#disposal

This was it, the day, the culmination of his last season as a college senior. The locker room was raucous as the boys prepared for the final hoorah. Everyone except for—

“Yo, D-Rock, you good?” the quarterback asked after seeing the state of his star offensive lineman.

D-Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his bloated guts releasing another bubbling whine as it chugged with barely digested food.

“Yea bro, just.. °.•OURP•.° something I ate… giving me mad indigestion.” Good lie, he‘ll never suspect a thing.

“Fuck that smelled like shit,” the quarterback scoured as he grabbed a pink bottle from his locker. “Look, D-Rock, you’re my boy, but you gotta stop tanking people, ‘specially before big games. Take this and it’ll get ya right. I just hope whoever’s in there ain’t kicking still, it gets pretty painful.”

The tan hunk gave a blank stare before he reluctantly grabbed the bottle, glancing at it before looking back up. “You remember that Tri-Delt we had a threesome with? The one with the digestion kink, this is her boyfriend and little brother…” the jock groped the underside of his gut, sloshing it in the process.

“Damn, I forgot about Anna-Catherine… she tongue fucked my sweaty ass like there was no tomorrow,” smiled the quarterback as he reached over and dapped up his swollen teammate.

“Kickoff in 10, and you better not look like.. this,” he motioned around the jocks gut before he playfully slapped it and walked off, making sure his sculpted ass was swaying in his uniform. ————————————————————————————

The inside of D-Rock Hanes’ bowels was a chemical slaughterhouse beyond human comprehension. In just 24 hours, that slutty Tri-Delt’s boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, was completely and utterly obliterated. He himself was a jock, but his muscles and protein only served to bloat the star of the O-line with gas, mainly as swampy, putrid farts that were beginning to tingle his hairy hole.

Nothing solid remains of the ex-meathead, his sloshing remains drained out of D-Rock’s gut and slipping through those cramped bowels. The same could not be said for STD’s (slutty Tri-Delt’s) little brother. She requested D-Rock send him to join her ex’s remains within his guts… about 4 hours ago.

D-Rock figured her twinky femboy brother would melt down like butter on a hot day. He was so small and fragile, he’d get crunched in no time…

The college twink wheezed as he spit up a little more blood, still basting in the other boy’s remains, the slimy gunk and burning pulp that splashed his bloodshot eyes. His throat was too scorched to yell anymore, and he had lost all sensation in his extremities. Not that he wasn’t in pain, but he’d already given up hope, until he felt a pellet land on his head. Then another, and another. Tens of little capsules rained down on him and began fizzing and frothing like crazy. The bubbles violently roared as the acids began to hiss, rising more and more as the twink could barely crane his neck upwards, not even getting to think his last thoughts before everything suddenly went black. ———————————————————————————

*NNNGHH— HNNNG*

D-Rock struggled to push out the last bits of his massive pre-game feast. The few remaining logs left baking in his colon refused to budge. The massive jock felt sweat course down his face as his potbelly erupted with a string of wet, angry gurgles and bassy groans. He felt the deluge of bony loafs cascade through his intestines as his musky pucker began to wink and open. The pinkish flesh suddenly gaped as a massive gust of raunchy air blasted out the football player’s unwashed ass with a rancid *•°PHHHRRRRRTTTTRTT°*•

The shockwave of disgusting bowel-scented air echoed off the porcelain toilet bowl as a waterfall of shit began to pour from the jocks ass. The last little bit of her brother recentering the world as semi-solid turds, little blond hairs and broken down bone embedded within as it clanked against the toilet bowl.

“Fuckkk,” D-Rock moaned in relief as his guts reverted back to normal. The jock flushed the toilet before walking over to the mirror, admiring the form of his massive figure in the glass. He was a unit, a fucking ogre of a man, with an even fatter ass to match. Just two giant mounds of fat and muscle, nicely dusted with some coarse blond hairs and scented with the smell of pure man musk after a workout.

He also admired that bloated gut, how much it had shrunk since he took those pills… speaking of which, he glanced over at his duffel bag with the pink pills. He still had some time before kickoff~

I’d be lying back, my stomach growling like the insatiable beast it is as I watch you squirm and blush in front of me. You’re just the right size and shape to satisfy my intense overwhelming hunger. My mouth waters as I imagine the taste of your sweaty skin, the way you’ll feel sliding down my throat and into my waiting stomach.

I grab you by the waist, my fingers digging into your delicious flesh as I pull you closer, your scent making my stomach growl. My jaw unhinges, my mouth opening impossibly wide as I bring you to my lips. You struggle, your hands pushing against my hairy as fuck chest, but it’s useless. I’m too strong, too hungry, you're going to be swallowed alive.

I start with your head, my slimy wet tongue pressing against your face as I begin to swallow you down. You taste incredible—salty, sweet, and utterly intoxicating, my cock is already throbbing like fuck. I take my time, savoring every inch of you as you slide deeper into my dark pulsating throat.

Your legs kick uselessly as I swallow you down, my powerful throat muscles pulling you deeper and deeper, claiming you. I can feel every inch of you—your chest, your stomach, your hips—as you disappear into me forever.

Finally, with one last straining gulp, you’re gone, eaten alive, devoured. Your body settling heavily into my stomach with a satisfying slosh and bulge. I pat my bloated belly, feeling you squirm inside me as I groan and try not to cum yet.

My stomach is a churning, acidic cauldron, the walls contracting rhythmically as they work to break you down like the piece of meat you are. I can feel every movement, every twitch, as you squirm inside me.

The acids are already working their magic, eating away at your skin and muscles. I can feel the warmth spreading through my body, the way your body dissolves into a thick meaty soup, fuel for my hunger.

You’re fighting but it’s useless, it was always going to be against me. You’re mine now, and there’s no escape. I can feel every inch of you begin to dissolve, the way your body melts into a warm, sludgy pulp has me more turned on that ever.

It’s intoxicating, the way you squirm and struggle inside me. I can feel every movement, every twitch, as my body works to break you down.

“You’re mine now,” I growl, my voice low and gravelly. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of your brutal digestion.”

can't stop thinking about the last time a pred is going to interact with the prey. the final moments where the prey is nothing but shit to be pushed out of a pred, reduced to waste and nothing else

the pred might be teasing the prey, despite them being long gone. talking about how easy it was to catch the prey, and how easy it is to release them

an inexperienced pred clutching their belly as they push and strain, gasping in pain as bones push out whole and solid due to their weak stomach

a pred who's just going to the bathroom. no fanfare, they're just on their phone like any other day, completely ignoring the fact they're shitting out a whole person

a cruel pred who leaves a huge pile of shit in a loved one's bed, or on their porch with a polaroid of the prey tossed on the mound