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(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

(ID: heolalex)

I met Anthony in one of my Gen Ed classes. Despite being completely different, we became fast friends, and even faster fuck buddies. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a guy with a beard and a belly.

I really enjoyed our time together, and wanted to make it official. I decided to spend a couple hours before he came over one night to make a trail of roses to my bed, and pop the question.

Unfortunately, he wasn't out, officially.

He told me it wasn't the right time for him to come out, and, while he loved me, he just wasn't ready. Of course I respected that.

So, I kept our relationship secret.

Months passed, though, and I started to get tired of not being able to go out for dates, to not tell my friends and family anything about the man I was falling in love with. I couldn't continue like this.

I called him over one night for a nice, home-cooked dinner. Then, I gave him an ultimatum:

"Come out publicly, or we can't see each other anymore."

Harsh, sure, but I figured coming down hard would be the best move for both of us.

What I didn't expect, was the strange look he got in his eye after he saw I was serious. His face dropped, and his voice turned cold.

"Are you gonna tell anyone about me?"

Of course I wasn't. I'm not a snitch, nor am I vengeful. I just want a real relationship, and I told him this.

He must not have believed me, because he suddenly pinned me against the wall. I did my best to protest, push him off of me, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'll show you a real relationship...we'll be together forever."

He pushed his face onto mine, forcing a kiss as I shouted and did my best to pull away. He pulled his face away, and I watched his mouth stretch wider and wider...

My clothes sat balled up on the floor as he polished me off, my toes disappearing past his hairy lips in a moment. He sighed and patted his new size as I moved around inside.

I did my best to struggle and shout, but any sound I made was muffled by the fat surrounding me...the fat I'd soon become a part of.

He went to my bedroom and laid down, getting ready to start digesting me. After getting comfortable, he let out a short, loud belch, watching his gut press in on me. He gave it one more rub before closing his eyes.

I sat inside him, shocked at this outcome. I couldn't struggle, I had no room. Once more I tried calling out to him, but I only heard snoring in response. He had fallen asleep. I was really gonna die inside of this man, and no one would know.

All I could do was sit and wait for my inevitable digestion.

When Anthony woke, his belly had shrunk by quite a bit, well on its way through digesting me.

He sat up and started to play with what was left of his meal. His belly groaned as it worked on its prey, and he took great pleasure in his fullness. It felt so good to make the man he loved a part of him.

"Sorry it had to be this way, baby...but I just couldn’t let you go."

He patted his belly and chuckled.

It was just me and Ethan on the track now, everyone having long since finished their workouts and gone home. I’d just finished my cool down lap and was stretching when he finished his final lap and leaned against the railing of the track. We were both sweaty and exhausted, having run farther than we’d ever done before. Finishing my stretches, I was about to stand up when I heard Ethan say:

“Hey dude, I wanna keep going for a while longer, but I’m drained. I hate to ask, but do you think you could help me out and give me a little energy boost?”

I looked up, confused and saw that he’d lowered his shorts a bit, exposing his ass to me. Instantly in knew what he was asking, but couldn’t believe he was asking it of ME! I’ve always known what Ethan could do, but being swallowed by Ethan’s ass was like a car accident or being diagnosed with a deadly disease; it was always something that happened to other, nameless and anonymous people, never to you.

But here I was, mere feet away from the ravenous ass that’s taken so many guys before, guys who’ve disappeared between those muscular cheeks and never come back out again. And now my friend was actually requesting that I make the same, deadly trip?! WILLINGLY?!!

“Y-you can’t be serious… Are you?!” I asked incredulously, half expecting him to laugh, tug up his shorts, and assure me that he’d never to that to me. But he didn’t.

Instead, he bent further over the railing, displaying those muscular mounds even more for me to see.

“Yeah I am dude. I mean, I’m not going to force you, but I’d REALLY appreciate it.” He said, turning his head to look at me and smile hopefully. “C'mon at least come over here and look at it, get a closer look and imagine how good it’ll sliding into me and letting everything go.”

The words “no way” were on the edge of my lips. He couldn’t really expect me to give my life and let his ass devour me just so he could run s few extra laps right!? I was about to refuse when I noticed a scent in the air. It was Ethan’s familiar, musky, sweaty scent that wafted off of him every time we worked out. This time though it was much stronger, the smell drifting to my nose. There was something slightly different to the scent than usual, something sweet and enticing. I inhaled deeply filling my lungs with it, and a fog of desire clouded my mind. I reached down and stroked my cock, which had quickly risen to attention.

Vaguely in the back of my mind I wondered when I’d taken off my shorts, leaving myself completely naked (I’d been working out shirtless), but that thought was gone as quickly as it had come the second my eyes zeroed in on Ethan’s ass. Surely just a look at it wouldn’t hurt. I definitely wouldn’t agree to letting him take me, but hopefully I’d get a good grope of that ass before I told him no.

In a daze I stumbled over to him, dropping to my knees so that his smooth asscheeks were directly in front of my face. My breath quickened as I tentatively reached out a hand and brushed it lightly against his right cheek. We both let out soft groans simultaneously. This close, Ethan’s scent was overwhelming, flooding my senses driving by into a lust filled craze like I’d never felt before. My hardon ached, begging for attention, but my hands were busy groping over Ethan’s amazing ass, and I gazed in wonder at it, cursing myself for never realizing how beautiful it was sooner.

I continued to squeeze and massage his muscular cheeks before eagerly prying them apart, revealing his pulsing, twitching hole that seemed to beckon me closer. I obliged, burying my face between his asscheeks. Somewhere in my feverish mind, a voice told me this was a very dangerous place to be, but I ignored it. After all, how could something as wonderful as Ethan’s ass be bad? So I stayed where I was, my head wedged deep into my friends ass, my tongue plunging into that hole of his, each time it seemed more and more reluctant to let my tongue slide back out.

At first I didn’t notice the pressure on the back of my head, my sole focus being in pressing my face deeper between those muscular mounds of his. Only when the pressure increased did I notice. I felt fingers in my hair, a palm against my scalp, and a steady push, forcing my face to press against his hole. Still I continued to kiss and lick at that twitching hole of his, completely lost in my lust and not caring that it was no longer clenching lightly on my tongue, but opening up, spreading over my face as that steady hand guided my head deeper.

As my face slid into the soft, warm wetness of Ethan’s ass, I moaned in ecstasy. I was faintly aware that I should be struggling and shouting, telling my friend to stop, but I couldn’t- no, I wouldn’t. This felt too damn good to end. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet and all I could think about was how good it would feel once I was all the way inside. I imagined slowly drifting off, surrounded by the warm, pillowy walls of Ethan’s insides.

I didn’t even notice when his hand withdrew from my head as his ass engulfed it completely and he sat back, forcing himself down and his elastic hole stretching over my shoulders, gravity allowing him to quickly take in my chest and abs. I panted into the sweltering heat of his insides as he stood up, my entire upper body swallowed up by his ass. Then the walls pulsed around me and my waist was pulled into him. I moaned in pure ecstasy as those slippery, wet walls squeezed over my aching cock, giving it the attention it had craved throughout this entire ordeal.

One ripple of slimy, warm muscled was all it took for my member to erupt, painting the inside of Ethan’s ass white as I shot rope after rope of hot cum and I writhed in total and absolute pleasure, all the while that ass squeezing and pulling more of me inside. When I finally came down from my sexual high, all that felt the cooler air outside were my ankles and feet. I was still in a daze of pleasure as I felt my friends hand on my feet. I knew what he was about to do; suck the last of me in and seal my fate. I didn’t care. Even as I felt him do just that, I wasn’t afraid. I could feel his muscular asscheeks on either side of my feet, squeezing lightly as if to say goodbye before that final clench that dragged me entirely into his ass, that hungry hole of his sealing tightly behind me.

I went completely limp, exhausted from the whole ordeal, completely drenched in a combination of sweat, cum, and whatever fluids that lubricated the slick tunnel I was encased in. Meanwhile the walls around me rippled and squeezed, pulling me ever deeper into my friend.

I didn’t notice when I stopped moving, but at some point the muscular waves ceased to pull me deeper, and instead were replaced by periodic, universal contractions from all sides, holding me firmly in place. It was then that the fog began to lift from my mind, allowing me to come to my senses. It was a slow process though, and for a couple minutes I just lay there in a loopy, happy daze, still enjoying the sensations around me. My thoughts became rational again, and mentally, I knew what had happened to me was a very bad thing, but my emotions it seemed, weren’t entirely my own again yet. The after effects of whatever intoxicating pheromones had wafted off Ethan were still holding me in a calm, docile state, free of fear or anger. I was content to lay there, completely okay with drifting off to sleep and let his ass claim me.

I could have done just that too, if a sudden and intense heat hadn’t jolted me back to my senses, forcing the last of the fog from my head. It felt like I was trapped in a sauna with the heat cranked higher than it should ever be. Sweat dripped from my body, intermingling with the thick liquid that oozed from the walls around me.

Dread and horror dawned on me as my mind became fully mine again and i became truly aware of my situation. In my lust filled craze I’d actually allowed my friend to devour me alive, hadn’t even fought or struggled as he’d pressed my head into his hungry ass and it opened up to swallow me whole.

Scream. Struggle. Beg for release. All things I should have done in the first place, but I was only thinking of now. I was about to do all three simultaneously when suddenly I was violently squeezed in a crushing embrace that forced nearly all the breath out of me. The walls of Ethan’s insides had stopped their light squeezing and had clamped down on me in a vice-like grip, pressing from all sides as if trying to crush me.

That’s when the tingling started, almost pleasant at first, but then became more intense, like a million tiny ants crawling over me. With a sudden and terrifying realization, I knew what was happening. Ethan was starting to digest me. As if on cue, the tingling gave way to an itching sensation, and then a burning like fire across my skin. I screamed and writhed now, or at least as well as I could when I was being crushed from all sides by his powerful internal muscles.

It hurt. It really hurt, the feeling somewhere between average level pain and agony, but what did I expect from being digested? I’d never thought it would be like this, never imagined that this was what all those unfortunate guys who’d disappeared into Ethan’s ass went through. Truthfully I never gave much thought to what happened to them; they would slip into Ethan’s ass and they’d be gone, that was it. If anything, I’d just figured that they would pass out before any of the unpleasant stuff happened.

Oh how wrong I’d been though, as I was now experiencing everything all the others had. The trip into Ethan’s ass was hot and intimate, the sensations of sliding into that hole so incredibly pleasant. Hell, if it weren’t a one way trip, I’d probably ask to do it again. But it was a one way trip, as I was now painfully aware of. The actual digestion was the polar opposite though; overheated, crushed, and burned by digestive juices. It was almost over though, I thought hopefully as my mind clouded over again, this time from the lack of oxygen rather than hypnotic, intoxicating scents. The pain faded away as I mercifully lost consciousness.

Jasper and Kevin decided to play a game of pick up basketball with two friends and whoever won, they losers would have to get the winners lunch. However, they didn’t specifiy how they would get the winners lunch, and they ended up becoming lunch. Jake, the referee of the game watched it all go down, the struggles, the stuffing, the kicking, and the loud gulps and swallows the two performed on their respective meal. 

Jake: “So, do you think those two are having a good time there?”

Jasper rubs and showcases his belly like a trophy. “They’d better be, all this kicking in there seems to me like they are having a blast, I am too.” **URPPPP** 

Kevin shrugs, “I don’t care what they are feeling, these losers should have tried harder, and now they are nothing but gut sludge and food that will end up in the shitter in a few days.”

Jasper: “We should dump them out together-”

(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

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“Fuck,” Kyle muttered to himself as his groaning gut sloshed with the remains of 2 different pledges, all in varying stages of digestion. The weekend after rush week was always called Binge Week at his frat, and Kyle was certainly one to binge on all the fresh meat. It was only the first Saturday of binge week, and his gut was in overdrive trying to process the meat of 2 hearty, young men.

The first one went down the smoothest. His twinky body tasted like Coconut, and he came buckets as he slid down Kyle’s rank gullet. The boy landed face first in Kyle’s gut, his cute little face pressed against the sphincter to his intestines. After his decent but, no thanks to Kyle’s probing tongue in his musky ass, the boy experienced a rush of post nut clarity, which allowed him to subsume the true horror of the situation. This scared the little boy, causing him to struggle while he was still only halfway down Kyle’s gaping throat. A subsequent chain reaction occurred where the sphincter opened up swallowed his face into the tightly constricted intestines, suffocating the boy before any of the good stuff could happen. Kyle felt the boy go limp and saw the bulge in his lower gut, putting two and two together before groaning in irritation.

This led him to his second meal of the night, a lithe 18 year old with a brand new perm. He quickly went up behind the boy and scarfed him down, in record time at that, sending him and his brand new Ralph Lauren Polo to the caustic morgue currently bubbling away at some random twink. When the young boy was dumped into the gut, he quickly felt someone else in their, giving him the slightest glimmer of hope. He tried to talk to the boy and figure out where he was, his voice barely audible over the sizzling of the enzymes in skin. His body was squished against the other boy’s back, his skin feeling pruned and his shirt having rags. After a couple minutes, the unfortunate boy realized why he had no answer back. He screamed in abject terror, trying his best to dislodge himself from the inhuman pretzel he was wrapped in with this bubbling corpse. Even his own polo that his mom just bought was rapidly dissolving into shreds, exposing his soft skin to the harsh acids. Tears poured down his face as his struggles forced more dead of the dead boy down the intestine. This, mixed with the copious amounts of Busch Lite raining down, upset Kyle’s hardworking gut.

In response, the gut let out a deafening whine that bled into a disgusting flurry gurgle. The frat boys currently watching Kyle’s gut just laughed, but inside, the poor boy was about to experience hell on Earth. The disgusting gurgle signaled a flood of acids being sprayed from every crevice into the already sweltering gut, scalding the boys’ skin with boiling hot acids. The living boy screamed as he was blinded by the enzymes, blood pouring down his face and mixing with the acids as they sprayed directly into his mouth, cutting off his screaming in mere seconds as they irrevocably seared his vocal chords. All his other soft skin was burnt in an instant, his dick being fried into a sloppy mess of exposed nerve endings, his hairy ass and musky hole began to sizzle like a fried egg. He thrashed and writhed in immense pain, asking himself how anybody could do something so cruel. The dead boy he was laying upon was already beginning to soften: his skin was sloughing off like a tender pot roast, revealing the blood and tissue beneath. As the unfortunate living boy thrashed and flailed above him, his weight began to press down on the quickly liquifying twink and broke the brittle bones beneath him, tearing his limbs and creating a gorey mess as the acids made quick work of him.

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Jake threw his head back as he let out his loudest belch yet, the high schooler growing hard as he entered his 3rd long day of digesting Peyton, his best friend on the baseball team who turned out to be a total fag. The first couple days were pure heaven, and pure hell for Peyton, as Jake hid out in his room and skipped school, opting to fuck his plastic pussy as the teen wailed in his gut.

After wedging the sex toy in the futon cushions (that his parent bought for Peyton to spend the night), he’d rub a thick glob of lube on his big, throbbing member. 7 thick inches of pure man, radiating a potent musk as it throbbed with heat, blood, and desire. He knew he was big for his age, since all the girls told him so, and he would occasionally rub his BWC against Peyton’s imprints, taunting the crying boy as he did so. “You like the feeling of my cock rubbing against you fag? This what you dreamed of every time you slept over?”

His dick was steaming hot as it pulsed with pleasure, a small burp working its way up before he gulped down some more air, rubbing the bulge of Peyton’s head as he knelt down against the floor, using his abnormally large hands to line his cock up with the abused pocket pussy. He stuck just his tip into the tight hole—his sudden, breathless moaning interspersed with meaty belches.

He just ignored the pleading coming from his gut as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of the plastic hole, stretching it out with his thick, veiny shaft. With every thrust his gut wetly sloshed as his dark bush became matted with lube and precum.

“NNGH! AHHM! FFUHHH—”

The teen couldn’t help but loudly moan and grunt as his body was overwhelmed with pleasure, his dick throbbing with sensation as the feeling of Peyton squirm sent shocks through his body. Every now and then Jake would hear a muffled crunch, or Peyton would let out a prolonged wail, sending the teen over the edge as he pumped his fleshlight full of sticky teen cum…

Afterwards, he would slowly kneel down, his sagging gut crushed against the floor as he tongue fucked his sex toy, lapping at the warm cum the dribbled out, the goopy substance raining down on poor Peyton’s sizzling skin. This process repeated nearly 16 times a day as the horny teen was pumped full of testosterone, courtesy of the dying boy in his gut.

It was only after his 5th round on day three that Peyton went still forever. After one particularly big load, there was a sickening crunch that ended the boy’s struggles, his spine finally collapsing as Jake shoved his cock into the warm plastic, pressing his bulge against the somewhat hard cushions of his Wayfair futon.

Hank threw his briefs to the side; and laid back in his bed, rubbing his gut gently as it processed the delivery boy inside. Despite turning 40 last month, he could still guzzle a 6’2 man with the same speed and fashion he did in college. He grunted, feeling that pizza boy squirming even as his gut had tightened, preparing him for digestion:

“Keep squirmin’ boy! You got me so hard, I’m about to blow my second load right now~”

Hank always loved squirmy prey, especially when they would moan and whimper as they digested. He couldn’t resist pressing on his hard stomach, hearing the young teen inside scream and whine to be let out. Hank stroked himself under his bubbling gut: his favorite move was using one hand to pleasure himself, and the other to squish his belly. The boy inside gave up, choosing to stir and cry over his own freedom; while the other older man he was trapped inside of enjoyed himself…

Hank, after having his fun, felt more and more of the young man he ate earlier pump deeper and deeper into his guts. His belly now had an odd egg-like shape, not to mention the teen’s skull bulging right out of the center. Hank got up and put his briefs back on— barely fitting around his new, larger back side. He felt the bottom of his gut, hearing a low grumble and a pop: “BUARRRROOORPPPP ☠️💢”

The subway train rattled steadily through the dark tunnels, its fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the nearly empty car. The late hour meant few passengers remained, leaving plenty of space for the striking figure seated a few rows away. You tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He was shirtless, leaning back casually in the orange plastic seat with his muscular body on full display. A gray cap sat backward on his head, white earbuds in his ears, and intricate tattoos decorated his thick arms and broad shoulders. His hairy chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths, defined abs flexing subtly with each sway of the train. He looked powerful, confident, and completely at ease.

He caught you looking. His sharp eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. Before you could glance away, he pulled out one earbud and spoke in a low, casual voice.

“See something you like?”

You didn’t have time to answer. In a swift motion, he reached across the aisle, his strong hand grabbing the front of your shirt. With surprising ease, he yanked you forward, pulling you straight into his lap. His grip was firm and unyielding.

“Too bad for you,” he murmured, voice calm and cocky. “Staring that long means you’re mine now.”

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shoved your head between his hot, slick lips. The inside of his mouth was incredibly warm and wet. His tongue pressed firmly against your face as he took his first powerful swallow.

GLURK.

The strong muscles of his throat rippled around your head, pulling you in with surprising force. The heat was immediate and overwhelming — a tight, pulsing tunnel of slick flesh that squeezed from all sides. You felt the firm pressure of his collarbones stretching around your shoulders as another deep gulp dragged you deeper. His heartbeat thumped loudly nearby, steady and powerful, while the rippling contractions of his esophagus worked you down relentlessly.

GLURK… GLURK…

Your shoulders and chest slid inside. The heat intensified, wrapping around your upper body like a living sauna. The walls were soft yet incredibly strong, massaging and squeezing you downward in rhythmic waves. You could feel every detail — the slick saliva coating your skin, the powerful muscles flexing and relaxing in sequence, and the way his broad chest expanded to accommodate you. His strong hands gripped your waist, steadily feeding more of your body past his lips. Each swallow sent fresh waves of pressure down around you, pinning your arms to your sides.

The descent felt endless. The tight, wet tunnel pulsed and rippled, pulling you steadily toward his stomach. The sounds were loud and intimate — the wet glucks of his throat, the rush of air, and the constant, heavy thud of his heart. The heat grew thicker, more humid, as you slipped further in. His powerful body claimed you with casual dominance, treating you like nothing more than a satisfying meal.

With a final, deep GLURK, your legs slid down his throat. You dropped into his stomach with a splash.

The chamber was incredibly tight. The fleshy walls immediately closed in around you, slick and churning, pressing firmly against your curled-up body from every direction. It was intensely hot — like being wrapped in a heated, living blanket that never stopped moving. The stomach walls rippled and squeezed in slow, rhythmic waves, massaging your form as digestive juices began to pool around you. The air was thick, heavy, and humid, carrying a strong, musky scent.

You could feel everything. Every sway and jolt of the subway train translated directly into motion inside him. When the train rounded a curve, you were shifted and rolled gently within the tight space. His powerful abs flexed occasionally, compressing the chamber even tighter around you. The walls kneaded and squeezed with surprising strength, coating you thoroughly as the stomach worked to process its large meal.

Outside, the shirtless pred leaned back comfortably in his seat, one hand resting possessively on his massively distended belly. The clear bulge of your body was visible beneath his stretched skin. He rubbed slow, lazy circles over the rounded gut, feeling every shift you made inside.

“Damn… you settled in nice,” he muttered quietly, voice satisfied. He gave his heavy stomach a firm pat, causing the walls around you to clench tighter for a moment. The pressure increased, squeezing you deeper into the churning folds.

“BUUUUURRRRP!”

A deep, rumbling belch rolled out of him, vibrating through the stomach walls. The chamber clenched hard around you for a moment as air escaped.

The train continued its journey, stopping at stations and picking up the occasional passenger. Most people glanced at the muscular man with the enormous, rounded belly but quickly looked away. He simply smirked, adjusted his cap, and kept one earbud in, acting like carrying a full belly on the subway was completely normal. His hand never left his gut for long, stroking and rubbing over your form in slow, almost affectionate motions.

Inside, the sensations grew more intense over time. The heat never let up. The slick walls constantly rippled and contracted, massaging every inch of your body. Digestive fluids pooled higher, tingling against your skin as they worked. Every breath he took caused the chamber to expand and contract slightly around you. When he shifted in his seat, you were pressed and turned within the tight space. The constant, wet gurgling sounds surrounded you — the active churn of his powerful stomach breaking down its meal.

The motion of the train added to it all. Each acceleration pushed you back against the rear wall of his stomach. Every stop and start jostled you gently, the fleshy chamber sloshing around you. His abs would occasionally flex, squeezing you firmly as he relaxed, reminding you just how completely you were trapped inside this dominant stranger’s body.

Station after station passed. His stomach grew gradually softer and rounder as it worked harder on you. The outlines of your form slowly smoothed out beneath his skin. He stayed relaxed the entire ride, occasionally glancing down at his full belly with a content expression, his hand continuing its slow, possessive rubbing.

By the time the train approached his destination, you were thoroughly claimed. The tight, churning heat enveloped you completely, the rhythmic motions of his body and the subway blending together into one overwhelming experience. He stood up carefully, his heavy, rounded gut swaying with the movement. One hand stayed on his belly as he stepped off the train, carrying you with him into the night like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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It had been 10 hours. While Ben slept, his belly shifted; First, it stretched all over from the movement of his prey, desperately seeking escape. Then, it stilled, lack of freedom giving in to lack of viable air for the trapped man-meat. At this point, Ben shifted in his sleep, a large belch escaping his hairy lips. This spelled the end of the unlucky man who happened to become Ben's meal. The belly began to undulate now, juices flowing in to the digestive chamber as the meat inside was slowly broken down. Over the next couple hours, the hairy gut groaned and churned as it slowly shrunk, turning food into new fat for the predator.

Ben awoke with a low burp, coming to as he stirred on the living room recliner. Looking down at his gut, he saw that it had definitely shrunk since earlier. He smiled and gave his belly a slap, and it sloshed a bit at his touch. Standing from the chair, Ben rose his arms above his head and stretched, tensing and relaxing his tired muscles. Yawning, Ben shocked himself as another belch lazily rolled out of his mouth. Patting his belly, he then turned to the hallway, sleepily navigating to the bathroom. With each step, his hairy gut bounced up and down, bubbling and churning.

Turning into the bathroom and flicking on the lights, Ben caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

His belly had gone down considerably, now probably about an eighth of the size it had been previously. The mound around his waist was now about the size of a beach ball, though the continued gurgling indicated it wasn't finished shrinking. While his shirt had barely fit over his chest when he went to sleep, it now sat comfortably just above his belly button, the overhang of his belly still visible over his boxers. Ben smirked, placing his hands on each side of his gut and giving it a couple shakes. Nothing was solid inside, anymore, and the liquid inside sloshed about loudly.