#ghostfacevore

A thick belch rumbles in the empty house as G.hostface settles back on the couch with a content sigh. His stomach is so large and heavy that he can feel it resting in his lap. His once breathable robes are now tight on his body, ripping in places where he grew too much too fast--the biggest one is right across the front of his gut, exposing the soft flesh. He slowly rubs over his gut and gives it a good smack, making it wobble. This...was the best idea he's ever had in his life.

A horror movie fanatic, this G.hostface was intent to play in the role he always loved most--the big, scary slasher. But he wanted to claim his victims in ways that no one ever has tried--total consumption! He got into a friend group at college and started picking them off. The first one had been his own roommate, attacked in the showers in the gym and devoured naked. It was a great first meal and leaving the stinking pile behind in his locker had been a lot of fun--even if a bit difficult to manage. He'd wanted to close that locker for someone to find but half of him had slopped out onto the floor so he had to go with the sloppy approach.

The second kill was better. He got a guy who worked at the school's library and hunted him through the shelves. He got a couple bruises from some books to the head but he still claimed his prey. It was a lot of fun to be belching as loud as he could in the library while melting his prey down. Leaving the stinking mess on a book cart to be found had been a much better display than his first prey.

The third was just a gimmie because...well, to be honest, G.hostface just got really hungry after those first two increasing his appetite. He was just some dude dating one of the guys in the group but that was good enough--he'd snuck in through his window and devoured him in his sleep while his boyfriend was in the shower. He'd been a bit worried he wouldn't finish off his meal in time, but he just barely managed. melting that guy down in record time felt...so fucking good and dumping him off in his own bed was good. He'd almost fucked up when he realized his ass had gotten too big for the window but he manages to squeeze through just before the boyfriend returned.

He had to slow down a bit after that, though. Three men was leaving a very notable weight gain on him that he couldn't keep making excuses for. His shirts already didn't fit anymore and he'd ripped at least two pairs of jeans in front of people because of how large he's gotten. Luckily, the big frat party going on that weekend gave him the grand stage for his finale. Moving around in the crowd with his costume was pretty easily, especially as the men around him got more wasted. He took one of his prey down while he was in the bathroom and filled the bathtub with the thick logs of crap he was reduced to. After that, he spread a rumor to some guys that the cops were coming to get people to bail so he could attack more openly.

His next two prey were using one of the bedrooms for a good time. It was so easy to get them. When the first one stepped out to find why people were leaving the party, G.hostface jumped him, greedily snarfing him down. He immediately waddled into the room, the second meal not even looking at him. It was perfectly easy to slurp him down as well and enjoy his double meal. He was trying to think about where he'd want to leave them when his other meal came in and saw him sitting on the bed, two people screaming and squirming in his guts. Chasing that guy around was not fucking easy while so full, but thankfully his gut was sticking out enough for him to just knock the guy right down the stairs to incapacitate him. G.hostface was still winded though as he hoists the man up and starts to guzzle him down next, pushing his belly to further limits.

He'd do his best to melt those three down as fast as he can, managing to mulch up three live men in record time. The bassy belch he lets loose doesn't do much for subtly anymore...or the bassy fart that follows soon after. But he makes sure to take his shit in front of the front door so the waist-high pile of crap at least kept it shut. Sure enough, though, his remaining meals were well aware of his presence now.

He found them in the kitchen and...well, he doesn't want to admit it, but he kind of got his ass kicked. Eating and digesting three men so fast honestly was exhausting, and he's now carrying an extra hundred or so pounds on his body, so he got beat around while trying to chase them down around the house. But he manages to get the upper hand when one of the two remaining men tries to shove him over the couch in the living room. He grabbed onto the guy and they both went tumbling over it and out of sight. When he got to his feet again, his stomach is full, and there's only one prey left. His crap at the front door stops his meal from escaping, and soon he's slurping down his final meal of the night.

And now, late into the night, with a steaming pile of shit sitting on the table in front of him, all G.hostface can do is simply enjoy his handiwork. Sure, he's a bit bruised and banged up, but he did it! He got to live out his dream of being the killer of a horror movie. His hands run along his heavy gut, large enough that it looks like there's a human inside even while empty. His ass and thighs have basically ripped the seams of his pants apart, as has his thicker arms. He'd not going to lose this weight for a good while.

A massive belch roars out of the masked man while his gut bounces and sloshes around. It's been a couple of months since G.hostface had claimed his victory--and ownership--over his chosen prey. That first batch had already left him rather chunky, giving him a soft, round body type after all the additional heft. It's gotten worsen since then. Even when he's not full, he basically waddles around every time he moves after how fat he's gotten. But that's what his new diet will do to a guy.

He currently has three guys boiling into slop in his guts--a father and two of his adult sons, all fighting pathetically for their lives in the depths of the killer's tank. Another thick belch rumbles out of him and he gives his gut a few slow smacks in satisfaction. "Oh fuck yeah, I love a good dad bod...it really makes a meal good. Don't you agree?" He pushes his gut down, the bed creaking under him as he forces his prey deeper into the mattress.

It's been a good few months for the killer. He's turned his prey's phone into a menu and has been picking off every stray contract in it. Friends were the easiest to get in big batches and he's burned through most of those--anyone left is just too out of reach for the moment. He targeted other people in the prey's life, too, like professors and classmates and roommates he'd taken an affinity to. But this time, he's finally taken it a step up--he's gone after his prey's family.

"If I had know your pops was going to be such a good meal, I would have chowed on him first," the killer says, patting his gut some more as it gurgles and bubbles wetly. "Your brothers were pretty good, too. Nice appetizers for the real meal. You don't have more, do you?" There's a muffled reply against his gut and some rather deep rubbing. Guess not but oh well. "Then we'll have to worry about the extended family next, won't we?" The rubs turn into a shove that works out a deep belch from the killer. Hell, it nearly knocks his own mask off!

"Alright, alright, I get it--I won't be so greedy with this one. I know how much you love getting to feel the tank work everyone you love into sludge one by one..." It was honestly great. G.hostface hadn't expected his prey to get so into it but it seems like he's come around on the whole thing. He just loooves being smothered under the fattening gut as it smelts down whatever sap ended up inside. It's made the whole thing a lot more fun~ "Mmf...I think my gut got a little excited, though. Feels like your brothers already croaked. I bet daddy'll be dead soon, too..." His gloves hands roam over his gut, feeling it getting softer yet again. He pushes down, working out a wet squelch as they sink in.

"Guess that makes me daddy now, right?" Another harsh shove on his gut makes him belch out a pair of cracked glasses. "Ugh, fine, too soon. Just knock that off and listen to me claim your family." He's definitely going to need some new robes soon. They've been getting tight on his growing gut and ass since he finished off his prey's professors. He's definitely going to grow out of them after this one...though that idea is kind of exciting, too. It gives him even more weight to throw around for his prey.

It was a glorious moment of victory for the masked killer. He'd picked off a couple of guys so far, just to put everyone on edge...and maybe to thicken out his body a bit as well. When the party started, he had a nice pot belly that was just barely visible through the cloak he wore. He's very thankful for the outfit, honestly, given that it works so well with his growing body. Three men already and he was starting to get chubby. But tonight...tonight's going to be different. It's going to be a feast.

It's five tonight, and unlike the last three, it's all at once--well, one at a time, but not a whole lot of time letting them churn. The first one was taken down in the bathroom--pulled behind the shower curtain and scarfed down. The next was outside with some luring texts, hit over the head, and devoured before he could wake up. The third was trying to get into his car but his keys were somewhere in G.hostface's lower tract--and he would be pretty soon after. The fourth was just done having sex with the fifth, neither of which had even noticed the party cleared out or disappeared down the man's hatch. They...went down together.

There was only one person left. G.hostface’s main ‘prey’, the one surrounding it all. They’d noticed their disappearing friends and are the reason the rest of the party is gone but they’re all on their own now. It doesn’t take long for the masked killer to get them cornered snd pinned under his massive gut. It’s groaning loudly, stuffed taut with five men inside, their cloak just barely covering their stomach but not doing enough to hide the bulges of the live, squirming prey. Not that he’d want to hide them—no, in fact, he’s absolutely relishing in this. It’s a perfect plan come to fruition.

"So, how's it feel?" the masked killer says to the man pinned under his gut. "Feeling your friends dying just in front of you? Knowing that they're melting alive in my guts, destined to fill out my figure as more plushness and...heh, well, also fill out a toilet bowl or five." He isn't expecting an intelligible answer--and in fact, the best he gets is some muffled words against his gut and some pathetic squirming. It does work out a rather meaty belch from G.hostface at the very least.

"Oooh yeah...they're really churning up in there, too. I ate that loser stoner you liked hanging out with so much--he throws a great party, huh? I think he's sloshing around somewhere in my intestines right now and he's gonna be stinking things up pretty soon. Oh, and I made sure to save your boyfriend for last so he's still kicking around in there~ Did you know he had a side piece? Yeah, your best friend, they were doing in while I guzzled them down! Guess I did you a favor, huh? No need to thank me~ You could say...I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy." The killer laughs at his own reference as he feels some new squirms from the pinned treat under his belly.

J.ason V.oorhees is a large and intimidating man. Living in the woods around C.amp C.rystal Lake, he’s like it’s protector. Any man that enters those woods or that old, abandoned camp site goes missing. The people who live in the area know it’s Jason’s doing. No one else seems to listen. It happens every summer. A couple looking for some place secluded? Gone, usually with a belch. A group of college students looking for a place to get drunk and party? It only takes one night to clear one of those groups out, one or two at a time, but none left over. Hikers? Birdwatchers? Some lost tourist? Gone, gone, gone. No one’s brave enough to go collect what’s left. Acid stained clothes that got belched up, cars that have been left to time, cabins left dirty with empty beer bottles and toppled furniture from struggling guys devoured right out of them. And, of course, steaming piles of crap of various sizes that are left in the woods as a warning. Ones that are never heeded, it seems. Jason hates all the intruders, but in the end, they keep him very, very well fed. If they didn’t, he might have to start expanding his territory, and no one wants that.