#malepred

I still can’t believe it happened.

We were just hanging out in his apartment like any other Friday night—pizza boxes on the coffee table, controllers in our hands, trash-talking each other over the latest fighting game. My best friend Mike had always been the bigger guy: tall, broad-shouldered, with a soft, heavy beer belly that he proudly showed off whenever he lifted his shirt after a big meal. I’d teased him about it for years, but tonight something felt… different.

He kept glancing at me with this strange, hungry look while we played. Then, right after I beat him for the third time in a row, he paused the game, set his controller down, and said quietly, “You know… I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, dude. Swallowing you whole and turning you into nothing but belly fat… and eventually pushing out whatever’s left.”

Before I could even ask what he meant, Mike lunged. His strong hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked me forward. In one smooth motion, he opened his mouth impossibly wide and shoved my head straight between his lips.

Everything went hot, wet, and dark instantly. His tongue slathered over my face, tasting me with slow, deliberate licks like I was the best thing he’d ever eaten. I tried to pull back, yelling, “Mike—what the fuck?! Stop!” but the words were swallowed up by the slick, rippling flesh of his throat. He gulped hard—GLURK—and my head slid down into the tight, muscular tube.

The pressure was crushing. His throat squeezed and pulsed around my shoulders as he swallowed again and again, each powerful gulp dragging me deeper. I felt his hands gripping my waist, lifting me off the couch so gravity could help him. My chest disappeared next, the wet heat sliding over my torso as my arms were pinned uselessly to my sides. I could hear his muffled moans of pleasure vibrating all around me.

“Mmmph… fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” his voice rumbled through the fleshy walls, thick with satisfaction.

My stomach slid past his tongue, and then my hips. By now his belly was already swelling dramatically outward. I could feel the way his gut stretched and bulged as more and more of me packed inside. My legs kicked wildly outside his mouth, shoes flailing in the air, but he just tilted his head back and took another long, greedy swallow. My thighs vanished, then my knees, until only my calves and feet were left twitching between his lips.

One final, wet GULP and my feet slipped inside. I was gone—completely sealed away inside my best friend’s stomach.

The inside was pitch black, unbearably hot, and incredibly tight. Thick, slimy walls pressed in from every direction, kneading and massaging my curled-up body. The air was thick and acrid, already starting to tingle against my skin as digestive juices began to pool around me. I pushed out desperately with my hands and elbows, feeling the soft, stretchy flesh of his belly bulge outward in clear imprints of my limbs.

Outside, I heard Mike let out a long, satisfied groan. “Ohhh fuck yes… all of you, right where you belong.” His big hands rubbed slow, heavy circles over the massive, sagging dome of his gut. I could feel every pat and rub through the walls. “My best friend… turned into nothing but belly food. You’re making me so full and round, dude. Look at how huge my gut is now."

His stomach responded with a deep, wet groooaaannn, the walls contracting tightly around me and sloshing the rising acids higher up my body. I kicked harder, screaming and pounding my fists against the churning sac. “Mike! Let me out! This isn’t funny!”

But my shouts only came out as faint, muffled gurgles from the outside. Mike chuckled, the sound vibrating pleasantly through his belly. “Sorry, man… no can do. You feel way too good in there. All that squirming is making my stomach work overtime. You’re gonna digest nice and slow for me, break down into nothing but nutrients and waste. Then I’ll push you out as a big, satisfying log—nothing left of my best friend but some shit I’ll flush away.”

He leaned back on the couch, and I felt the heavy weight of his belly settle over his lap, my curled-up form shifting inside with the movement. Another loud gurgle rolled through the chamber, followed by the wet sounds of digestion picking up speed. The tingling on my skin was turning into a burning itch as the acids rose.

Mike kept talking to me, voice lazy and content as he rubbed his swollen gut. “You always joked about how big my belly was… now you get to live in it. Permanently. Gonna turn you into more of this soft, jiggly gut."

I kept struggling, thrashing as hard as I could, but the walls only squeezed tighter in response, coating me in more thick, churning slime. His hands pressed down firmly on the bulges I made, pushing me deeper into the digestive soup.

there's more to come after this~!

Jacob loves his snacks in all shapes and sizes… and he also loves to suck on them with his long, slimy tongue until they add some extra flavor! 🤤

Shiggy abuse because the dusty bit deserves it

I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.

That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.

My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.

Fuck it. I was still hungry.

I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.

I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.

“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”

I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…

My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.

One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.

I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.

“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”

I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.

“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”

I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.

I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.

I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”

that bulge in his throat is me.

and you get to play  a male pred

And those of us of like being prey to male preds be like

(So then rp with female preds)

The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.

He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.

“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”

That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.

The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”

Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.

“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.

Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.

Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.

“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”

For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.

But then the indigestion hit.

Hard.

A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.

“Urrrp— oh shit…”

His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.

Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.

“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”

His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.

“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”

He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.