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The other guys hooted and hollered, egging Colby on as he stared at Dylan, half in disbelief and half in something else—a fucked-up mix of curiosity and whatever liquid courage he’d chugged down. Colby’s cheeks flushed, either from the booze or the sudden spotlight Dylan had just thrown on him.

“Dude, you’re outta your mind,” Colby scoffed, trying to laugh it off. “That’s some freaky-ass shit.”

“Aw, come on,” Dylan taunted, leaning back with his arms behind his head like he’d already won. “What’s the matter? Too chicken? Don’t worry, I won’t even digest you… this time.”

The room erupted in laughter, the jeers and catcalls bouncing off the walls, making Colby feel like he was shrinking even further into the worn-out cushions of the couch. Dylan was loving every second of it, the way Colby squirmed under the scrutiny, trying to figure out if Dylan was serious or just fucking with him like always.

Colby glanced around at the expectant faces, his friends all watching, waiting. The heat of their attention made his skin itch, his nerves buzzing with the need to prove them wrong. Dylan’s smirk was still plastered on his face, that arrogant look that made Colby’s blood boil, daring him to do something about it.

Colby set his beer down with a thud, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to spilling. “Fuck it,” he muttered, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. “You’re on, asshole. But if you fucking digest me, I swear to God, I’m haunting your ass.”

Dylan laughed, deep and loud, clapping his hands together like he’d just scored the winning touchdown. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. Get ready, ‘cause once you’re in, there’s no going back.”

He cracked his neck and rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling with the kind of excitement that made Colby’s stomach flip. Without another word, Dylan grabbed Colby by the shirt, yanking him closer and giving him a once-over like he was sizing up his next meal.

“Hope you’re flexible,” Dylan said, half-joking, half-serious as he popped his jaw, opening his mouth wide. “You’re about to find out what it’s like to be lunch.”

Colby’s heart pounded in his chest, the reality of the situation sinking in as he felt the heat of Dylan’s breath wash over him. He could see the slick, wet darkness of Dylan’s throat, the muscles flexing in anticipation. It was fucked up. It was insane. But with all eyes on him and Dylan’s grip like a vice on his shirt, Colby didn’t see any way out of this without looking like a total bitch.

With one last, shaky breath, Colby braced himself, closing his eyes as Dylan’s mouth stretched impossibly wide, the wet, slick heat of it already pulling him in.

“Bon appétit, bitch,” Dylan mumbled around him, the sound muffled and warped as he took the first gulp, Colby’s head slipping past his lips and into the tight, constricting tunnel of his throat.

Colby’s protests were cut short as Dylan’s throat muscles clamped down, dragging him further into the darkness. He could feel the squeeze around his shoulders, the slick walls pressing in on all sides. His muffled curses were lost in the gurgle and groan of Dylan’s gut preparing to make room for him.

“Holy shit, dude, he’s actually doing it,” Brad laughed, watching in disbelief as Dylan’s throat bulged with Colby’s form, his belly already starting to swell as more of Colby was swallowed down.

Dylan just grunted, his focus on the task at hand, every swallow pulling more of Colby into the tight confines of his expanding gut. He could feel Colby squirming, the occasional kick or push against the walls of his throat, but Dylan just grinned around his meal, taking his time, enjoying every second of Colby’s reluctant descent.

Colby tried to shout, to tell Dylan this was enough, but every attempt was drowned out by the wet, relentless pull of Dylan’s throat. The tightness around him grew more oppressive, the air growing thinner as Dylan’s grip on his waist tightened, shoving him further down.

“Fuck, man, this is... this is nuts,” Colby gasped, his voice barely audible as his chest was squeezed tight, his head now fully lodged in the cavern of Dylan’s stomach.

Dylan paused, panting slightly, his tongue flicking over his lips as he glanced down at the bulge in his gut. He rubbed a hand over the swollen mass, chuckling as he felt Colby’s movements slow, the reality of his situation sinking in.

“See, told you I could do it,” Dylan said, a little breathless but still smug as hell. “Guess you’re stuck with me now, huh?”

Colby’s muffled response was lost, but Dylan didn’t care. He let out a deep belch, the sound echoing in the small room and drawing more laughter from the guys around him.

“Damn, bro, you taste even better than you look,” Dylan teased, giving his belly a satisfied pat as he leaned back, basking in the attention and the feel of Colby squirming inside him.

The night was still young, and with Colby tucked away in Dylan’s gut, it looked like things were just getting started.

Dylan leaned back on the couch, his belly swollen and tight, Colby squirming visibly inside. He grinned, running his hand over the rounded curve of his gut as his friends watched, half in awe and half in disbelief. Brad, Hunter, and Corey were all gathered around, beers in hand, leaning in close to get a better look at the human-sized meal Dylan had just swallowed whole.

"Fuck, man, you really did it," Hunter said, shaking his head with a laugh. He leaned down, pressing his ear against Dylan’s bloated stomach, listening to the muffled, frantic noises coming from within. “Holy shit, dude, I can hear him in there. He’s freaking out.”

Dylan burped loudly, patting his gut as it gurgled loudly in response. "Yeah, he’s not loving it too much," Dylan said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "But hey, a bet’s a bet, right? Colby knew what he was signing up for."

Inside, Colby was struggling, his arms and legs pushing uselessly against the walls of Dylan’s stomach. The tight, humid space squeezed him from all sides, every movement met with the relentless churn of digestive juices starting to bubble up around him. He could feel the heat rising, the stinging burn of acid nipping at his skin, but his screams were drowned out by the thick, sloshing noise of Dylan’s gut getting to work.

"Bro, you gotta let me out! This shit ain’t funny anymore!" Colby’s muffled voice echoed from inside, barely audible but panicked, his words broken up by gasps as the air grew thinner and the pressure around him increased.

Dylan just laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made his gut ripple. "Nah, man, you’re staying put. We got a long night ahead of us, and I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make it a real good time." He drummed his fingers on his belly, feeling Colby’s struggles intensify with every mocking pat.

Brad, ever the instigator, leaned in closer, tapping on Dylan’s gut like it was a bongo drum. “Yo, Colby, how’s the view in there?” he called, laughing when the only response was a muffled yell and a frantic kick that made Dylan burp again.

“Jesus, that’s fucking wild,” Corey said, taking a swig of his beer and shaking his head. “What’s it feel like, Dyl? Dude kicking around in there like he’s trying to get out?”

Dylan shrugged, leaning back with a cocky grin. “Feels kinda good, actually. Like a nice belly rub, just on the inside. Plus, dude’s got some fight in him—keeps things interesting, you know?”

Hunter pressed his hand against the side of Dylan’s belly, feeling the vibrations of Colby’s muffled screams. “Shit, man, I can feel him shouting! That’s insane.” He laughed, pulling back and giving Dylan a light shove. “You’re fucking twisted, dude.”

Dylan just smirked, giving his gut another pat. “Nah, he’s fine. Just giving him the full experience. He wanted to know what it’s like, right? Well, this is it. No turning back now.”

Colby’s struggles grew more desperate, his fists slamming against the slick, fleshy walls, but it was like trying to punch through quicksand. The heat was overwhelming, the acid burning at his skin, and every gulp of air he managed to take was heavy with the sickly-sweet stench of Dylan’s stomach.

“Let me out, you prick!” Colby screamed, his voice cracking as the acids started to rise, creeping up his chest and stinging his throat. But Dylan only burped again, louder this time, a deep, satisfied rumble that shook Colby to his core.

Brad slapped Dylan’s gut playfully, grinning as he felt the resistance from within. “How long you think he’s got in there before he’s just soup?”

Dylan shrugged, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Couple hours, maybe? I dunno, depends on how hard he fights it. But hey, I’m in no rush. Got all night to let him stew.”

Hunter leaned in close, putting his ear against Dylan’s belly again, listening intently. “Dude, he’s still going at it. Bet he thought he’d be out by now, huh?”

Dylan chuckled, giving his gut a squeeze. “Yeah, well, guess he didn’t realize just how serious I was. Should’ve known better than to take me up on that dare.”

The room was filled with laughter, the guys all taking turns poking and prodding at Dylan’s belly, teasing Colby as he writhed and squirmed inside, his muffled screams growing weaker by the minute. Dylan relished every second of it, the way his friends were eating it up, the feel of Colby’s futile resistance slowly fading.

As the hours dragged on, Dylan’s gut began to settle, the frantic movements within slowing to a sluggish, tired squirm. The room had grown quieter, the initial shock and excitement giving way to a more subdued atmosphere as the reality of Colby’s situation set in. Dylan’s stomach continued its relentless work, the gurgling sounds deepening as the acids took hold, breaking down their meal in slow, merciless increments.

Colby’s voice was barely a whisper now, a faint, trembling plea that barely registered above the churning noise. “Please… let me out…” But Dylan only sighed, a look of bored indifference crossing his face as he gave his gut one last pat.

“Sorry, Colbs, but this is the end of the line,” Dylan said, his tone casual, almost dismissive. “Should’ve known better than to play this game with me. You’re in too deep now.”

He leaned back, closing his eyes as he let his body relax, the weight of Colby inside him a comforting pressure that made him feel full and satisfied. Brad, Hunter, and Corey watched, a mix of fascination and horror on their faces as they listened to the last, fading sounds of Colby’s struggle.

Dylan let out a long, slow burp, the taste of beer and pizza mingling with the faint hint of Colby’s essence, a final reminder of the poor guy’s fate. He smirked, rubbing his belly as the last of Colby’s movements ceased, the once frantic squirming now reduced to a sluggish, defeated gurgle.

“Guess he finally gave up,” Dylan muttered, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. “Gotta admit, he lasted longer than I thought he would. Props to him.”

Hunter nodded, raising his beer in a mock toast. “To Colby, the dumbass who dared to be dinner.”

Brad and Corey joined in, clinking their cans with Hunter’s, laughter bubbling up again as they celebrated their friend’s fucked-up victory. Dylan just chuckled, savoring the lingering warmth in his gut, the knowledge that he’d won, that Colby was now just another meal, digesting away inside him.

“Rest in pieces, buddy,” Dylan said, his voice soft, almost fond as he gave his belly one last, affectionate rub. “You were a hell of a dare.”

The hunk’s eyebags were concerning, and his patience was honestly quite thin. That, coupled with a sudden spark of hunger Gavin felt made for a predictable formula for disaster for one of the showering residents. Marching right back around, Gavin strutted towards his favorite shower at the far end of the room and began to strip, unbeknownst to the freshman currently showering behind the curtain. Setting his shower caddy down quietly, Gavin peeked into the stall and saw Carter: a handsome and tiny redhead slathering body wash over his slim, lithe body. Gavin licked his lips.

With a growling stomach and a propensity for being bold, the RA yanked aside the shower curtain and clamped his hand over Carter’s mouth, silencing the student in a preemptive manner against his protest. The junior easily eclipsed the freshman, making him the perfect meal for the hungry RA—Carter would slip easily down his throat like a snake swallowing a mouse. A mixture of fear and concern enveloped Carter’s big, green eyes, making Gavin’s stomach growl once more, this time loud enough for everyone in the bathroom to hear it.

With the water rushing, Gavin wasted no time in unhinging his jaw, opening up wide enough to engulf Carter’s head. Gavin tried to suppress a groan, sliding his tongue along Carter’s face and neck in salacious voracity. The blonde hunk wrapped his arms and legs around Carter, mimicking the way a constrictor would apprehend its prey. A pair of plump and plush lips sucked over the prey, guzzling up his narrow shoulders with dizzying greed.

Gavin’s throat bulged out with Carter’s head getting squished inside by its tight, wet walls. The four simultaneous showers overshadowed the gulping noises Gavin made as Carter’s chest got shoveled up into the greedy gullet. He could hear Carter crying out for help from within his throat, but his muscular body muffled the noise as Gavin forced Carter deeper into esophagus. 

The trickling water helped lubricate his meal, and Gavin was able to efficiently slurp up the rest of Carter’s torso with alarming rapidity and horrifying greed. Gavin’s stomach started bulging out, making him look bloated at first, then his skin continued stretching, accommodating what looked like a third trimester pregnancy. Still though, Gavin hungrily slurped up Carter’s dick and ass, noting with a sinister pleasure that Carter’s cock was at full mast. The tiny freshman seemed to be unwillingly aroused by this, which was definitely a first. Using his tongue to pump and suck on Carter’s dick, the salty taste of premature cum flooded his mouth, making Gavin swallow with deep, deliberate enjoyment in Carter’s humiliation.

The man’s skinny legs were the only things Gavin had left to slurp up, and unceremoniously, the junior used his throat to coax the last remaining bit of Carter to his now obscenely bloated belly. Tilting his head back, Gavin let Carter’s feet slip down his throat and round out the swell of his belly into an almost perfect spherical shape, aside from the occasional punch or thrash that Carter made whilst struggling in there. Looking down between the pillows of his hairy chest, Gavin let out a manly groan and rubbed big circles around his fuzzy gut. He couldn’t make too much noise, as the other showering residents would’ve definitely known something was up, but his belly started happily gurgling, making plenty of contented sounds as it began to knead and tenderize Carter’s body, preparing him for digestion.

As he felt the youth settle down in the core of his belly, Gavin began showering as if nothing had happened. His mountain of a belly gave him practically zero room to move around the shower stall, so he remained in a fixed position, rubbing in his cedar-scented shampoo and conditioner through his hair. Big sudsy globs of soap fell onto Gavin’s belly, to which the junior happily rubbed in, letting his stomach get some much needed attention as Carter shouted for mercy and help from within. In response, the RA just patted his resident-filled gut and continued lathering up his body in soap, washing away the stress and tiredness that the day had built up around him.

One difficulty the predator faced was suppressing the belches that his belly begged to be released. Gavin couldn’t really let them out with other guys so close to him, as his stomach constantly gurgling and churning was already suspicious enough, so he held them in as best he could. The problem arose, however, that the gas and pressure of those unreleased burps he built up made his gut painfully tight. Grimacing, the college hunk rubbed his taut belly in a feeble attempt to quiet it. For such a little guy, Carter really could put up a fight.

Eventually, the urge to belch subsided as Gavin took deep breaths and finished cleaning up. The creaky handle turned, shutting the water off, and Gavin grabbed his towel from outside the curtain, drying himself off, taking extra care to rub his gut in the process. Going through the motions, Gavin equipped his pajama pants, forgoing a shirt, as nothing would be able to fit over his Carter-filled belly, and he walked back to his room. Nobody in the showers seemed to have caught a glimpse of him as far as he could tell, and only one guy out in the hallway saw his enormous gut swaying back and forth and gurgling like it had never eaten a meal in its life. Gavin gave a small smirk at the guy, and he quickly backed away and retreated into his room, not wanting to engage with Gavin and his apparently insatiable appetite. That was fine by him, as Carter had been a pretty satisfying meal anyway.

Falling onto the plush covers of his bed, Gavin’s belly sloshed violently. The college student rubbed slow circles over the tight swell and moaned in appreciation, “Fuck, Carter—URRRRRPPPPP—you filled me up so good. Who would’ve thought you were so delicious. And you feel so good in there—UUURRRRPPPPPP.”

Now the belches were coming out in deep, lazy barrages of gluttony. Somewhere along the lines, Carter had stopped moving, and Gavin was taken aback by how quickly his stomach got to work on him. He knew the little guy wouldn’t have that much fight in him, but his belly had knocked him out so fast he barely even got the opportunity to struggle. As digestive juices filled his stomach chamber and his stomach lining started kneading Carter into nutrients, Gavin laid back with his hands behind his head, watching his belly slowly work Carter down into nothing but a soup of bones and fuel.

BBBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP, UUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP, BBBBBWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Gavin’s last belch brought up a bright white skull, gleaming with the evidence of a digested Carter. Gavin chuckled, picking it up and wiping away the juices it was soaked in. “Wow, little bro. You didn’t even try to escape your fate. Respect.”

Hefting himself up off his bed, Gavin deposited the skull on a shelf that he kept to commemorate his meals. Six other skulls already sat there, too recently placed to have collected any dust. With Carter’s skull taking its place among Gavin’s other victims, the predator stood back to admire the work his gut had done on all of these guys he’s swallowed up.

“Shit,” Gavin chortled, “we gotta get a handle on our appetite,” he spoke to his gut, which growled in response. “It’s only the second week of school, and look how much damage we’ve done. Ah well,” the nonchalant pred yawned, “that’s a problem for future me.”