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Delivery guy was late - and o was already so hungry.

Now as punishment he’s gonna spend the next few days in my tank- not being digested. Hope he enjoys how much food I shove in there daily.

(Vore) Big pred sleeps off a big meal.

Feeling so big again, clothes are shrinking off

I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.

That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.

My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.

Fuck it. I was still hungry.

I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.

I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.

“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”

I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…

My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.

One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.

I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.

“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”

I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.

“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”

I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.

I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.

I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”

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(ID: CinnamonToastKen)

"So, as many of you know, my buddy Tim decided to become a part of something bigger..." Ken paused. "I'm talking about myself, of course."

"After I posted the clip of me gulping him down on Twitter last week, a lot of you were asking for an update. So..." Ken leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Here he is."

He hooked a finger on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to expose his hairy belly. He rested a hand on top of the bulge, which jiggled in response.

"He was a good meal," he gave the gut a pat, "And he's all settled into his new home, now." He rubbed the belly affectionately.

"After I ate him on the stream last week, he settled in and accepted his fate pretty quickly. I think he stopped moving about an hour after I ended it. A couple days of working on him, and..."

Ken leaned closer to the camera, shaking his belly. "This is what's left of him."

A superchat popped up on Ken's screen, reading itself aloud.

$5.00 belliluvr: u look good lol! any leftovers from him?

Ken pulled a polite smile. "Thank you. And yea, actually. Did anyone notice what he was wearing when I ate him? Check this out..."

He groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His belly bounced as he disappeared from the frame for a couple seconds. Before too long, he was back, easing himself back into his chair with one hand balled into a fist.

He held something up to the camera -- a silver ring. He spun it, and the camera captured small engravings of waves and flowers. There were also some irregularities in the design, blemishes and grooves marking up the otherwise shiny ring.

"I coughed it up the morning after. It's still pretty nice-looking, but you can see some marks..." He pointed to a larger pit. "From my stomach acids. The human body is a wonder, right?"

He set the ring on the desk next to him. "It's gonna go right in my collection. You guys know about my box." He grinned and leaned back in his chair.

"Anyway...urp" He was interrupted as a little belch surprised him. He shook his belly. "Heh, got somethin' to say, Timmy?" He looked to the camera. "Guess that's his last words to the stream."

Another superchat covered the screen, calling Ken's attention

$30.00 MenDoItRight: Super hot to hear you talk digestion. Any favorite moments from melting this guy down?

Ken chuckled. "Thanks for the donation, and glad to hear you like it."

"I think my favorite part of digesting him was the afternoon of the second day. He was still solid, sort of, so my gut was still huge." He held his hands up, hovering a couple inches from his skin. "I knew he was gone, so I decided to break him down into something a little more manageable."

Ken sat up in his chair. "I just wrapped my arms around my gut, and hugged myself while flexing my abs. Like this." He demonstrated the stance for the audience.

"I pushed, and there was this big crack," He popped his lips, "A bunch of him broke apart. I just had to do a little massaging, and I had a gut I could actually fit under a hoodie.” He chuckled. “From then on, it was just smooth digestion." He sat back again, satisfied with himself.

"I'll miss the guy, and I know you guys will miss his guest appearances on stream. But, hey, he'll stay with us for a while longer right here." He pointed to his belly. "The seat of honor."