#maxtshepard

I just got home from the gym, still pumped after out-lifting that whole pack of cocky college frat preds. They were flexing hard, talking shit like they ran the place, but I shut them up quick by shoving each one down my throat right there in the locker room. Swallowed the whole group one after another, felt all that muscle and attitude bulging out my gut the whole drive back.

Now I am sitting here on the bed rubbing this hairy belly, letting out some long deep farts while they churn down into nothing. My gut has been working them over real nice the last couple hours.

About to head to the toilet and show them their final place. Gonna drop a massive group load, thick heavy logs sliding out slow with their frat gear tangled up in the mess, bones cracking as those solid skulls stretch my hole wide one by one. Gonna leave a fat steaming pile in the bowl that used to be a whole crew of preds.

I finally had enough of that cocky football asshole last night. He had been terrorizing our water polo team for weeks, swallowing a few of the guys and proudly shitting them out right in our pool like it was some kind of joke. At the frat party, we were both hammered after way too many rounds of beer pong. He was talking his usual shit, flexing and calling us pool boys, when I just grabbed his head and forced it down my throat.

The swallow was awkward as hell with all the beer in us. He was drunk and sloppy, half-fighting and half-laughing, slurring a muffled voice in my throat, something like “what the fuck, freshman, you can’t handle this” while I struggled to get his wide shoulders down. The boys around the table were cheering and yelling, “Go for it, bro,” and “Dump that fucker.” Took forever, but I finally forced all 300 pounds of him down. My gut ballooned out huge, practically dwarfing me. I passed out right there next to the beer pong table.

My best friend shook me awake late this morning. He was rocking his own fat, bloated gut. The second I sat up, a massive booming fart ripped out of my cheeks, vibrating the floor for at least a minute. “Fuck, bro... he’s coming out right now,” I groaned. My friend laughed and said, “Same here, man, I got one of the lacrosse guys last night!" The house is absolutely destroyed, there are shit piles everywhere, packed with skulls and whole skeletons, truly a "shitty" afterparty.

He helped me up, and we stumbled to the bathroom. I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet while he squatted over the edge of the bathtub. We both started pushing hard at the same time. Long wet farts filled the room as thick heavy logs started sliding out, stretching our holes wide. I was grunting loudly while the football player’s remains crackled and dropped into the bowl. “God damn, he’s thick...” I moaned. My bro was struggling next to me, pushing out his lacrosse guy into the tub. We were both rock hard, unknowingly jerking ourselves off while we kept shitting. The smells, the sounds, the feeling, watching each other push out these massive logs had us grinning like idiots the whole time.

I came first, shooting hard while that football fucks skull finally stretched me to the max and dropped into the overflowing toilet with a heavy thud. My bro finished right after, moaning loud as he filled half the bathtub.

Once we were both empty, I looked over at the disaster in the bowl, the football player’s skull sitting right on top of the pile like a trophy. I grinned at my friend and said, “Bro, take a pic of this for me. Gotta remember my first college meal.” He laughed and snapped this shot of me while I smiled hard, and I threw up the double thumbs.

Hey bro, fuck yeah, that gut on him screams "full tank" already. Bearded cutie cradling his belly like he's proud of the load inside. Let's spin a quick vore tale around him, me as the pred scooping him up. Keeping it raw and short, just for you 😏

Spotted this beefy boy at the bar last night: backwards cap, gray shirt straining over that massive dome of a gut, beard scratching my chin when I leaned in close. "You look full, bro," I growled in his ear, hand sliding under his shirt to rub that smooth, stretched skin. He smirked, flexing it a little, but I could tell he was packing something heavy, maybe a snack from earlier. His tank gurgled low and meaty like mine after a good meal.

We stepped out back to the alley, his eyes lighting up when I pinned him against the wall, my own belly rumbling hungrily against his. "Wanna join whatever's sloshing in there?" he teased, but nah, I'm the apex. Flipped him easily, throat working fast. Head-first gulp, his cap popping off as his shoulders crammed past my lips, beard tickling the whole way down. That big gut of his compressed tight in my neck, obscene bulge sliding slowly while he kicked and muffled-yelled. Feet vanished with a wet gluck, and my tank ballooned huge, his form pressing out a clear face outline, that rounded belly now part of mine.

Kicked back on the couch after, rubbing the squirms while long bassy belches ripped out his scent, beery, musky, with a hint of whatever prey he had churning before me. Gut went to work quick, overdrive mode: gurgles thunderously, softening him to thick slop in under two hours, my cock leaking from the vibrations.

By morning, I was squatting in the woods, spreading wide, moaning deep as the first log crowned. A massive, dark, steaming coil slides out slowly, flecks of his beard hair and shirt scraps in it. Stacked waist-high easy, reeking protein-heavy while I stroked and came hard from the prostate stretch. Left the pile there as a marker, his cap on top like a twisted trophy.

I walked into the yoga studio at the back of the gym and there he was, this cocky gymfluencer with the pretty face and the ornamental muscles, filming himself flexing in the mirror like he owned the place. He had been doing that shit for weeks, secretly recording newbies struggling through their sets and talking mad trash about them for his socials. “Look at these weak little bitches,” he would say on camera. “Real alphas don’t train like that.”

Karma’s a bitch, bro.

I didn’t even give him time to stop recording. Just walked up behind him, wrapped my arm around his head, and shoved it straight down my throat. He barely struggled. One second he was mid-pose, the next his shoulders were sliding down easy and his curly hair was disappearing between my lips. I gulped the rest of him down in a couple smooth swallows and felt him curl up tight in my tank. My abs flexed hard around him right away, compressing him into a neat little ball.

He started crying immediately. “Dude, what the fuck! Let me you stupid fucker!” he screamed inside me. I just laughed and patted the tight swell in my stomach. “Aww, what’s wrong, pretty boy? Thought you were hot shit filmin' everybody else? Now you’re the content, bitch. Settle in, influencer. You’re about to become fuel for a real alpha.”

I went straight back to my circuit like nothing happened. Every time I crunched or lifted, I felt him getting softer and weaker. A couple of massive, wet burps rolled up halfway through my chest set, bringing up the taste of his overpriced pre-workout. “Tastes like desperation,” I muttered with a laugh, rubbing my abs as they flattened him out even more. He was still crying, hardly, but it was getting weaker and more desperate with every set.

By the time I finished my last round of pull-ups and started walking out the gym doors, there was nothing left of him but smooth, tight muscle. My stomach was completely flat again, just a little extra pump in my arms and chest from all that protein. I glanced down at my abs in the mirror by the exit and smirked, releasing one final echoing belch.

“Should’ve stuck to filming newbies, bro. At least now you’re actually useful.”

I was out on the boat with the boys all day, sun beating down and a cooler full of brews making everything feel loose and easy. We had been fishing and bullshitting for hours when I pulled the black-hat guy in close for a kiss. He went with it right away, arm around my shoulder, mouths locked up nice and deep. The kiss kept going longer than I planned, so I just stretched my lips over his face and kept sliding down. He barely fought it. Felt his head pop into my throat easy, and I glanced down to see a massive boner already straining hard in his jeans.

A few big gulps later and his black hat hit the deck of the boat. The rest of him slid down smooth until he was curled up tight in my tank top, squirming and bulging my gut out good. The boys started laughing and clapping. One of them yelled, “Damn, bro, you really went for it. How’s he feel in there?” I just grinned and rubbed the heavy swell. “Heavy as hell but he’s settling in nice. Pass me another brew, man. He is gonna be churning for a while.”

We kept fishing like nothing happened. I would lean back every so often and rip these long wet farts that rolled across the water, the boys cracking up each time. “Listen to that,” I told them, patting my gut. “He is really breaking down in there. Smells like he is ready to come out soon.” Another guy laughed and said, “Bro, you always turn your hookups into logs faster than any of us." "You'd better save some fish for the rest of the boat, though, you fat fuck.” I just shrugged and let out another deep fart. “He is almost soup now. Feels pretty damn good.”

A couple of hours and a few more brews later, my gut had gone soft and sloshy. I stood up, dropped my pants, and squatted right over the side of the boat. Grunted deep and pushed. Massive thick logs started sliding out slowly, stretching my hole wide as hell. The boys were all watching, laughing, and snapping pics as the first heavy coils hit the water and floated away. I kept grunting and farting while more of him dropped, long heavy pieces packed with bits of his shirt and jeans. When his skull finally stretched me to the max and popped through, I let out a long, satisfied groan.

One of the guys pointed and said, “There he goes, floating off like the rest of the bait.” I laughed, picked up his black hat from the deck, and set it right on top of one of the bigger logs bobbing behind the boat. “There you go, bro. Looks good on you.” The boys cheered as we fired up the motor and headed back to the dock, leaving him drifting there, floating as turds on the water.

I was at the gas station last night when that big shirtless cowboy started shit with me and the boys. He came at me swinging, pinned me hard against his truck, and tried to swallow me whole. Had my head halfway down his throat, his hot mouth stretching around my shoulders, and I thought I was done for right there on the concrete. Managed to fight free at the last second, kneed him hard, and turned the tables fast. Grabbed his head and forced it straight down my own gullet instead. Swallowed that massive muscle bull boots and all while the other guys hollered and cheered. Felt his huge chest, thick arms, and heavy gut slide down until my belly was hanging low and round.

One of the hot dudes who had been watching the whole brawl came right up grinning. We did not waste any time. Climbed straight into the bed of the big cowboy’s truck and went at it rough right there under the station lights. I was bottoming hard, taking every deep thrust while my gut gurgled loud on top of him. Every time he slammed into me I let out these long wet farts that reeked of digesting meat. After a few rounds my belly had turned all that tough muscle into nothing but loose slop. I could feel him breaking down fast.

Once we finished I climbed out, dropped my jeans, and squatted right next to the truck he was so proud of. Grunted deep and pushed hard, ripping loud protein farts as the first thick heavy logs started sliding out slow. Long coils dropped heavy onto the concrete, packed with pieces of his jeans and that big silver belt buckle. Kept grunting and farting while his ribs cracked and his solid skull finally stretched my hole real wide on the final push, popping through with a wet sound. Left a massive steaming pile right there by his tire.

I sat there on the open toilet in the squad latrine, pants around my ankles, gut finally empty after my first real field mission. I have swallowed and dumped plenty of guys back at base, no big deal, but combat vore hits different. Five enemy soldiers, all mine, gulped down one after another while the squad pushed forward. Felt them kicking and bulging my belly the whole way back.

Now the whole team is lined up shitting right beside me, the air thick with wet farts and the slow, loud cracking of logs stretching asses wide open. I could hear the other guys grunting, thick heavy coils dropping, skulls popping through holes just like mine. It made me relax enough to finally push. My five-man payload came out slow and heavy, long logs packed with bone and hair sliding through, their skulls stretching my hole real good one by one until the last one finally dropped with a wet thud. Left a massive steaming pile between my boots while the rest of the squad kept dumping theirs.