn, shoving them up there always makes it so big!” He said to himself. “You really added a lot there buddy!” He said triumphantly while my corpse floated inside him. “Plus I should ace this assignment as well! I’ll just tell the professor that you never showed up so I decided to do it on my own. Maybe he’ll give me extra credit for working without a partner too!”

—

Dad came home from a fresh workout at the gym.

He had been working on himself for the past year, really shaping up his body…

Unlike his son. Means well, but the typically college dropout. Promising future, but didn’t push himself hard enough. Now it’s a “I’ll go back soon” or “gonna change majors and try again”.

So there dad was, just out the shower, admiring himself in the mirror.

“Hey son! Can you come here?” Exclaimed dad as he continued looking.

He heard the footsteps of his son when he opened the bathroom door.

“Yeah dad what’s up?” Asked his son.

His dad turned, looked at him as he rolled his pants down.

“Tell me son, what do you think?” As he exposed his ass.

His son wasn’t disturbed, not like this was the first time he’s done this.

“Well yeah. It’s an ass alright.” He said in a forward tone.

“Well yeah but son this is going to sound crazy but lately I’ve been trying to work on my glutes. I’m not hitting my gains but seeing you not doing anything… how about you get yourself in there?”

Dad gave his son the sad puppy dog eyed look to which is son gave a puzzled look.

“Well yeah I’m not really doing anything dad. I guess I’ll do it sure.”

His dad looked quite perplexed.

“Serious? I mean. You know I’m going to let you out right?”

A pause in the room, suddenly his son shrugged.

“That makes sense, not like I’m doing anything with my life anyways.”

Before his dad could react, his son came over; got on his knees and guided both of his arms between his dad’s ass as his hole accepted the offering as it started to pull him inside.

Dad moaned loudly, looking at the reflection In the mirror as his son’s head was already inside his hungry butt as dad could only keep his asscheeks spread as he was having a filing meal.

He watched his son’s body be continually pulled it. Dad tried to be respectful, but his cock was at immediate attention, moaning between anal reflexes as his son was bumping and knocking against his prostate.

“Fuck son… yeah keep it up. Let m-my hungry ass take you…”

Dad would act like he’s helping. He’d grunt and squat, his ass muscles were doing 1000% of the work as his son was slowly lifted off the floor as his lower half was being pulled inside.

By the way his son was moving, he could only hope he was enjoying himself in there.

Dad continued watching, his stomach slowly expanding as his son was pushed up his guts. The way his guts were jerking; he would know that his son wouldn’t make it all the way into his stomach completely. His ass was working hard on its meal and it would be dammed to let his son slide completely into his stomach to be belly fat.

Dad moaned in between the larger thrusts, cum leaking on the floor as his sons legs and feet slid between his ass as his son was completely devoured by his dads powerful ass.

“Damn son. Didn’t expect you to go willingly. I would wait until tonight to completely devour you, but it seems my ass already had plans for you of course.”

Kane was at the doctor's office. His asshole had been stinging like a motherfucker for the last few days and he finally decided he'd get it checked out, in case he'd seriously damaged it. He didn't plan on telling the doctor he'd hurt it by shoving three people in one day up his ass because he was hungry, if he asked he was just going to say he was a fan of large dildos.

He'd been there about 20 minutes and things were going smoothly. Dr Clarke had asked some pretty awkward questions but nothing that would expose Kane's anal predatory nature. He didn't know where his gift came from but all he knew was that his ass was usually starving, and needed a man up there to keep it full.

"Yeah your hole is probably just overworked, give it some time to rest and it should be back to normal in a few more days. I'll prescribe some painkillers in the meantime" the doc said, reaching for his notebook.

"Fuck" Kane thought to himself. He would've stocked up on a fresh guy if he knew he'd have to wait a few days. "Thanks doc" he said, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"I'll take a quick look down there just to make sure it all looks in order before you head off" Clarke said while putting a pair of gloves on. This sparked a glimmer of happiness inside Kane. The good doctor wasn't that big, a short but skinny guy in his late 20s, so Kane figured he wouldn't put too much strain on his fragile hole. He'd certainly sucked bigger guys up his ass in the past.

Kane stood up and bent over the table, dropping his trousers and exposing his firm, bubbly ass to the doctor. "Well one thing's for sure, you're certainly not running out of ass fat for a good while!" Clarke joked, chuckling a little. He got on his knees and parted Kane's cheeks with his hand, exposing his hungry hole.

"It's a little red, but friction is bound to cause some visual damage" he said, flashing a torch on the hole. He placed a finger on Kane's asshole to make sure there was no swelling and that was when Kane took his moment to pounce. Before Dr Clarke had time to react his finger was pulled into Kane's hole with some force.

"That's funny, I haven't even put vaseline on" he said, feeling his hand sink further in. Kane just smiled.

"Yeah it's naturally pretty open sometimes you don't even need lube, I'd just use your other hand to get it out!" He said, slyly. Clarke complied, placing his other hand on Kane's hole. Instead of pulling his left hand out his right one was also caught by his grip. Kane moaned quietly, the feeling of a man being sucked up his ass never failed to turn him on, no matter how sensitive his hole was.

"Yeah I think that's just made things worse" Clarke said nervously, trying to free his hands, which were now completely consumed by Kane's hole.

"Just try and relax, they should just come out on their own" Kane said from above. The doctor took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, hoping his hands would just slip out. Little did he know this would make things worse. Kane's ass really shifted into gear, pulling Clarke up to his elbows in seconds. The inside of Kane's ass was surprisingly slimy, able to pull its prey further into his rectum with ease.

"What the fuck? What's wrong with your ass?!" The doctor shouted, panic in his voice as he desperately tried to break free from Kane's voracious grasp.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just hungry" he laughed, now audibly moaning as the doctor's arms brushed against his prostate. "NURSE!" He screamed, trying to get somebody's attention. "Oh no you don't!" Kane shouted, slamming his ass forward and consuming Clarke's face. His screams were immediately muffled, as his hole opened further to accommodate the man.

Clarke's head and shoulders were swiftly pulled in by Kane's ass, which increased its suction as his hole got gradually wider. Within a minute of putting his finger on Kane's hole, Clarke had been pulled up to his chest. His legs kicked in midair, trying in vain to grip onto something. Nothing was able to free him from Kane's grasp though, his body was only pulled further into Kane's wet, slimy rectum.

As more of Dr Clarke brushed Kane's prostate he moaned in ecstasy, grabbing his erect cock. It only took a few tugs before he shot a thick, creamy load all over the office carpet. He had to stop himself from screaming with pleasure as to not attract any unwanted attention from nurses or patients outside.

After orgasming Kane let his ass go to town on the doctor, who was now up to his knees. In a few more powerful flexes Clarke's body was completely gone, trapped inside Kane's tight, hungry rectum. "Fuck that felt amazing!" He moaned, pulling up his trousers and laughing as he jiggled his meaty, bubbly cheeks.

"HELP! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Clarke screamed. Kane's rectum was tight and boiling, making Clarke's body sweat and rub along the walls of his ass. "Scream all you like, no one can hear you inside my thick ass, all this fat keeps it soundproof, and now you get to add to it!"

"What do you mean add to it? You're gonna let me out right?! You can't just keep me in here I've got a boyfriend waiting for me at home!" Clarke pleaded, hoping the predator would take pity on him. "I can do whatever I like to anyone, I'm a pred and you're my prey, just like a deer doesn't get to tell a wolf what to do!" Kane responded, gleefully fondling his new ass. "Maybe I'll pay your boy a visit and show him where you've gone, it'll be like a little reunion, looks like your home address is here on the table." Kane laughed, moving over to the Doctor's desk.

Clarke tried to respond but Kane just flexed his ass muscles, squeezing and crushing his helpless prey's body before he could speak. The slime dripping down the walls of Kane's ass had started to break down Clarke's body, seeping into his skin and starting to absorb him. "Please, it's starting to sting my skin, I just want to come outside for air!" His voice was full of fear and exhaustion, caused by Kane's ass continuing to squeeze and constrict his skinny body.

Kane just smirked as the man inside his ass begged for his life. Heleft the doctor's office, with Clarke still alive and squirming inside him, he could tell that by now he was too exhausted to scream loud enough to attract attention. He went to the front desk and handed the receptionist the last prescription that Dr Clarke ever wrote before being turned into ass food. The receptionist handed him a bottle of pills from under her desk and Kane left the building.

All the while Clarke tried to shout, but his voice hurt whenever he made a sound. He could feel his bones creaking as Kane's ass continued to crush his body. He walked past several doctors and nurses, a few of them he heard asking where about doctor Clarke had gotten to. Kane just smiled, knowing that he was packed tightly inside his meaty ass, writing in agony as his body continued to digest the doctor. Kane soon reached his car and got in.

I know I said I’d do anything to thank this fireman for saving my life when my apartment caught fire, but letting him swallow me with his ass kind of defeated the purpose of saving me didn’t it? I mean once that ass slurped me up, I wouldn’t be coming back out again. Still, when I think about how he’d bravely carried me out of that burning building, I can’t help but feel grateful. I wanted to repay him in any way possible, and if that meant feeding myself to the brave firefighter’s ass, then that’s what I was going to do.

*Well I guess this beats burning alive back in there* I think to myself, as I strip down. Looking up I see he’s already pulled off his heavy, flame resistant jacket and exposed his fine ass. *Hehe out of the frying pan and into the fire? More like out of the fire and into the fireman’s ass* I think, inwardly cringing at how stupid that sounds, although it was pretty accurate.

“Thanks for letting me do this, kid. I really needed it.” The man says as I kneel down behind him.

“Well, thank you for saving my life. Burning to death in a fire wasn’t really how I wanted to go” I reply, gazing at the sexy ass that I’m about to disappear into.

“Yeah but I’m sure you weren’t expecting to end up digesting in a fireman’s ass either.”

I chuckle at that as he steps back and lowers his ass down on my head. My head pushes between those ass cheeks of his and I feel his hungry hole spreading over my face. *Whelp this is it, I’m about to be eaten by a man’s ass* I think as my head fully slips into his warm, tight ass. I hear a muffled moan from outside as he starts to sit back and put some pressure on me causing his hole to stretch over my shoulders and down my chest, meanwhile internal muscles squeeze and pull at my head, trying to drag me deeper. It’s an almost pleasant feeling, slipping further and further into his ravenous insides, and I actually feel my cock beginning to harden a bit. I know I should be scared of the fact that I’m being devoured by this firefighter’s ass, and I am a bit, I mean I don’t want to die, but he saved my life, so it’s only fair that it’s also his to take if he wants. Plus I try to reconcile with it by telling myself that I’ll be giving him energy to to his job even better and save more lives. Besides, at this point I feel like even if I changed my mind and wanted out, he wouldn’t let me out anyways. Nope, I’m ass food now for this heroic firefighter and my fate is to be digested and broken down by his beautiful ass. Strangely that idea excites me as well as terrifies me.

Far quicker than I thought possible, his ass slurps down my stomach and takes in my waist. I hadn’t realized how hard I was until my rock hard member was sliding against his slick internal muscles. It only takes a couple seconds of those muscles squeezing over me and my cock before it erupts, splattering me and the intestine walls around me with my load in the most intense orgasm of my life. As I lay there, limp and panting inside him, I felt his hungry ass take in my legs and then get all the way to my feet, which were wedged neatly between his asscheecks.

Suddenly I feel the fireman’s body jerk like he’s been startled, followed by a flurry of movement. I’m surprised when I feel the thick fabric of his fireman pants brushing against my feet as he pulls them up. Then I feel a rocking motion as he starts to run.

Outside, the fireman had been just about to reach back and push the last of his ass meals feet into him when he’d heard his name being called shouted from the street. Knowing they’d come looking for him next, he quickly tugs up his pants, grinning a bit as he still feels the young man’s feet nestling between his cheeks. He’d go see what his fellow firemen needed and then he’d send the boy the rest of the way into his ass when he was alone. Jogging back to the fire truck, one of the members of his team shouts “There you are! C'mon we’ve got another one across town!”

Swearing under his breath he jumps into the passenger side of the fire truck, stifling back a moan as his butt hits the seat and he feels the boy’s feet be pressed into his hole, which seals up behind them. He would’ve preferred the satisfaction of pushing the guy the rest of the way in himself, but he has a job to do, and that comes before his personal pleasure.

“You’re in my seat bub.” He smirked and huffed his chest at you in response.

You however didn’t notice. Too busy in your own world trying to get yourself used to the gym; it was your first day after all.

It was too bad that you were still unaware, fidgeting with your headphones as this man was lumbering behind you.

“Sorry runt im in a hurry and you’re in my spot.”

He grabbed your headphones and chucked them off. You whip around to complain but your face is instantly pressed against Marks hairy rump as his ass engulfs your head!

He grunts and flexes his anal muscles as you struggle, becoming nothing but ass food in the process!

Your body is pushed, gripped and pulled deeper inside until your feet are wiggling outside his buttcheeks until Mark sits down; pushing your feet inside his hungry ass as he quickly devoured you faster than you could react.

You squrimed as best as you could, trapped helplessly in Marks ass. You tried to call for help, all for naught of course. The gym was empty save for the part timer working the front counter.

“Dad, stop! Fucking stop! Please, don’t do this!” the boy screamed, struggling, but his other leg quickly followed the first.

“What’s the matter now? Begging already? Where’s that big mouth of yours now, huh?” he taunted, inch by inch swallowing his son, savoring every movement.

By the time he reached his hips, the boy was thrashing in full panic, his hands flailing wildly. “Keep going, fight, you little shit! I love it when they squirm!” he laughed, rubbing his growing belly, which was already shifting as it started to fill.

“Dad! Please! I’m sorry!” the boy’s voice was muffled now as his torso disappeared.

“Oh no, it’s too late for that. Now you’re exactly where you belong—inside me.” One final, loud gulp, and his son was gone completely.

My dream has finally come true, after so many years of being denied what I wanted. I always loved watching my big bellied uncle bring home some boys for his special meals. He would strip them and lick them all over, enjoying their flavor and the fight they would try to put up. But he was a big man and very strong, and every time they would end up getting slurped down into his big belly. I would lay on his huge gut, enjoying the feeling of the boy struggling inside, feeling jealous that they got to become a part of my uncle’s beautiful body while I was stuck outside. Though every now and then he would give me some of what I wanted and would scoop me up and shove me into his waiting mouth. Then he would swallow and chew, his teeth lightly grazing my skin and making me feel so good as his tight throat pulled me down. I would moan in delight as I was consumed until my feet were pulled into his maw and he would lick and suck on my small feet for a few minutes before finishing me off. As I curled up in the gut I loved so much I would get comfy and enjoy the feeling of him madly jacking off while also rubbing his gut. But sadly it wouldn’t last. After only a few hours he would finally start to push and lift his gut, then carefully shove me back up his throat until I would fall out of his mouth, covered in spit and stomach juices, my skin a little red from the start of digestion. I would be disappointed he didn’t finish me off and he would just shrug and say I wasn’t ready yet. This was enough to keep me happily waiting for the day I would make the trip for the last time.

After years of this I was now a short and skinny teen of nineteen, still waiting, still getting swallowed down every now and then. But today, the wait was finally over. He came home from work and told me he was starting his vacation and the first thing he wanted to do have me for dinner. Then he would spend the rest of his vacation digesting me and enjoying the new layer of fat I would become. I was thrilled, the moment I had dreamed of was here. So I ran to the bathroom and took an extra long shower, making sure I was scrubbed good and clean. I started to put on some clothes, but then just tossed them in the trash. I wouldn’t need them any more. Naked and smelling like body wash, I made my way into the kitchen where my uncle was waiting, also naked and with a large roasting pan on the counter. 

I was confused at first. Was he going to cook me? He had never cooked any of the many boys he had devoured over the years. 

Seeing my confusion, he smiled and said it was just for some pics to remember me by, so feeling relieved I climbed up on the counter as he put some veggies in the pan. He then had me lay down in the pan and put a few extra veggies on top of me, and as a last touch, placed an apple in my mouth and a long thick carrot was slowly shoved up my ass up to the green leaves. It felt so incredible laying there, knowing I was his meal just waiting for the best part as he took some seasonings and sprinkled them on me. So here I am, his skinny little piggy dinner. He took his camera and took many pictures from all angles, drool escaping his mouth and his cock rock hard. He wanted this as much as I did.

He then set the camera aside and stood over me, looking so beautiful and giving me a wicked grin. I couldn’t stand it anymore and moaned and whimpered at him, my eyes begging for him to eat me. 

Reaching under my arms he picked me up and brought me to eye level, then with a wink, he opened wide and slurped my whole head into his mouth with ease. It was so quick and the suction so powerful it pulled the apple from my mouth and sent it to the back of his mouth. I watched as with a quick swallow the apple was sent down to the waiting belly and I was pulled in further, my shoulders sucked in and his lips closing just below my nipples. His tongue got to work, tasting me all over and playing with my sensitive nips sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. He then began to chew on me as well as the occasional swallow, slowly pulling me further into his mouth. He was going nice and slow, clearly wanting to enjoy every bit of me, while I was in sensory overload, my eyes rolled back in my head as the intensity of the pleasure I felt left me weak and limp. I was in up to my waist now and I could tell from the vibrations and gentle movements he was jacking off with one hand while the other helped hold me steady. He then opened wide and with another deep swallow pulled my bony ass into his drooling mouth, the large carrot still buried deep inside me. Instantly his tongue assaulted my throbbing cock and after a few licks I tensed up and screamed out in primal joy as I unloaded my last blast of cum, coating his playful tongue, and some even trickling down my body. He moaned at the additional taste I provided and tilted his head back, letting gravity help pull me in so I was swallowed up to my knees. I was still overwhelmed with pleasure as he swallowed again, leaving nothing but my feet sticking out of his mouth. Then I felt him push my feet slowly into his mouth, his tongue working its way all over them, even between all of the toes. I was half in his belly now, waiting for the final swallow, and when it came, I cried out in joy as my wish was finally fulfilled. It didn’t take long for my legs to join the rest of me and I curled up into a comfortable fetal position as I felt his large hands rubbing all over his gut.