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Iâve made a open discord channel even wants to group rp with other shrunk down and living in my belly like Iâm pregnant with you, <a href="https://discord.com ;>https://discord.com </a> #vore #roleplay #mpreg #unbirthing
Santa vore, mpreg unbirth part 1
Santa vore, mpreg, unbirthÂ
Part 1:Â
Everyone knew Santa only comes once a year but no once a year but where does he go the rest of the year? Tyler and his dad knew and Tyler dad Josh was the vessel if you like.Â
From 2 December - 27th December his stomach was normal however on 11:50pm on Boxing Day 26th December, Santa and his 3 elves shrank to 4 inches and climbed in Joshâs mouth while he sleeps entering his belly/wombâŚthere home for the rest of the year.Â
Josh would only know when his very flat stomach would look suddenly look full even when empty followed by a burp, Tyler walked up to Josh the next day and ask âare they all back in there?â Josh would say âyepâ and would lift his shirt to expose his belly and both could sees vague outlines of them moving in his belly.Â
For the first month you would know as when Josh wore a jumper it hid his growing bump of a belly the elves would tickle him from the inside and Santa giving kicks with what he wanted Josh to eat for Santa and the elves to have. Tyler was obsessed with Josh belly as it grew giving his dad belly rub with he knew everyone enjoyed.Â
2nd month went by and Josh look like he had a small beer belly, pot belly from the outside, after each meal Josh would feel full then heâd feel a lot of movement as the elves and Santa would eat all the food Josh didnât need to himself, the elves kicking a bit out of excitement cause Josh to belch moreâŚÂ
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Good day everyone. In honor of the upcoming Vore day (tomorrow!) Iâd love to see what kinds of little, snack-sized captions I can make in honor of the day.
This is where you watchers come in. Please submit photos of predators youâd like to see eat and a little description of what youâd like to happen! Keep it as brief and detail specific as possible so I can work my imagination with your idea as much as I can!
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I ate my best friend (vore/mpreg)Â
Jason and Dylan were best friends but Dylan had a secret, he had an apitite for the odd dude and swallows them whole. He claims it helps with his gains.Â
Jason always had impulsive thoughts about being inside his best friends belly, Jason always thought âheâd let me out right? He wouldnât let me digest? Heâd look after me in there?âÂ
One night when Dylan on the sofa with his head resting against the back of the sofa after having a massive dinner already, Jason let his fantasy become a reality and put his feet in first, Dylan subconsciously gulped down Jason with ease and his belly with every gulp.Â
In 10 minutes Jason was fully inside Dylan. Jason wiggling around trying to get as comfortable as he can.Â
Dylan belly grew to accommodate Jason and you could visibly see Jason. An hour or two later Dylan woke up. âWtf did I eat in my sleep?!â Burrrrrrrrppppp Dylan went! âHeyâ Jason responded! âThatâs my airâÂ
âOh sorry man, did you feed yourself to me or somethingâ Dylan said poking and rubbing his belly.Â
âYeah, Iâve been eyeing up your belly, itâs quite cozy and warm in hereâ Jason respondedâÂ
âYeah I kind of look like Iâm pregnant with octuplets thoughâ said Dylan.Â
Dylan after a conversation for an hour with Jason in his belly feel asleep in a food coma like state.Â
But soon the digesting status started for Jason, he felt the stomach acid taking over, thrashing in Dylanâs belly, begging for help. Soon he was a small belly of mush or so everyone thought.Â
6 weeks later, Dylan woke up out of bed and his 6 pack abs had disappeared and a small  belly had appeared in his place, he rubbed his belly and he was hungry, very hungry.Â
In the middle his thought he could feel something moving, knowing he hadnât swallowed anyone since Jason Dylan dismissed. Little did he know when Jason was being digested Jason had found its way some how into a womb like spot inside Dylan belly and now was very slowly regrowing from nothing to someone again.Â
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"Alright, bro, one more bite," Ethan grinned, his hand outstretched, holding a loaded fork of buttery mashed potatoes.
Across from him, Dylan leaned back against the couch, shirtless, his blue "Growth" shorts hanging low on his hips. His stomach had the faintest curve of fullness, a soft bloat that pushed out just slightly over his waistband. He rubbed a hand across it absently, his other arm propped lazily on the couch's armrest.
He had a lean, athletic build, the kind that came from a mix of casual workouts and an easy metabolism. His chest and arms were defined but not bulky, with a light tan that suggested he spent more time outside than in the gym. His short, ashy-brown hair was slightly messy, the kind of style that didnât take much effort to look decent, paired with a subtle goatee that gave his otherwise youthful face a touch of maturity. His hazel eyes had a sharpness to them, but his expressions were easygoing, often softening into an amused smirk or a raised brow. A faint tattoo curved just above his left pectoral, simple and understated, like it was more for him than anyone else. He carried himself with a relaxed posture, like someone who wasnât in a rush to impress anyone but was comfortable in his own skin.
"Bro, I already feel like Iâm about to pop," Dylan groaned, though the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. His breath hitched slightly as Ethan pressed the fork closer, right under his nose. "You're insane."
"Insane?" Ethan scoffed, stepping closer with mock offense. "Youâre the one who said you wanted to bulk up. I'm just being a good friend. Now, open up. Donât make me force-feed your ass."
Dylan huffed but opened his mouth, letting Ethan shove the forkful in. "Mmm," he mumbled through a mouthful, rolling his eyes but still chewing. The rich, salty flavor of the potatoes filled his mouth as he swallowed it down. He patted his stomach again, laughing under his breath. "Seriously, I look like Iâm carrying a food baby already."
Ethan smirked, grabbing a chicken thigh from the plate on the coffee table. "Baby? Nah, thatâs like a first-trimester snack, my guy. Youâve got plenty of room in there." His eyes flicked down to Dylanâs midsection, watching the subtle swell with something bordering on fascination. "Besides, you know what they say: abs are made in the kitchen."
"Yeah," Dylan shot back, smirking. "And you're trying to turn me into a damn Michelin Man in the kitchen."
Ethan snorted, tossing the bone aside as he tore off another piece of meat. "Shut up. Youâre gonna thank me when youâre benching 250 and lookinâ thick as hell. Now sit up straight, you're makinâ my job harder."
Dylan rolled his eyes but sat forward slightly, his stomach pushing out more as he leaned toward the plate. Ethan wasted no time, piling another forkful of potatoes onto a slice of steak and practically shoving it into Dylan's mouth.
"Jesus, dude," Dylan muttered after swallowing, reaching up to wipe a bit of grease off his lip. "Youâre really tryna kill me with this. I can feel it hitting my ribs."
"Youâll live," Ethan teased, grinning wider. His hand brushed briefly against Dylanâs stomach as he reached for another forkful of food, fingers grazing the soft swell. "Or maybe not. Damn, youâre starting to feel solid."
Dylan blinked, heat rushing to his face at the comment, though he quickly covered it up with a laugh. "Solid? Youâre making it sound like Iâm some kind of stuffed turkey."
"Not yet," Ethan shot back, eyes twinkling with amusement. He jabbed the fork toward Dylanâs mouth again. "But weâre getting there."
Dylan sighed but relented, taking another bite. As he chewed, Ethan leaned back slightly, hands on his hips, observing his friend like an artist sizing up their work. Dylanâs belly was noticeably fuller now, his posture slightly slouched as he adjusted to the growing pressure in his gut. A small hiccup escaped him, and he gave Ethan a playful glare.
"Alright, thatâs it. Iâm cutting you off before I explode," Dylan declared, waving a hand.
But Ethanâs grin didnât falter. If anything, it grew wider. He leaned in again, one eyebrow cocked. "Câmon, youâve got this. One more bite for the gains. Just one." His voice dropped, teasing. "Donât quit on me now, champ."
Dylan hesitated, glancing between the plate of food and Ethanâs stupidly smug expression. "Youâre the worst," he muttered, but his mouth opened anyway.
Ethan didnât hesitate, stuffing the next bite in before Dylan could change his mind. What neither of them noticed, though, was how Ethanâs hand lingered just a moment too long, fingers brushing the corner of Dylanâs lips and then sliding back toward his chin, as if guiding him to chew, to swallow, to take in more.
Ethan leaned forward, his hand clutching another loaded fork of steak and potatoes, his eyes locked on Dylanâs stomach. "Man, for someone whoâs just starting out, youâre already rocking a solid gut. Beginner my assâyouâre built for this, dude," he teased, his tone playful but insistent. He gave Dylanâs belly a light smack, the faint jiggle beneath his fingers making him grin. "Câmon, donât go soft on me now."
Dylan groaned, leaning back again with a sharp exhale. His hand instinctively drifted to his bloated stomach, rubbing the tight, stretched skin. "Ethan, seriously, Iâm about to explode. This isâughâgetting ridiculous."
"Ridiculous?" Ethan echoed with mock disbelief. He dropped the fork back onto the plate and grabbed a slider bun stuffed with pulled pork. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed it toward Dylanâs lips. "Whatâs ridiculous is you whining when youâve got the gut to take way more than this. Now open up, champ."
Dylan turned his head away, laughing despite himself. "Youâre relentless, man. Iâm gonna regret this."
"Youâll regret it more if you quit," Ethan countered, his tone dipping into something more taunting. "What kind of gainer gives up at halftime, huh? You wanna be soft and small forever, or are we doing this?"
"God, youâre annoying," Dylan muttered, but his mouth opened anyway, reluctantly letting Ethan shove the slider in. The bread and meat were warm and rich, the flavors almost overwhelming as he chewed and swallowed. The pressure in his gut tightened, and he let out a low belch that caught him by surprise.
"Thatâs what Iâm talking about," Ethan laughed, giving Dylanâs stomach another firm pat. "Youâre just getting started, big guy. Letâs go for round two."
"I hate you," Dylan said, but the grin tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him.
Ethan didnât stop. He grabbed another handful of foodâthis time a fistful of friesâand pushed them toward Dylanâs face. "Hate me all you want, but youâll love the gains, I promise. Now shut up and eat."
Dylan opened his mouth begrudgingly, but this time Ethan didnât stop at fries. His hand lingered, his fingers pressing a little further into Dylanâs mouth as he nudged the last bits in.
"Yeah, just like thatâ" Ethan started, but his voice cut off as Dylan instinctively swallowed, his throat working over Ethanâs fingers.
Ethan froze. "Uh, Dylan? You good?" he asked, his voice half-laughing, half-worried.
Dylanâs brows knitted in confusion as he blinked up at him. His Adamâs apple bobbed, and a warm, wet pressure encased Ethanâs hand. It was only when Ethan tried to pull back and felt the suction tugging his fingers deeper that the realization hit them both.
"Bro," Ethan stammered, wide-eyed. "Are youâare you swallowing me?"
Ethan didnât stop. He reached for the plate again, piling on more food, ignoring Dylanâs protests as if they were nothing more than background noise. Dylan slouched further back into the couch, his stomach visibly rising now, pressing against his shortsâ waistband. The faint curve from earlier had grown into a noticeable roundness, and every breath he took seemed to stretch his skin tighter over the packed fullness beneath.
Ethan leaned forward, smirking as he grabbed a slice of steak and some potatoes, rolling them together in one hand. "Come on, beginner boy," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You said you wanted gains, right? Well, youâve got the gut for it now. Letâs fill it up properly."
Dylan groaned, his hands resting limply over his stomach like they might somehow hold back the growing pressure. Ethan paid no attention. His hand hovered just above Dylanâs mouth, the mashed potatoes already starting to smear along Dylanâs lips as he pressed the bundle closer. Dylan turned his head slightly, grumbling under his breath, but Ethan tilted his chin back with a firm nudge.
"Open up," Ethan said, almost a growl, his fingers steady as they pushed the food forward. Dylanâs jaw parted reluctantly, and Ethan slid the food in, his thumb grazing over Dylanâs tongue as he withdrew his hand.
The swallow was audible, a thick, wet gulp that made Dylan wince and breathe out sharply. Ethanâs eyes darted down, catching the way Dylanâs bloated stomach tensed with the effort, the skin stretching taut like an overinflated balloon.
"Shit, bro," Ethan muttered, half-laughing as he grabbed another piece of steak and mashed potatoes from the plate. "Look at that belly. Youâre already looking stuffed, and weâre just getting started." He pressed the next piece into Dylanâs mouth, watching with a strange mix of satisfaction and fascination as Dylanâs throat worked to swallow it down. The sound was heavier now, slower, and Dylanâs chest heaved slightly as he fought to keep up.
"Too much," Dylan rasped, his voice hoarse as he leaned back further, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His hands drifted to his stomach, fingers brushing the curve of his gut like he didnât quite believe how big it had gotten.
"Nah, youâre fine," Ethan said, his tone dismissive as he reached for more food. "You wanted to bulk up, didnât you? You gotta eat like it, man. Donât go quitting on me now."
Ethan leaned in closer this time, holding the next bite to Dylanâs lips, but this time, Dylanâs head tilted slightly. His lips parted again, more out of instinct than intent, and Ethan didnât hesitate. He pressed the food forward, guiding it into Dylanâs mouth. Dylanâs throat bobbed as he swallowed, the movement slower now, more strained.
But Ethan didnât pull back. His hand lingered too long this time, fingers still brushing Dylanâs tongue as he went to add more. Dylanâs mouth opened wider, reflexively, and before either of them realized it, his lips closed around Ethanâs fingers.
Ethan froze, a laugh bubbling in his throat. "Uh, bro?" he started, but Dylanâs throat worked again, and his hand was tugged forward, the warmth of Dylanâs mouth closing further up his wrist.
Dylanâs eyes were closed, moaning, his instincts already taking over. His throat contracted, pulling Ethanâs hand in deeper, his body working on autopilot. Ethanâs laugh faltered, replaced with a sharp intake of breath as he tried to pull back, but Dylanâs grip was stronger than either of them expected.
Dylanâs throat worked rhythmically, completely out of sync with the reality of what was happening. Ethanâs hand slid deeper, his wrist vanishing past Dylanâs lips as his throat bulged slightly with the effort. Each swallow was slow, steady, and deliberate, though Dylanâs glazed expression and the dazed heaviness in his half-lidded eyes showed he was oblivious to the situation.
Ethanâs arm twitched as he tried to pull back, but it was no use. Dylanâs body had its own agenda now, driven by the instinct to consume and keep going. His throat tightened again, the powerful muscles drawing Ethan further in, pulling his forearm past the curve of Dylanâs jaw. The wet, slick sound of swallowing filled the room, almost drowned out by Ethanâs sudden, stifled grunt as his arm disappeared up to the elbow.
"D-Dylan!" Ethan gasped, his voice breaking as he tried to yank his arm free, the motion only helping Dylanâs throat work faster. Dylan leaned back instinctively, his head tilting to make the process easier, his body operating on autopilot. The movement caused his stomach to shift, and he grunted softly, his free hand absently rubbing the firm swell beneath his ribs as if that might help the growing discomfort.
The tight pull of his throat forced Ethanâs other arm up, making him lose balance. His torso pressed against Dylanâs chest, and Dylanâs lips widened naturally to accommodate the new bulk. His jaw stretched wider, effortlessly taking Ethanâs shoulder as if it were second nature.
Ethanâs muffled protests were drowned in the slick, squelching sounds of Dylanâs throat, each contraction pulling him deeper, his chest sinking into the warm, flexing grip of Dylanâs gullet. Dylan didnât even pause, didnât seem to register the increasing weight pressing against him. His throat bulged visibly, his body instinctively adjusting to the load as he swallowed again, this time with a wet, audible gulp that sent Ethanâs upper chest sliding deeper.
His lips stretched around Ethanâs ribs, his throat working mechanically to draw him further in. Dylan shifted slightly, leaning forward now as Ethanâs weight dragged him, forcing him to adjust. His hands gripped the couch, his fingers tightening as his body found a rhythm, each powerful gulp guiding Ethanâs frame deeper, with no signs of hesitation or awareness.
Ethanâs legs kicked weakly as his waist reached Dylanâs lips. The taut curve of Dylanâs throat pressed against his own chest, Ethanâs muffled voice barely audible now, drowned beneath the steady, wet noise of swallowing. Dylanâs gut began to swell noticeably, the taut curve expanding into something larger, rounder, as more of Ethanâs body slid inside.
Another deep swallow sent Ethanâs hips into Dylanâs mouth, the weight pressing down on his lap as his stomach stretched further, rounder, the skin tight and gleaming with strain. Dylan groaned softly, his hand pressing against the growing dome of his gut, but there was no hesitation in his bodyâs movements. His throat bulged again as Ethanâs thighs slid past his lips, the sensation barely registering.
Ethanâs calves were next, and Dylan leaned back into the couch again, his lips parting wider as he tilted his head back to let gravity assist the final stretch. His throat flexed powerfully, a deep, wet gulp sending Ethanâs knees down, his legs curling slightly as they disappeared further.
With one final swallow, Dylanâs lips closed around Ethanâs toes, his throat tightening to draw them down in a smooth, final motion. He exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling as his body finally stilled. His gut was massive now, a heaving, tightly-stretched dome that pinned him against the couch, the weight pressing heavily on his thighs.
Dylan blinked slowly, his hand resting on the crest of his swollen stomach, his breath steadying as he absentmindedly rubbed the taut skin. A low, soft groan escaped him, his body adjusting to the fullness without a single ounce of realization of what he had just done.
Dylan let out a long, slow exhale, his hand dragging lazily over the massive curve of his stomach. His head tipped back against the couch as his breathing steadied, his whole body feeling sluggish and heavy, like heâd just polished off a buffet for ten. Except⌠this wasnât just food. Something wasnât adding up.
A muffled sound from deep within his gut snapped his eyes open. His brow furrowed as he stared down at the swollen dome pressing against his thighs. The weight felt⌠different. Denser. Shifting faintly under his palm, almost likeâ
âShit,â Dylan muttered, his voice breaking the quiet. He blinked again, slower this time, his hand pausing mid-rub. His brain, still hazy from the sheer effort of swallowing, tried to piece together what the hell had just happened. His fingers pressed into the firm, tight swell of his belly, feeling the stretched skin and the subtle movement beneath.
"Bro?" he said aloud, his voice low, almost uncertain. Another muffled sound came from inside, louder this time, followed by a distinct push against the inside of his gutâsomething pressing back. Dylanâs stomach gurgled in protest, a loud, drawn-out groan that felt more like a warning than anything else.
He groaned, leaning forward slightly and bracing a hand on the couch, the motion causing his stomach to shift. âNo way⌠No fuckinâ way.â His free hand pressed harder into the taut curve, the heat radiating from his belly only making the realization sink in further. Ethan wasnât just goneâhe was inside.
The weight was unreal, heavier than anything Dylan had ever imagined, his gut stretching farther than it had any right to. He glanced down at the way it pushed out over the waistband of his shorts, the tight skin gleaming faintly in the dim light. His gut was rock-solid, packed full not just with food but withâ âHoly shit, bro,â Dylan muttered again, his voice dropping into something between disbelief and faint amusement. âYouâre in there with all the mashed potatoes and steak. What the actual fuck.â
A muffled shout rose up from his stomach, faint but definitely Ethanâs voice. Dylan blinked, processing the sound, but it was barely distinguishableâjust a low, frustrated string of noises completely swallowed by the layers of muscle and skin keeping Ethan pinned inside. Dylan couldnât make out a single word, but he could feel the vibrations of Ethan trying to shout, the faint shifting as Ethan squirmed.
âDude, itâs tight as hell in there, huh?â Dylan said, more to himself than anyone else, his lips quirking into a faint, sheepish grin. He rubbed a hand over his belly again, fingers trailing over the taut curve, pausing where he felt the most movement. âGuess thatâs what you get for force-feeding me, huh? You wanted me to bulk up, and now youâre part of it.â
Another muffled noise came from inside, followed by what felt like a weak kick against the inner wall of Dylanâs gut. The sensation made him wince slightly, his stomach gurgling loudly in protest. âAlright, alright, chill out in there. Youâre not exactly making this easier for either of us.â He leaned back again, trying to shift into a position that didnât press the weight of his gut so hard against his thighs. The movement only made the pressure worse, his belly groaning as it adjusted to the strain.
Dylan sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair and letting his head fall back again. âHow the hell did I even manage that?â he muttered, almost to himself. âI mean, youâre not exactly small, dude. Jesus.â
Another push from inside made him sit up straighter, his gut wobbling slightly from the motion. Ethan was clearly not settling down, and Dylan could feel the tight, cramped movements as his friend tried to reposition himself among the mess of food. His gut let out another low groan, the sounds inside almost as loud as Ethanâs muffled protests.
âAlright, bro, I get it,â Dylan said, his tone a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. He slapped the side of his belly lightly, feeling the vibrations ripple through. âYou wanna get out. I hear ya. I just⌠I gotta figure out how to do that without making this whole thing worse.â
He leaned forward again, bracing both hands on his belly, his fingers pressing into the firm, stretched skin. The weight made it hard to move, let alone think, but he could feel Ethan shifting inside, trying to find space that simply wasnât there. Dylan grimaced, his mind racing for a solution.
âOkay,â he muttered, half to himself. âLetâs figure this out before I actually end up digesting your ass.â His stomach gurgled loudly at the mention, and he frowned, swatting it lightly. âDonât even think about it, man.â
He shifted again, his hands steadying the massive dome of his belly as he tried to stand. The weight pulled him back down almost immediately, and he grunted, planting his feet more firmly.
Dylan groaned, leaning over the kitchen sink as his gut let out another wet, ominous gurgle. His palms braced against the counter, his belly pressing uncomfortably into the edge. Heâd been trying for hours to fix thisâto undo what heâd somehow, impossibly, doneâbut nothing was working.
Heâd tried everything. First, he tried drinking water, guzzling down glass after glass, hoping it might loosen something or make Ethanâs situation more bearable. But all it did was make his gut slosh even louder, the added weight stretching his stomach tighter, more painfully. Ethanâs muffled voiceâbarely audible at this pointâhad been filled with frustrated grunts and weak cries, but even those had started to fade.
Then Dylan had tried forcing himself to throw up. He jammed his fingers down his throat repeatedly, gagging over the sink, his eyes watering from the effort. But nothing came up. His stomach clenched painfully, but it refused to release anything. If anything, it felt tighter, like his body was digging in, holding onto everything inside, refusing to let go.
âGoddammit,â Dylan muttered, his voice shaky. He paced the kitchen in slow, uneven steps, his swollen gut swaying slightly with the motion. Every step sent another wave of pressure rolling through him, his stomach groaning as if mocking him. âEthan, bro, Iâm trying, I swear,â he said, though he knew Ethan couldnât understand him. The muffled protests from inside had turned into weak, occasional noises, barely registering against the wet, relentless churn of digestion.
The hours ticked by, and every failed attempt to get Ethan out only made the situation worse. Dylan tried jumping, bending, twisting, anything to dislodge the mass in his gut. He even laid flat on the floor, pushing and kneading at his belly like he was trying to coax something stuck out of a drain. But nothing worked. Ethan didnât budge.
âFuck, man,â Dylan said, his voice breaking as he sat back against the couch, sweat glistening on his forehead. His gut was massive now, swollen and heavy, the skin flushed and stretched taut. Every few minutes, it would let out another deep, wet groan, the sound of digestion growing louder, more insistent. He pressed his hands into his belly, feeling the faint movements insideâEthanâs weak struggles becoming less and less frequent.
âI didnât mean for this,â Dylan whispered, his voice cracking. He rubbed his belly again, his fingers trailing over the tight curve. He could feel the heat radiating from it, the way his body was working overtime to process everything inside. Including Ethan. Especially Ethan.
Another muffled groan came from within, followed by a sharp kick that made Dylan wince. âI know, bro, I know,â he said, his voice shaking. âI donât want this either, alright?â His throat tightened as he said the words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. âBut I donât know what else to do.â
He leaned back, his head resting against the couch as he stared at the ceiling, his breaths shallow and uneven. The hours had dragged on, and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the reality of what was happening. His body wasnât waiting. It was working, relentless, determined to break Ethan down, no matter how much Dylan wanted to stop it.
He leaned back, his head resting against the couch as he stared at the ceiling, his breaths slow and steady. The hours had dragged on, and Dylanâs body had made its decision long before his brain had caught up. His stomach wasnât waiting. It worked relentlessly, determined to break Ethan down, no matter how much heâd fought it at first. Now, though? Now he was just done fighting.
Ethanâs muffled cries had weakened into faint, pitiful noises, barely audible over the deep, rolling churns of Dylanâs gut. The earlier frantic kicks and shoves had dulled to pathetic twitches, barely registering anymore against the stretched walls of his belly. Dylan pressed his hand to the side of his gut, feeling the faint, fading resistance beneath the tight skin. It was almost like his friend was giving up, and honestly, Dylan wasnât far behind.
âMan, youâre still at it?â Dylan muttered, rubbing the firm swell of his stomach. His voice was calm, almost lazy, with a sharp edge of indifference. âHate to break it to you, but I think youâre outta options in there. Youâre not going anywhere, bro. Not now.â
Another wet groan rumbled through his gut, deep and loud, almost mocking. Dylan smirked faintly, shifting on the couch to get comfortable, the weight of his bloated stomach pressing heavily into his thighs. His hand dragged across the massive dome, his fingers tracing the curve where Ethan was packed tight. âGuess thatâs just how itâs gonna be,â he said, his tone casual, like they were talking about the weather. âShit happens, man. You knew what you were getting into when you started stuffing me like that.â
He could feel Ethan still moving weakly, little nudges against the unyielding walls of his stomach, but the fight was almost gone. Every twitch was slower, weaker than the last. Dylan rubbed his belly absently, feeling the churns grow stronger as his body doubled down, working Ethan into the mess of food still sitting heavily in his gut.
âMan, I tried,â Dylan said, though there wasnât much conviction in his voice. âI gave it a shot, but letâs be realâyou were dead weight from the jump. And now? Now youâre just dinner.â He snorted softly, giving his belly a light slap. âGuess youâre finally pulling your weight, though. Literally.â
Ethanâs movements stilled briefly before resuming, but they were faint, almost nonexistent now. Dylan felt the shift inside as his gut gurgled louder, the sounds deep and deliberate. His body wasnât just digestingâit was finishing the job, and Dylan was past the point of caring.
âYeah, man,â he muttered, his voice quieter now but no less resigned. âIt is what it is. Youâre not getting out of there. So you might as well stop squirming and make it easy for both of us.â He leaned back further, his hand still rubbing lazy circles over his stomach, the heat from his gut almost comforting now.
Another deep, wet groan echoed from inside, louder this time, followed by the faintest twitch from Ethan. Dylan smirked again, his hand pressing into the heavy curve of his belly. âSee? Thatâs better. Just let it happen, bro. Youâre not getting out, so you might as well settle in.â
Ethanâs muffled voice had faded into silence now, drowned beneath the relentless churns and gurgles of digestion. Dylan let his eyes drift shut, the weight of his gut pinning him to the couch, the tension in his shoulders easing for the first time in hours.
Alpha Clash
Story for @vorepred223311
The argument between Scott and Derek was reaching a boiling point. The two of them were shouting for the better part of 10 minutes. Derek's face had gone red and Scott had a neck pain now bulging. Both Alphas attempted to assert their worldview on the other. Scott believed that they should spare their enemy and Derek disagreed and believed that they should be dead. Neither was willing to back down and no one was getting anywhere fast.Â
How the fight actually began is still a mystery. Nobody knows if it was Scott who threw the first punch or if it was Derek. In the end it doesn't really matter. Because soon fists are flying and the claws are out. It seemed that there would be no peaceful resolution to Scott and Derek's disagreement.Â
Stiles birthday surprise
Stiles first meal pt 1
Scott being the alpha werewolf that he is was very well known in the supernatural world, even though his is the true Alpha his werewolf supernatural ability appetite was very much new to him, he loved having the live prey in his belly though.Â
It was the day before Stiles birthday, being the only mostly human (because he got possed Nogitsune) he always wondered what it felt like to have someone in his belly, he would always rub his non official bfs belly that is Derek Hale. Freaking out but also loving it, he never could figure out how he could open his mouth soo wide, it terrified him, having âfunâ in the bedroom it always turn both of them feeling the live prey wiggling in Derek belly, giving those kicks and contrasts with there bodies.Â
Scott and Derek wanted to do something special and asked Deaton if there was any super natural potion that would shrink people but slowing were off and let them grow back to normal and to their surprise there was. Deaton recommended a shot glass of the potion that he gave a large wine bottle full of to shrink someone to an action figure size, but warned they would grow to full size in 12 hours, sometimes super slow and gradual sometimes super fast in the last few hours.Â
With the sheriff out of town and the twins (Ethan and Aidan) causing trouble nearly exposing the werewolf secret Scott decides to invite them to Stiles house in early morning before school started to try the potion on them and Scott would take care of them and Derek decided to take it and give Stiles his first experience, being so close he wanted it to be a birthday stiles would never forget.Â
The morning of Stiles birthday at 6:30am Scott lets himself in with the twins following behind and Derek behind. âHappy Birthday Stilesâ Stiles wakes up in his PJs âScott what the hell man it so early and why are the twins here? Itâs ok Derek here I guess thoughâ Derek gives Stiles a smoulder in response.Â
Scott sits on the end of his bed and says âIâve got a surprise for you to bring you a little closer to our werewolf sideâ âokkkkkkkkkkkkâ stiles says in response. Scott gets up pours the potion in to 2 shots glasses, and gives it to the twins, the twins down it without asking what it is thinking itâs vodka or bourbon. As they finish they both instantly start shrinking. âWhat the hell is happeningâ they both say. When they both finish shrinking, Scott quickly before they realise whatâs going picks them both up and gulps them both down, as they land in his belly Scott belly stretches as if he just ate a large Chinese Meal. Stiles eyes widen in disbelief and says theyâre both in there? Scott replies with âyep wanna have a feel and listen?â Stiles immediately gets out and has a listen, rubbing Scottâs belly to feel the twins, he hears them protesting and feels them resisting. Thatâs âinsannnneâ stiles says then rubs his belly his flat belly.  Derek quickly has a shot glass of the potions and shrinks as well, Stiles picks Derek up and says âawwww baby your so cute this sizeâ as Stiles open his mouth about to laugh at the situation when Derek leeeps into it and Stiles instinctively swallows him, his belly also expands like he just had a normal Chinese meal.Â
Oh my god Stiles say as he lifts his shirt, feeling his belly, feeling Derek wiggling and getting as comfy as he can in there. ââŚ..I ate my boy friend, I ate my babyâ as he rubs his belly like a pregnant person. Scott comes from behind rubbing Stiles belly while Stiles can feel the twins moving in Scottâs on Stiles back. Both getting a hard on at the same.Â
Scott says âwell you can says your carrying your baby and I can say Iâm carrying twinsâ as he smirks and the twins with werewolf strength inside Scott belly and Derek gives Stiles a werewolf kick inside. âOwwww what the hellâ stiles say rub his belly where Derek kicked with Derek responding with âyour baby wants attentionâÂ
Scott says âcome on we got to go to school, at least itâs a half day and they shouldnât grow too big in there by thenâ as they both leave Stiles room Stiles say âwait Derek going to get biggerâŚ.in my bellyâŚoh my god Scott Iâm both freaking out and loving thisâ âHappy Birthday Brotherâ Scott says as the twins protest within, Scott unleashes a small burp as they leave.Â
Part 2 coming soon.Â
Scott and Stiles arrive at school, just as they pull up in Stiles Car both there bellies grow to as if there are 3 month along but luckily not enough to show through there baggy jumpers.Â
Stiles lifts up his shirt and says âbabe, your growing in there, my stomach hurts with you growing in there and your getting so heavy in thereâ Derek wiggles around and says âdid you just call me fatâ and starts kicking. Scott rubs his belly to help.Â
Scott responds âthe twins are kicking up a storm as wellâ Scott lifts his top and Stiles can see them moving in side, seeing the kicks bulgeâ Scott Iâm not gonna lie that so hot right nowâ and rubs Scottâs belly while Scott rubs his and both get a hard on. They both head to class shortly after. Theo has mild crush on Stiles as well, so 5 minutes before class when Stiles slightly waddles to the bathroom,  not knowing why Stiles Belly is growing, he compliments Stiles on his belly, lefts his shirt starts kissing and rubbing your belly. Theo hears Derek inside saying âget the hell away from my boyfriendâ with that Theo steps back in shocks. Stiles does a small burp, puts his hand on his belly where he can feel Derek kicking and runs to class, in a low voice so only Scott can hear him sorry babe I wasnât expecting that. Derek replies with âitâs fine but Iâm going to make you keep giving me attentionâ in the last class, Stiles and Scott trying to pay attention when Derek starting getting off inside Stiles Belly button and the twins doing the same to Scott, both try to hide the orgasm caused by there meals in there belly.  As they get back to the car trying trying to hide there bigger than the average belly bellies they realise itâs 4 times the size and everyone is nearly full size, Derek starts orgasming inside stiles, Stiles gets turn on but when he lets out a small burp some white stuff comes out his mouth. Stiles wipes his mouth and sees it saying âScott, is that what I think it is?!â Scott says âyep I think soâ as yep rubs The Belly Derek has created.Â
âOffffâ Scott says âfeels like the twins might be doing the sameâÂ
tasty meal
when your prey starts growing in your belly after you shrunk them. #vore

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