Gluttony's Den

wanna drink some beers and watch football bro? 🐷⚽️

(Oral vore, consensual prey, safe vore.)

The tall, hairy chested man stood at the door to the hotel room and waited for the man who solicited his services to open the door. It took one "I'm here” message and that the door flew open.

A small, frankly pathetic looking man was standing and staring up at the muscle bull with his hands folded. There wasn't much dialog from the two men from the point of entry, until that rubber banded wad of cash found its way into the larger man's hand and into his wallet.

"So, what did you want me to be?" His deep voice rumbled as he counted the money to double check the amount.

"U-uhm... B-Big brother fantasy?" He sat back on the edge of the single bed, eyes still trained on his socked feet and barely finding the wherewithal to take short glances at the man. It must’ve been like staring at the sun for the smaller man, having such a large fellow present and paid for a very specific service.

"Not like you won’t have another chance to have another round," The prostitute slipped the money in his wallet before crossing his arms, hairy forearms wrapping over one another and sitting below those two thick pecs. The scrawny man gave his choice more thought, looking over the man and stopping at the smirk on the rent-man’s goateed face.

"Fuck... no, be a football player." This made the larger man’s smirk turn to a grin.

"College or Professional? Ooh, or even the coach?” The man flexed his arms, “Might be too old for both” He chuckled and started to take off his shirt. “Are you my fan? Or just some waterboy?" He leaned against the empty hotel dresser with his black shirt tossed over his shoulder.

He couldn't even stand to look at the larger man as he shamefully detailed his fantasy. Was it normal for him to help his customers decide?

“Could you be a bully also? Don’t actually hurt me or anything,” This concern amused the larger man.

"Remember the paper you signed? This belly promises no bodily harm, unless thats desired,” he punctuated his brief reiteration of his advertising with a stroke down his belly. “Do you have a safe word picked out yet?”

“Will this stop you… eating me? Or the whole experience?” The man looked up at the somewhat muscle bellied man’s navel, trying to picture how his fantasy will finally get fulfilled.

“Depends on when you say it. If I got your legs in my throat and I hear it, I’ll cough you up then. If you say it while tanked, I’ll take it as you’re ready to be let out. Sound good?” The man seemed professional enough and the reviews left nothing to be desired.

“Okay…” His client took a deep breath before finally looking him in the eye, their brown color matching the thick brows that hung over them. “My safeword is ‘Crunchwrap Supreme’…” This earned another laugh from the larger man.

“Thats a good idea for dinner… thanks for the suggestion,” He smiled and stroked his belly again. “So, I got my own safeword. I’ll let you know when my stomach is starting to get antsy and wants to actually make you food. Thats the maximum cut off, okay? Can’t go digesting my clientele.” He smiled and sat next to the still nervous man, “So, want that to be in character or for me to stop there and just let you out?”

The client was shocked at the level of customization…

“In character, please.”

“Awe, please,” The goateed man grinned and stood up again, “I’ll step out for a moment, let you get into your headspacd, then we’ll start.”

His service man stepped out into the room’s foyer, just far enough to be out of sight for a brief moment. This seemed to both excite the client for what was to come and for the fact he’s made it so far without passing out…

Out walked the same man, still shirtless but definitely holding himself different. Like he had just got out of 90 degree weather and was exhausted. That black tee-shirt was lifted off his shoulder and tossed against the client’s face, swallowing his head in the fabric briefly and teasing him with the smell of his cologne and bodily chemistry.

"You chose a bad time to be a creeper, I'm starving after practice." The beefier stud rubbed his hand down his rounded abs. That smirk returned and grew into a smile as he walked up closer to his client.

"P-please, I-I..." The man felt the fantasy come on too quickly, his stomach tingling as the large man dove right into the humiliation.

"God, you're probably gonna like being swallowed. Better not jizz in my throat or I'll crush you before you can even suffocate in there." The larger man pushed himself against the man and held his legs between his knees. "Talking about food is making me horny, stay still..." The smaller man's eyes widened as the man above him dragged his hand over his button-fly’d bulge, “Gonna help a brother out or are you gonna be my landing strip?”

Those arms crossed back over his chest, leaving that smaller man to reach his hands over and slowly undo those warm metal buttons until he could see the mesh jockstrap in its full glory. The “football player” bit his lower lip as those two little hands dipped into his crotch and cupped his bulge, the pulsing heat growing in his hand along with the thick length that began to strain against the underwear. He let his client play for a moment until he tugged at the mesh and out flopped that 6 inch beer can.

“Good boy. Greet me proper,” he tipped his flared, glistening cock maw down towards the man’s face with his thumb. He swallowed down the saliva in his miraculously dry mouth and planted a long, deep-breathed kiss along the wide shaped tip, that clear, oozing pre-cum becoming a manly lip balm.

“C-can I?” He didn’t finish his sentence, just one look up into those thick-browed eyes stopping his train of thought.

“Didn’t ask permission when you snuck in and watched me shower, didn’t you?” A thick hand fell on his shoulder, “Got what you wanted, now don’t leave me hanging.”

The man licked his lips and tasted the salty residue from his first kiss and felt his stomach growl for more than just precum. Those thick digits tightened around his shoulder as he eagerly shoved that length past his lips, plugging it into his throat and earning a roaring moan from his ‘bully’. He bobbed without any direction, eyes closed and nose running with dedication as he worked to please the man of his fantasies.

In between bobs, the grip on his shoulder was used to push the man back onto the bed. The smaller man lost his grip on his hairy sack but could feel them tense before he was pushed off that twitching rod. The hand that was just holding him gripped that dripping shaft, lubricated with the spit of a dedicated waterboy. It took only a couple pumps for thick ribbons of heavy cream to launch out and coat the smaller man’s face and abdomen, its viscous texture barely moving from where it was hosed to.

“Now you’re good and uff… seasoned,” the smaller man, still covered by that hot spunk, felt himself get lifted by the under arms to be eye-level with the somewhat satisfied ‘jock’. “Thanks for the BJ, you’re still food.” He was reminded the real purpose of The arrangement… “Be good food and don’t squirm too much before you get to my belly, then you can kick all you want.”

That goateed maw opened to a normal size at first, his hot breath washing over the man’s cum covered face before a tongue dragged over its features. Then, almost like some dog, his lips and jaws slowly just hinged wider, saliva going first before his lips followed suit.

Partly stunned by sheer obedience and fully by an enrapturing sense of primal fear, honey glazed by well practiced fantasy, the man just stood perfectly still as his head was held in the maw and gullet of the larger man.

The hands that anchored him in place dropped lower to his ankles, moments before gravity swapped and his head was now pointed directly towards the cavity that lead into his devourer’s esophagus. A shallow swallow and a shove pushed his head into the throat, which required another swallow and shove to be in the segment of throat where he could hear a deep heartbeat. It slowed as his predator held his breath, making purposefully quick work of his meagre frame. His entire upper half was just inside this man’s throat…

Those leg’s buckled and squirmed in his grasp, a revelation plus the muscle’s undulations lead to his client blowing his load in his pants. First timers always forget to take off their clothes, partially digested clothes made good souvenirs however.

The Escort pushed those legs down with a flat palm and moaned as he felt his stomach twitch and bloat as the skinny man’s body funneled down to the last time of his kinky experience. He rubbed the bulge those feet made in his throat down and swallowed hard, pulling the last bit of his prey into the tight, jutting ball of gravity defying belly.

Those hands immediately rubbed and bounced that gut around, the drooling member rehardened and twitching in the air. His hand wiped down his wet goatee and down his chest, spreading out some of that excess saliva.

“You’re so small, barely noticeable…” The predator lies through his teeth, the pointy elbows and knees of his prey visible through the coily brown patches of body hair that coated its surface. “Still gonna need dinner with you in there,” he laughed and slapped the underside of his gut, approximately where the devoured man’s ass was. The initial shock dissipated as the movement began, the prey experimenting as he tested how hard it was to move against the stomach. “Keep moving, just makes digestion faster…” His predator smirked as he made up that fact, seeing his prey stop moving briefly. “Scared my belly will claim you? Its already has you… better to just listen to its master,” he chuckled and dug a finger into his shallow navel.

This went on for the next hour. The prey would still, and the predator would say something to stir up movement. A burp, a slap, or a well timed roll in bed, and he’d get his client squirming. To the prey, the stomach slowly became filled with liquid, possibly swallowed saliva or digestive juices. It began to pool as his clothes could no longer absorb any more fluid, their fibers beginning to relax and fall apart off his own body. He had been bent into a tight fetal position the last few minutes after a particularly long belch escaped his predator’s lips.

Things tightened around him as he felt himself submit to that stomach’s wet walls as he was pushed in reverse up that gullet. Like a bizarre bird, the larger man regurgitated slowly into the bathtub of the hotel room. The shower was on and set to warm, the water somehow feeling cooler than the digestive juice that he had been swimming in the last two hours.

“Oughf… There we go,” his stomach looked… deflated, “Rinsing that belly juice off.” The large man squatted next to the tub, “Just let me play around the whole time, didn’t you?” The man was back to his average self, no longer in character. “Just let me swallow you up and give in? You make this job easy.” He chuckled, “I hope you book me again, you tasted better than most guys.” The man let the water run over his sensitive skin as he listened to the strangely arousing compliment.

“I… I will be booking again…”

“Make me cum next time and I’ll get you a discount on your appointment,” He smiled, “See ya little guy.”

The client laid alone now, reliving and missing that comfortable darkness…

You will be digested by them for no other reason than the fact that you were their enemy. This is the natural consequence. Being their enemy, this is where you end up. An undignified end, treated as food for their body. Nothing close to being equals.

You feel them patting, rubbing their stomach. Obviously overjoyed. So happy to have finally defeated you. You feel their heart race, quick beating from overhead. Their body ecstatic, their mind and stomach both over excited at the prospect of digesting you.

You hear them say,

Mmmf… God, you're heavy in there…

They brag about winning, but their stomach is gurgling louder now so you cant hear them as easily. You feel them flop down, belly swaying, and you feels hands on the outside of the stomach, rubbing, kneading your form.

They tell you how satisfying that was. A good meal. A bit heavy, but oh, very satiating.

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…