MILD TO WILD

Cody was a young, up and coming pred in his local area. He started on the leaner side of guys and gradually worked his way gulping down to more muscular than.

So Cody was feeling confident when he got a notification from the Gurglr app from someone named “Chubbstuffed”:

Ch: “Looking for someone who can handle all this meat? You down?”

Cody got a picture from the guy. Big boy indeed, biggest he’s even held a conversation with, his stomach grumbled. He needed this guy in his gut badly.

Fast forward and Cody opens the door and is greeted by the large man.

“It’s Thomas.” The man says as he lets himself in.

Cody and Thomas have a polite conversation, Thomas takes time scoping out the rooms and such before Cody leads him to the living room.

“I can handle a guy like you.” He says with a grin as he helps undress Thomas.

“Enjoy.” Thomas says. Keeping the conversation brief as he sits on a chair and offers himself to Cody.

Cody works his magic, he opens wide and takes Thomas feet in his mouth as he proceeds to open wide and stuff the big man down his throat.

All the while, Thomas just gave a wicked grin, not even phased as his body slowly sank into Cody.

Heck, even Thomas helped by keeping his arms pinned as wiggled downwards until he was no more.

Cody gulped and swallowed and finally let out a happy moan as Thomas was curled up in his gut.

After letting Thomas settle, Cody finally stood up and struggled to sit in the chair Thomas was just sitting at, what with the size of the man and all.

Cody, still prouder than ever realized what time it was and lugged himself off to bed, by morning time Thomas would be nothing more than glorious belly fat.

Hours rolled by, Cody was struggling to sleep, Thomas was still bobbing around in there.

The discomfort was starting to be noticeable.

“Calm down in there buddy, you’re my meal now..” as he tried to go back to sleep.

But Thomas was becoming more and more active, causing Cody to become more and more uncomfortable.

Cody tried to focus on digestion, rubbing his stomach is circles, but an internal body blow took the wind out of Thomas.

Then blow after blow inside, his stomach was rattled by the feeling.

Cody rolled off the side of the bed, the pain was increasing. He tried begging Thomas to calm down, but he finally couldn’t help it no more.

That’s when the worst feeling happened.

Cody tilted forward and he felt the bulge of Thomas rise up from his esophagus as he had the displeasure of seeing Thomas come outwards as his large meal was now back out into the world, covered in stomach juices as Cody gripped his stomach in pain, unable to process what just happened.

“Heh, that was fun. Now watch how you’re really supposed to do it.”

Thomas came and pushed Cody back on the bed as he grabbed his legs and stuffed them in his mouth.

Cody struggled weakly as it didnt really dawn on him the danger he was in, yet he was too weak to properly fight.

He would only cry and whimper and beg Thomas not to eat him as he was made a meal instead as he was sent down Thomas gut in several large gulps.

Thomas grinned as he swallowed the rest of Cody down and rubbed his belly with Cody barely struggling.

Realizing now that he should clean himself up, he waddled to Cody’s bathroom and came back to Cody’s living room to admire himself.

Carson had told his little brother not to touch his stuff. A relatively simple rule that you think an 18-year-old little brother would be able to figure out. But not only did he catch Andy rummaging through his things, but his loser friend Marcus was also with him. So he did what any good Big Brother should gobble them both up!

Coming up from behind them and grabbing them by their collars. Yanking them up off their feet, Carson stares at the stupid faces. They didn't plan on getting caught. He walks down to the living room and tells Andy that that will be the last time he touches his stuff. He turns to Marcus, the unfortunate conspirator in this, then swallows his head.

Muffled cries could be heard as Carson began to stuff him down his throat. The larger brother rips his meal's clothing clean off to not inhibit the flavor. Carson moans in appreciation, his tongue slobbering over the tasty beef coming into his mouth. However, he wasn't just going to let Andy watch. He was going to participate. Forcing him down between his legs, he fishes out his heavy cock to plug into Andy's mouth. Keeps one hand on the back of Andy's head while the other pushes more of Marcus down his throat.

Carson quickly gobbles up Marcus's tasty muscles, munching on his chest and abs as they come into his mouth. Devouring the young man quickly. He teases him, even more when he is not perky but comes into his maw. Roughly he takes Andy off his cock so that he can watch his brother eat out his best friend. Embarrassingly watching, his friend's toes curl, and loud moans can be heard from Carson's throat. It does not take long for Marcus to blow his load and his legs to slack. Eventually, Carson has fun with Marcus and decides to polish off the rest of his legs. Although not a second before, he had put Andy back on his cock again. Driving him towards his orgasm.

The timing could not be any better. Just as Carson's fat lips were swallowing the remainder of Marcus, he shoots a fat load down Andy's throat. The way that Marcus bottoms out his belly is exquisite. Letting out a sigh as he keeps his hand on the back of Andy's head. With a devilish smirk, he takes Andy and pushes him against Marcus's face bulging out of his belly. Forcing the two boys to make out between the skin.

"Yeah, kiss your friend goodbye. I was serious, and you didn't believe me. But that's all right, your friend was delicious, a goddamn steak." He says as he keeps Andy's horrified face there for a little longer. Marcus squirmed on that thick belly, trying to escape but to no avail. He was a goner, just food. However, Carson was a bit sadist, and he wasn't just going to let Marcus squirm into obscurity. Yanking and up by the hair, Carson gets face to face with him. Rolling his belly while pounding his beefy chest, there is a loud gurgle from his tank. Carson winks at his brother and then opens his mouth.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

He silences the activity in his belly as Marcus becomes still. No different than any other piece of meat that would have fallen in there. On the other hand, Andy is covered in belly slime and saliva, prompting Carson to chuckle and push on his brother's face, making him fall onto the floor.

“I’m sorry mphmmmhm.. I’m sormphhmmm” Your words are constantly cut off by the two bulbous cheeks crashing onto your head. It was a mistake ,a simple one that saying sorry should have fixed. Rushing home after an exhausting day you paid little attention to the people chilling on the steps of your building. Stepping on his shoes you hear him let out a damn, as you quickly apologize and go inside. “Who was that?” you ask yourself as you lazily take off your shoes. *ring* *ring* you grogily open the door “Hello?” you ask, being met face to face with two giant fleshy beachballs ripping a fat one on your face.

BRRPRBTBTBTPTTTTTTT

“Since you were being shitty, I decided to return the favor” The man walked in ass first, looking over his shoulder at you. “This’ll be fun. It was your neighbor, you always saw him around and thought he was hot. Huge biceps, rippling pecs, chiseled abs, tattoos galore and an ass that someone would pay to have. BBRPTPTT You always avoided eye contact, never could you know

FRRBTBTBTT that ass dangerous.

“Ahhhh, what’s the matter ass got your tongue? Hhahahaa” He laughed, each cheek wobbling with each bit of laughter. “Someone has to teach you manners! Don’t worry, by the end you may end up liking it!”

He pushes his ass harder on your face, your nose touching the rim of his hole as you feel it twitching. It opens,

BBBBBBRRFRFFPRPPBBTTBRPTPRPTPRPTPR

“Excuse me.” As you try to shuffle past him but he puffs up and knocks you in your butt with his chest.

“The fuck?” You exclaim before you notice he’s already dropping his pants, revealing his huge bulge.

Before you speak however, you notice it growing by the second before it spills out of his jock as it begins to swell rapidly beyond human size.

He just grins, not speaking a word as his cock is rapidly swelling higher and bigger until it pushes against your feet which instantly sucks them in.

He moans, the noises drowned out but eh sheer busyness of the restaurant as you panic and try to pull your feet out with your hands.

This only makes it worse as his cock pulls you in and now your hands are pinned to their sides as you try and struggle wildly to escape.

The older man simply chuckles and flexes his cock which brings rapidly pulling you deeper as you feel what must be his cum or precum soaking into your clothes getting deep into your skin.

The effect almost numbs you out as you stop making loud noises to instead roll your eyes back happily as you moan loudly for him instead.

You manage to unbutton your pants again as you being to jerk yourself off as by then your head is the only thing sticking out of his hyper sized cock as he flexed hard one last time as he pull you in completely by his cock.

You travel up a tight path until you land in what must be his balls as you take in an ungodly amount of cum in your mouth and other orifices as the effects begin to work almost instantly upon you as the man on the outside is already furiously jerking his cock.

The powerful strokes coupled with the waves of cum being hit upon your face slowly begins to lull you to sleep as you can’t feel your body.

Must be his own body already churning you as you softly moan as you sink into the vast sea on cum around you as your worked into yet another cum load for the man.

And what a load indeed as his cock is hard as a rock now as his balls constrict and tighten with he stroke the man attempts.

With a loud roar only mere moments after turning you to jizz does he release you back into the world but this time as large volleys of thick white cum!

He practically sprays the opposite side of him with his thick white cum that coats walls, floors and ceiling alike.

This continues for a solid 4 to 5 minutes of unloading until he finally stops.

His cock and balls shrink down to a smaller size and he stuffs everything back into his jock as best as he could before pulling up his pants.

I never directly told him I had fantasies about being swallowed whole, but my favourite friend with benefits accidentally satisfied those cravings when he noticed how I reacted to him licking my face. It became a big part of our foreplay, having my face thoroughly explored by his tongue while I was pinned helplessly beneath his fat, heavy body. It grew more passionate each time, his lips wrapped around more and more of my face almost like he was learning to stretch them wider on purpose.

The day he managed to get his jaws around my whole head was a pleasant shock to us both. When he eventually pulled away and we locked eyes, I could tell from the grin on his face that he’d known my secret all along. He’d been taking the time to practice this, and from that point onwards my whole head was trapped and tasted within his drooling maw during each of our encounters. My shoulders were the last barrier to overcome, and when he was finally able to slip those past his lips, there’s was nothing stopping him from devouring me.

It took less than a minute to swallow me entirely, like my friend desperately wanted to claim the meal he’d been chasing for so long. But it felt much longer to me when I was focusing on the sensations of each part of my body being dragged inside of his own. His wet tongue sliding beneath my pits as he took in the flavour from my hairy chest. His saliva trickling down my hips before he sucked them deeper. His throat muscles massaging my throbbing cock as he gulped down my legs. And last but not least, the ticklish feeling of his hands pushing against the soles of my feet to finish me off.

Finding new guys to hook up with is hard in a small town. It’s only familiar faces that show up on Grindr, and there was one particular guy who never responded despite my persistent messages. He’s my exact type with such a perfectly round belly and bulging muscles, but the interest didn’t seem to be mutual.

Or so I thought, because after months of complete ignorance he finally replied, and was surprisingly engaged with sorting the details for us to meet. I was overly excited on the journey to his place, thinking about being pinned beneath his massive body while he used me for his pleasure. I was rock hard by the time I knocked on his door, but the unfriendly expression I was met with made both my smile and enthusiasm fade, as I realised he hadn’t invited me over for the reason I expected.

“So listen, we ain’t hooking up today. I just got sick of you bothering me, and I figured I could shut you up and grab lunch at the same time.”

Before I could react, he twisted the collar of my shirt into his hand and pulled me through the door and pin me against the wall with his huge belly. He shoved my head into his mouth without hesitation, eager to claim me as a meal without letting me put up a fight. It’s not like I could struggle much anyway while stuck between the wall and his thick, heavy gut.

With every swallow, he leaned back briefly to stuff more of my body down his throat, then knocked the wind out of me by slamming his belly into me again, basically bouncing against me over and over until my legs were getting slurped past his lips. His stomach was uncomfortably tight despite how large it looked from the outside, mostly padded with muscle and fat that was now compressing inwards to overwhelm my weakly squirming presence.

Just my luck that my car would break down in the middle of the night, miles away from home and with no sign of civilisation around. I sat there stressing about what to do, long enough for another car to finally drive past and notice my predicament. I nervously rolled my window down after he pulled over and walked towards my car, though it seemed he was friendly.

“You’re in some trouble here, aren’t you bud? I’ve got a spare room at my place, why don’t you come with me and we’ll call a mechanic in the morning?” Without much choice, I took the stranger’s offer and got in his car, which had enough light to finally see him a bit clearer. He was a little older than me, a tall and rugged man with a sizeable belly resting on his lap. I was too tired to have much conversation with him on the journey, ready to crash in bed as soon as we reached his house.

He guided me to a pretty small guest room, which was pitch black from the complete lack of windows until he switched the light on. Seemed a bit sketchy, but I was kinda glad that I wouldn’t be woken up as soon as the sun rose in a few hours. The stranger gave me a brief “Sleep well, bud” before he left me to get settled in. I don’t know exactly how long I managed to doze off for, but my sleep was eventually interrupted by what sounded like the door clicking shut after being reopened, followed by the gentle creak of a floorboard from within the room.

I called out softly to no response, assuming it must have been my imagination. But now I was awake I started to notice something else, an odd warmth and smell like someone’s breath that seemed to be growing stronger over time. It wasn’t until a wet tongue touched my face that I realised I really wasn’t alone, a hungry predator taking advantage of the darkness to feast on me before I could react.

Without any sight, all my senses were heightened. I could hear his moans and the squelch of his throat muscles contracting with every gulp, feel his warm insides enveloping my body as I was dragged deeper. He took a long time tasting my crotch, his tongue twisted around my shaft trying to tease some extra flavour out of me before swallowing my lower half. Struggling was no use in the tightness of his sweltering stomach, so once he’d sucked my toes past his greedy lips and taken his final gulp, I just had to sit there listening to his teasing and satisfied burps.

After I caught my roommate leaving the shower one day and saw how hung he was, I knew I had to make a move on him. We quickly became friends with benefits, and were always trying new things to spice things up.

He came home one day with some pills that he claimed would shrink my body down slightly, making my hole tighter for him to fuck. I took a few before straddling his thick thighs and sliding his meat into me, feeling it gradually expand inside me as my body became smaller. For a while it felt amazing to have something so massive pounding away at my hole, but eventually it became too painful to bear. I wasn’t supposed to keep shrinking for this long, still getting smaller even after my roommate lifted me off his lap.

The process seemed to halt once I was about 6 inches tall, and I looked up at his distressed face as he read the back of the box of the pills he made me take. “Shit man, I guess I read the dosage wrong. Looks like you might be stuck like that for a couple of days…” He could see I was angry about his mistake, but didn’t seem to care as he snatched me up in one hand. He found my situation quite amusing, and just laughed as I squirmed within his grasp. “Don’t worry bro, I’ll keep you somewhere nice and safe, plus we might still be able to have fun in the process…”

His hard cock was still throbbing with excitement as he lowered me towards it, letting out a loud moan as he shoved my feet into his slit. I tried to struggle as he forced my body down his shaft, but it only made me sink faster down the tight, slimy passage leading to his balls. I slipped deeper inside him until my body was compressed and curled up by the walls of a fleshy chamber, the space half filled by a pool of this thick, raw seed.

I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.

I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.

The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.

The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.

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Henry noticed his roommate hadn't returned since starting a new job about a week ago. It was an out of town job, but it was unusual for Rick not to even message him back when he texted him. Rick had told him the pay was good, and that he should be back home in a few days. But it had been a whole week. He realized that he should have returned by now.

Henry put the address in his GPS and drove to the work site, hoping to see his roommate. He was some guy sitting on the back of his truck. He approached him.

"Hi, my name is Henry, I was wondering if you saw my roommate Rick. He started working here about five days ago." Henry asked the guy.

Wesley figured someone would come asking sooner or later about the new hire. "Sorry, who did you say who you were looking for? I don't remember any new hire." He said with the best innocent look on his face that he could make.

"Are you sure? He said he started with this company, and this was the work site." Henry questioned. He wondered why Rick would lie about the new job.

"I am sure if we had a new hire, but we haven't had one." Wesley said back.

"Well, thanks for the help." Henry went back to his car to drive back home. He started to worry about where his roommate was. If he wasn't there, where could he be?

Rick watched with horror as Henry left and drove off. His only means of escape just left him alone with his captor. How was he to know that the new job was to be one of the employee's pair of work socks. If he had known that he would have never accepted the job in the first place. No matter how much he screamed, Henry didn't hear him at all since he was just a pair of work socks now.

"Well, buddy, break time is over. Back on my feet." Wesley said as he picked up his socks. "By the way, you really have been a good work socks. My feet haven't felt this good after work in a long time." He laughed as he put his socks back on along with his work boots. He started back to work with no concern for the feelings of his socks.

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Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.

"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.

"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.

"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.

Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.

"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.

"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.

"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.

"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.

Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.

"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.

"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.

Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.

Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.

Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.

A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.

Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.

"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."

Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.

Look, dude, I'm sorry I called them small. Please grow me back!

Seriously, dude? You've made your point. Grow me back!

This is starting to get scary! Please, I'm sorry!