#size difference vore

Especially when the big one eats the little one!

the bus bounces roughly over poorly maintained roads, swerving occasionally to avoid particularly bad potholes. you sway on your feet, unsteady after a long day at work, and one unexpected bounce leaves you stumbling backwards, tipping over and landing on someone behind you. you mutter an apology and try to stand, but steady hands wrap around your waist, securing you

you glance over your shoulder and see a beautiful woman's smile, gentle and kind. "you seem tired, dear. why don't you rest here a while?" she hums to herself as she fully pulls you into her lap, your legs dangling off the floor as she slowly forces you to lean against her. she's soft, so soft you almost immediately relax. her thighs are plush and comfortable to sit on, her belly is soft enough to support your back, and her tits. wow

barely contained in her tank top, the massive, tear drop shaped mounds push against your neck, impossibly soft as they support you, your eyes drooping as you feel her wrap her arms around your middle, securing you in her lap

now every bounce and swerve of the bus is heavenly. you can feel her tits moving and jiggling behind you, pressing into your neck and back. her hands are warm on your belly, a subtle, constant pressure keeping you safe in her lap on the bumpy ride. she hums to herself, a tune you can't place, her voice soft in your ear as a hand reaches up and pets your hair. "such a sweet little thing. just relax, I've got you..." you sigh deeply, content to ride the bus to the very last stop if it meant staying here with this beautiful stranger

you lean back into her touch, one of her hands on your head, the other keeping you pressed against her tight. you can't help but mewl as you're surrounded by her warmth, a soft chuckle escaping the stranger's mouth as the bus seems to hit a rough patch of road. you feel yourself bouncing, but the woman's soft body seems to fully support you through every bump, jiggle and ripple. her hums fill your mind, soothing you after a long day at work, and you can't help but feel yourself start to doze off

you try to frown when you feel her hand leave your hair, opening your eyes to see if she needs to get off the bus. the only thing you can see is your legs sticking straight up in a sea of cleavage, her hands slipping your shoes off as she gently pushes you the rest of the way down. you're surrounded on all sides by impossibly soft tit flesh, the light quickly fading as you're pushed deeper, and soon all you can feel, all you can know is every bounce and jiggle and ripple as she...

Scott wiped the sweat from his brow. Derek and him have been putting in solid work for over an hour and a half the two of them trading blows. They both had promised not to hold anything back. With all of the different Supernatural threats that ran around Beacon Hills, they had to be prepared. Thankfully Derek proved to be a valuable sparring partner. And from the looks of things, Derek had put in just as much work. His sweaty hairy pectorals are clearly visible through his tank top.

“You good Scott, want to call it here?”

“Yeah I do, I think we put in some decent work. You definitely have some of the hardest punches I've ever taken.” Scott chuckles as he picks up a water bottle and throws it to Derek.

“Well then you have never been punched by you, I was trying to avoid some of your punches to mitigate the damage.” Derek compliments. Then Derek's stomach growls and a small smile crosses over his face.

“We have been putting in some work, maybe we should order a pizza or something?” Derek made a basic suggestion, it was small but it would do for the two of them. Or that's what he thought.

Scott walked forward just as his belly began to growl for food as well.” You know Derek, I think I have something better in mind. Something that is really going to fill me up.”

“Oh yeah, what's that?” Derek was a little confused by the smile on Scott's face. For someone so hungry he couldn't understand what it was that Scott wanted to eat.

“You.” Scott smiles. Derek is suddenly gripped in a startling strength. He is lifted off the ground and pulled towards the smaller werewolf. Scott opens his mouth wide and Derek can see that pink uvula waving at him.

“Scott wait-” Derek's shouts are cut off as Scott begins his post sparring feast of Derek.

For Derek it is hell the entire way down. His hair is covered in a thick matting of Scott's saliva. His eyes shut as he is pushed down Scott's throat. His neck and shoulders are crammed in. Derek thought that he might be a little too wide for Scott to eat, but that actually might have excited the smaller werewolf even more. Turning Derek from hunky wolf to beefy Burger. Speaking of beef, Scott thoroughly tastes Derek's pectorals. They were two sweaty steaks going down. After that Derek's abs and crotch are quickly devoured. Scott wanted to get at that gorgeous booty that was currently confined to Derek's shorts. He chews on them before tipping his head back. Derek feels the way that his legs are slurped up like noodles. Soon his feet are waving goodbye to the training room and saying hello to Scott's oppressive belly…

Scott was in pure bliss. He was meaning to devour Derek sometime soon, it seemed like today was that day. The werewolf feels Derek's large feet at the back of his throat. With a quick tip of his head, he polishes off the last of his meal. They pass down Scott's neck, behind his pectorals, and into his bulging belly. It was quite obscene now with Derek completely trapped within it. Scott sighs as he rubs over Derek's squirming form. The fact that Derek hated what was going on made it even better. Scott chuckles as he stretches his arms above his head, taking his belly with it.

“There we go, now I'm full. You really did hit the spot Derek, you were delicious. A real treat.” Scott couldn't help but he is Derek now that he was in his belly. The werewolf gives the top of it a couple of chiding slaps. Derek was saying something, but Scott didn't really care to make it out. The werewolf leaves the training room his heavy belly swaying with each step. Scott wondered if being trapped inside of a smaller wolf's belly was a source of shame for Derek. If so it greatly pleased Scott. The werewolf looked down at Derek's form and smacked his lips.

“You're all mine Derek, all that muscle, belongs to me now. You better get used to it, cuz I don't think I'm letting you out anytime soon.” Scott chuckles just as he feels something building in his chest. He pounds on it with a closed fist and suddenly unleashes a powerful belch. It shakes the house and squeezes Scott's werewolf meal. Derek's clothing, covered in saliva and belly slime, splat on the floor in front of him. So now Derek was not only food, but he was naked. Perfect.

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