Gluttony's Den

Being a feeder can be expensive, depending on the other guy’s appetite. Fortunately, this gorgeous man told me he would source his own food, which made me much more willing to pay him a visit.

His empty gut was already huge, so I looked forward to making it grow even larger by stuffing him until he was content. I straddled his lap and gently squeezed his belly fat while we made out, feeling his big hands wander up my body before firmly massaging my shoulders. I pulled away from the kiss to ask him where the food was, to which he hungrily licked his lips before answering.

“What do you mean? It’s right here in front of me…”

With his thick arms wrapped around my back to hold me in place, he opened his gaping mouth and leaned closer to completely engulf my head. His tongue wasted no time in slathering my face with saliva, his moans booming in my ears while he enjoyed his first taste. His throat stretched open to welcome my head as he started shoving my upper body past his soft, drooling lips.

I never anticipated that I could end up as someone’s meal myself. Although I did my best to struggle free from his grip, part of me also found pleasure in the way his tongue caressed my body as he swallowed me. Which is why he had to stop briefly upon reaching my waist, as my unexpected erection got caught underneath his chubby chin. His stubble softly scratched against my cock as he tucked it into his mouth, chuckling as his tongue played around with it to tease me about our mutual enjoyment of the situation.

He frustratingly left me close to the edge before he started sucking down my legs. He knew the slight stimulation of my throbbing cock moving through his gullet would drive me wild, holding his belly as I squirmed inside him, desperate for the chance to finish what he started. By the time only my feet remained, I could finally reach for my shaft within his stomach. My whole body shook with ecstasy as his tongue danced around my sweaty soles, my orgasmic moans muffled by the thick, fatty walls that enclosed me.

With his last gulp, my entire body settled within his sweltering tank, covered in a mixture of cum and warm digestive juices that slowly came pouring in. The man rubbed his full, swollen belly and let out a deep belch before teasing me one final time.

I spent the night after the most amazing hookup with a gorgeous bear. I still felt slightly loose after his thick cock had been inside me for so long, and I didn’t want the fun to stop there.

He was already in the shower when I woke up, so I snuck into the bathroom to join him. He looked glad that I did, smiling as he turned to show off all the curves of his bulging body to me. I was made to drop to my knees with my back to the wall, expecting to have my throat used in the same way my ass was earlier. But instead, he turned around and buried my face between his plump cheeks, using the wall to pin me in place as his hole stretched around my head.

“Oh yeah, that feels good… but it will only get better as you go deeper.” He leaned back against the wall and began to slowly sit down over my body. I tried to push away his meaty thighs, but the bear was way too heavy, and my arms were soon pinned to my sides as my upper body slipped into his colon. He placed both hands on his belly as he stood up with half my lower half dangling out of him, enjoying how I was starting to fill him up.

The larger man’s cock leaked at the stimulation of my struggles, desperately trying to escape my fate. He reached down to stroke his girthy shaft while he clenched his ass to suck my legs inside him, moaning as the bend in my knees dragged across his prostate. Most of me had made its way into the dark, humid confines of his gut by now, his hole tightly wrapped around my ankles while he continued to jerk off.

I’ve never seen anyone eat more in one sitting than the guy I just went on a dinner date with. Our waiter looked just as shocked as I was each time they brought over a dish, only for the big, hungry beast sat across from me to order another to be prepared while he devoured his current serving. The delivery seemed to slow down after the fourth or fifth course, probably so that they could actually deal with other customers.

I looked behind me for a few seconds to search for the waiter, but in that brief moment I heard the creak of a chair being dragged across the ground, as though my date had just stood up. I turned back to see him lunge at me across the table, pulling me towards his wide open mouth. He practically tossed me down his dark, gaping throat, devouring half of my body in a single motion. With just a few strained gulps to polish off my lower half, the hungry beast packed me away into his stomach to satiate his hunger, just in time for his next plate to arrive.

The waiter probably assumed I’d ditched to avoid splitting the extortionate bill, so he didn’t think anything of my sudden disappearance. As the greedy man shovelled more into his mouth, I gradually became surrounded until I couldn’t move a muscle, trapped in the centre of a dense mound of wet, chewed-up food. He rubbed his round, solid gut when he was finally full, groaning due to both strain and satisfaction as he left the restaurant.

If I’m ever in a bad mood or struggling with the cold weather, I can rely on my husband to offer his belly as a warm place to relax. I did spend years fattening him up into the beautiful bear he is today, so it’s only fair I get to enjoy the thing I’ve put so much work into.

That being said, it was his idea to start swallowing me in the first place. I always suspected he might have more selfish desires that need satisfaction, given the way that he licks and tastes my body as I travel through his throat. No complaints from me, as the feeling of his wet tongue lathering me up before getting slowly enveloped by his warm, soft insides is an absolute dream come true.

Occasionally if the mood strikes, he’ll make it even more pleasurable by getting me off once I’m halfway inside him. He coils his tongue around my shaft and strokes it back and forth, while both hands grab my ass and work his fingers firmly into my cheeks to massage me. It doesn’t take too long for me to cum down his throat, my legs shortly following my load down into his stomach where everything settles.

My type has always been bear-ish guys, and the last guy I met matched my preferences exactly. That’s why I was shocked by the photo he sent of himself only a few years back, having completely transformed himself from a scrawny, hairless twink. Building up the fat an muscle I could understand, but I was mostly surprised about how his body became covered with such a gorgeous layer of fur.

Skipping forward to the bedroom, he certainly acted like the type of huge, dominant bear that I was used to. He had me bent forward with my face smothered by my duvet, holding onto my waist with a firm grip as he pumped his cock into me. His hefty gut weighed down on my back, brushing back and forth across me with each thrust. When the moment finally came to dump his load inside of me, I was pulled upwards into a tight hug, my body pressed into his pillowy flesh while he licked and sucked my neck.

I was far too lost in sensations of being used that I didn’t realise exactly how he planned to do so. My head was suddenly engulfed from behind, his dripping cavern of a mouth surrounding me as he began to consume my helpless body. He devoured me quickly before I could react, stuffing me down his throat and taking just a few strong gulps to have me completely trapped within the belly that I was admiring moments ago. The heat inside the predator’s body made me feel like I was going to melt, his stomach walls making a horrible squelching sound as they pressed inwards, already trying to break down my body.

Andre is the largest of all my colleagues, and it’s become a bit of a joke that the rumbling of his belly is basically the call for lunch in our office. He must have skipped breakfast or something today, as his hunger was louder and earlier than most other days. He wandered over to my desk after he caught me staring in the direction of the noise for too long, and asked if I wanted to take an early lunch break with him to a cafe he’d been meaning to try. Our site was pretty remote and I don’t drive, so I figured I’d take his offer of a ride and try something new.

Trying to take in the scenic country road while ignoring Andre’s stomach still rumbling away, I noticed right away that something was off when he pulled over about halfway to our supposed destination. I glanced over at my colleague in confusion, only to be met with the sight of his gaping maw which I had my head swiftly shoved into. He ripped my shirt open while I panicked, trying to free myself while he wrestled with my arms and stuffed me deeper inside him.

Andre’s car shook around during the struggle, his horn beeping a few times when my flailing legs accidentally kicked the steering wheel. Not that it mattered, as there was no sign of civilisation where he’d parked up, exactly so that nobody could interrupt his meal. He continued to remove my clothes and slurp up my raw, delicious body, only thinking about how satisfied he would be once I was fully packed away. After swallowing my feet, he gasped for air and wiped the drool from his face, staring down at his swollen stomach while I struggled within.

“Damn, I needed that! Better sit here and let you digest for the rest of my break, people might be suspicious if I show up at the office with a squirming belly.”

sit down, start stuffing. one burger in each hand while you rock back and forth in the chair to try and get any sort of friction. eat faster, feel your precum leaking against the underside of your belly, its okay if it’s too heavy, ill lift it for you!

keep eating until it hurts & then loosen your belt a notch. let me tease your nipples with your shirt on and mock you for being so desperate to get bigger…we will keep doing this every day until you either burst out of your pants or cum in them <3

then we will start doing the same on the bed, get on all fours and start eating without your hands. the only stimulation you will get is teasing words and permission to grind your desperate crotch into the mattress…that is until you get too fat to make the friction feel good, because your belly is in the way and you can’t reach the mattress properly…

Feeding preds can be a risky job, but preys into being fed don't get anywhere close as big as a pred. Most of the time they were perfectly content to lay there and have piles and piles of food fed to them a bite at a time while their bellies are lovingly tended to, but every once in a while one would get impatient and try to eat you. That's why you tied a tether to the metal frame of the bed - nothing fancy, just a thick paracord line you could use to drag yourself back up no matter how hard he tried to keep you down.

Then you met him, the carpenter with the big beefy arms and those big fuzzy pecs peaking out of his undershirt and that cute, soft belly. He let you feed him, but he kept eating and eating and eventually, for the first time, you ran out of food. Next thing you knew, he pulled you in for a long kiss that turned into a headfirst-gulp. You let his throat tire itself out trying to pull you down before you started pulling up, the world around you shaking as he moved around. Your hands were just starting to peak out of his throat again when you heard a metallic scrape and the line went slack.

You kept pulling and felt your heart sink when something metal filled the palm of your hand and you felt yourself get sucked back down. Feeling the bar up and down you find two empty screw holes and immediately realize your mistake - you were so busy staring at his chest you didn't think to have him leave his toolbelt outside the room.

He lets out a low moan as you struggle to breathe in his stomach, the hot, wet space packed to the brim with the piles of food you had just filled him up with. It sticks to your face and hair as his stomach squeezes you in with the rest of the mass, eagerly churning you up with the rest of the food. You struggle and he moans, and the world shifts again as he plops onto the bed - your bed - and makes himself comfortable.

Minutes pass like hours and hours pass like weeks as his stomach slowly works on you. Your skin tingles and your head feels light, and a thought starts to echo through your mind: maybe this is what I was hoping for all along. You start to drift to sleep, your mind filling you with visions of his thick, beautiful body, how handsome he must look with you inside, how good he must feel, how good it feels to... make him... feel so good... how........ warm........... his belly............

He sleeps soundly as your body is slowly churned away into the thick, warm soup in his gut. When he wakes, most of your body will be inching through his intestines, every speck of you becoming part of him. He'll rise slowly, rubbing his soft, sloshy belly, shrunken down from the size of you to something more similar to a pumpkin, and let out a low moan as he feels your liquefied body sliding through him.

He'll jerk off and make a mess all over his belly and your bed, shower in your shower, drink your coffee and eat what's left of your food, and when he leaves he'll pick up your wallet and treat himself to whatever his heart and his stomach desires until he gets cut off.

Jace could hear Dylan and Will screaming for help from Bryce’s stomach, they themselves having been devoured only a few minutes ago. None of them could know why today of all days that Bryce, their supportive and charming brother would choose to go into each of their individual rooms, slam open the door, slurp em down then move on to the next like the siblings he had played catch with all their lives were suddenly nothing but meals at a buffet, just waiting to be snatched up by the first hungry customer.

Now, he swallowed again, dragging Jace that much closer to his digestive doom. He thrashed, spasmed and kicked all he could, screaming and crying and begging the whole way down but it wad hopeless. Although Will, Jace and Dylan all had an admirable amount of muscle and frequented the local gym, none of them had ever been able to surpass Bryce. Tall, jacked, no body fat, perfect skin… growing up, they all secretly hoped that they would one day find themselves taller than their older brother, able to run faster, anything to validate their need to messure up. They never had, and now, they never would have the chance to wven try again. He might as well have been eating a few squirming hotdogs.

The pink fleshy walks were unbearably hot and smelled awful. Josh felt it get harder and harder to breathe as his oldest brother shoved his knees into his mouth, bringing the crown of Jace’s head to the tight opening that sealed off Bryce’s stomach from the rest of the world. He could feel Dylan and Will forcing themselves against it over and over again, futility trying to escape their fate. Panicing even more now, Jace cried again. “DAD!!!! ARE YOU HOME YET??? ANYONE PLEASE HELP!!!!” *GULP!* the sphincter opened, and immediately the finger tips of Dylan and Will shot through, digging for a grip on the slippery flesh, but Bryce swallowed again, hard, and shoved on his little bro’s ankles as hard as he could until Jace’s head smashed through the final blockade of digestion, putting and end to Dylan and Will’s little prison break.

However afraid Jace thought he was before was far surpassed by the horror he saw waiting for him in the pit of Bryce’s gut. Dylan and Will, both as naked as Jace, were screaming bloody murder, slamming themselves against the walls and clawing for any escape the could find. And it was clear to see why, The two of them where sitting in a shallow bath of dark red sludge, streaked with lumps of what could only have been half-digested meat. Bobbing in the stomach soup were no less than five or six human skulls, all in various stages of digestion, raging from a brittle bleached bone to one that still had hair attached to the crown, the poor guy’s scalp not fully off of his head yet.

Undigestible material that must have belonged to the people that this paste used to have been painted a dark story, one where Jace’s beloved older brother Bryce, who had been the one to teach him how to throw around a football over a decade ago when he was nine, was a voracious monster that swallowed innocent people with no remorse for the lives he cut short. Poking out of the gurgling goo were wallets, prescription eye glasses, watches, headphones from joggers, car keys, baseball hats, wedding rings… fuck, he even saw a dog collar. All the muscle that Dylan and Will and Jace had spent their childhood aspiring to was nothing more than mass stolen from innocent lives. Jace seemed to be no different to his brother.

Bryces slurped in Jace’s feet, nibbled on his toes, just to make him squirm, then threw his head back, swallowing his last brother to spend some quality time with his other little bros in their new home. “Aah.. tasty” Bryce said happily, licking his lips and savoring the lingering taste of his brothers on his lips.

The rest of Jace was forced to catch up with him, sending him down to plunge face first into the stew of human remains bellow him, coating his flesh in the same blood diluted acids that would inevitably reduce him to just another skull secretly entombed behind Bryce’s tight abs. Space was already tight, but now the three younger brothers of Bryce were all packed like sardines, naked and folded awkwardly over each other, drowning in their own shame, humiliation, and stomach acid and they begged for Bryce to spare them.

“WHY!!!!???” cried Dylan, who was freaking out more than anyone “BRYCE, WHY!?!?”

Bryce casually picked his teeth, making his way slowly down to the kitchen in hopes of getting some desert. He let out a long, lazy belch, smelling Will’s body spray on his breath. “buuhhhhhuuuaaaaaaaaaugp. ‘scuse me. Well, Dad called to let me know that he had to go out of town for next week for a major work emergency. apparently a whole floor went missing out of nowhere and Dad’s has to help train a whole new fleet of recruits before the next product launch. He told me that I was in charge til he got back and that i could, quote “help myself to whatever i could find in the house for dinner” and, well, the joggers in our neighborhood finally learned to avoid me i guess. I used to eat two or three every day on the walk home from practice. Oh man, the days when there wasn’t a jogger were the days i almost snapped and ate one of you! but i knew dad would kill me, so I never followed through. Unfortunately for you three,” Bryce’s shook his guy around, coating his trapped brothers with even more digestive juice “Today Dad’s not here and he gave me blatant permission to eat all three of you! Even if he doesn’t know it. BUUUUUAAAARRRRP”

Inside his stomach, Jace was sweating, his body sandwiched between his other two older brothers. Will was still wailing and smashing on the walls, While Dylan had now gone pale white and just sat still, trembling in fear. Jace couldn’t believe was Bryce was saying, terrified of the lack of conscious behind psychopath who he had thought was supposed to be his family. There was no way to reason with him. Bryce’s stomach, as if to drive even more fear into the heart’s of it’s contents, gave a grateful and satisfied groan, a loud *gurgle* echoing around them. Jace started hyperventilating, using up all of the oxygen trapped in the stomach with them. That along with Will’s screaming was starting to use up all the air, and he slowly felt himself start to go limp…

But all of the sudden, for one brief moment of hope, Jace took in a deep breath of clean, cold air that lifted him back into consciousness only for it to immediately be replaced with the same putrid stench of what smelled like an unholy mixture of roadkill, hot garbage and leftover mexican food, reminding him of the hell he was now living.

“Haha, sorry man, but i’m not letting you guys off that easy.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“What kind of big bro would let his little brothers suffocate?”

For a moment, all of them felt a glimmer of hope. Was this all just some sick prank? Was Bryce about to lean himself over the bathtub and puke all three of his weakling little brothers out, covered in rotting blood and bone shards? That would still be a living nightmare, buy at least it would be one that they would all survive.

“Don’t get you’re hopes up, guys, none of you are getting out of there. I just am gonna miss you guys so much, I want to make this last as long as possible. Gonna suck for you guys, I’m afraid. Getting digested alive is a more painful way to go, sure, but you guys aren’t pussies right?”

Before any of them could respond, they were all stopped by a shocking cold sensation that quickly fizzled away in the biological suana. The fading smell of chocolate lead Jace to infer that it was a pint of ice cream, swallowed whole for dessert as a chaser for Bryce’s only sibling.

Around then, as another pint of ice cream fell into the pit with them, they felt Bryce’s gluttonous stomach gurgle, this time in what was apparently renewed hunger. Jace didn’t know why, but for some reason the fact that himself and his two brothers weren’t enough to stay Bryce’s hunger made him feel all the more worthless. The stomach started sizzling a little more intensely as it geared up to increase the acid levels.

“oooooh can’t have that ruining the fun.” Bryce said, taking a bottle of antacid out of his pocket and downing the whole bottle in one effortless swallow. “Aahh, there we go. That should help keep you guys around until Tuesday, at least.” Dylan started to sob, his tears blending into the tendrils of saliva that coated his entire body. Will had finally stopped banging on the walls, slumped like a rag doll beside Jace breathing quickly and shallowly. Jace just stared forward at the barely visible pink gestating walls that pulsed around him, mind unable to process the reality of his situation. He looked to both of his brothers, packed on either side of him, both confronting the long torturous death that lay before them, all of them reduced to food and entertainment for the person they once admired.

“Y’know, just to be safe, I better order a pizza or something so i’m not hungry anymore and my stomach will know to chill. You guys wouldn’t mind making room for a delivery boy in there right?”

Sorry if this is a little too gruesome or gory, just wanted somewhere i could dump this were ppl would like it! Hope you like it tho

As he squirmed hopelessly within the confines of the predators wet, hot, tight stomach, Aaron couldn't help but feel angry at his situation. He was an alpha jock! Muscled, 6'4, beautiful thick cock. He thought he was coming over to pound a twink and instead he found an obsese, sweaty man. His breath had been disgusting as Aaron was engulfed, and slowly swallowed. Thrashing on the way down the only words the burly man said to Aaron was a compliment on how good he had tasted. His stomach was so tight, the soft pink walls instantly beginning to massage and roughly rub Aaron's body. His belly was doing what bellies do, digesting. Soon after he fell asleep, the blissful internal massage lulling him to nap. Aaron couldn't feel his legs anymore, he want sure how much of him was solid, and how much had been turned into a protein rich soup for the man to digest. His air was getting thinner and thinner, it couldn't end like this, please-