Vore Mecca

When you’re trying to be a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, but your inner Venom has other ideas…

Convincing a strip tease to take the plunge doesn’t come cheap and this dude was no different. Can’t say I blame him when the money in my wallet wasn’t enough to sway his opinion. Had to start writing a blank check before he even started considering naming a price. Don’t worry though, between you, me and the lamppost, I can be generous knowing dudes like that never cash their checks after “accidental” digestions.

What can I say? Sometimes you just want a bigger guy….

It’s strange, having a man act so tender to me while being so clear about his intentions. Though he left out plenty to lure me to his apartment, once I arrived and the trap was sprung he made it clear I wouldn’t be leaving. I never quite believed in the theory of Stockholm syndrome and I still don’t quite since I’m moreso conflicted with my captor than infatuated. He’s made no illusions against the fact that one day soon I will be melting into sludge in his stomach, that my life will end within the week by his own doing, that every nicety he commits between now and then will be for the sake of preparing me for his feast. And yet, despite that ulterior motive being clear as crystal, he’s so gentle in these preparations. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he cares, even. Well, actually I believe he does care. I don’t think that fact will spare me and I doubt when the moment comes when he decides my time is done and he collects his prize it’ll offer me any comfort, but I nevertheless respect that fact that he cares about my final days. I still won’t get to grow old. I still won’t see my friends ever again, my goals will forever be untainted, the world will have to spin without me, but this man who could’ve sat on my unshaven face and banish me to the realm of the forgotten with a one way trip up his asshole decided instead to let me leave this terrestrial realm in dignity. I will not survive him, I understand that. I shall never understand the urge that compels him to take another man’s life in the name of hunger, but while I know my fate is to be his food, he has not once treated me like anything, but a man he is lucky to have found and is lucky to feast upon. This man who will soon take everything from me will nevertheless leave me with my dignity. I may not appreciate this or morally endorse or even understand this, but at least I can respect him knowing he respects me. If I’m going to leave this world as food, what better finale than as a feast?

Look, I’m no predator. I have never once looked at another man in hunger and yet, right now, in this theater, being interrupted by this bold ass dude behind me, I think I might have to try it. Might as well turn this obnoxious disturbance into a memorable experience. Why not try what I’ve always been curious about, but never dared to try?

Okay, so maybe it was a bit unrealistic to assume all of Josh would be added as muscle, but for a first timer, these gains aren’t too shabby. Let’s just find another unwilling donation and call this my dirty bulk phase. Though I guess even if the results aren’t what I imagined, I can’t knock the process!

One final glimpse of your new home before you move in for good

It was really a bittersweet moment, the final huddle before championship. On one hand of course it was exciting, to finally have the chance to prove yourself among the top of the top, to claim your pedestal on the pinnacle of the food chain, claiming a man who by all accounts was the untouchable definitive apex until you ended his unchallenged reign. But at the same time, while every single one of these men was too pumped up on adrenaline and appetite to consider this might be the end of their life, there was a solemness to the moment as everyone recognized this would be the final moments for one of them. For the past four years these men have lived, trained and studied together, build bonds tough as steel and a community unlike any had witnessed before. They were closer than brothers and though every one knew this day would come eventually, they knew it was nearly impossible that all of them would come out the other end of this alive. It was a strange feeling for sure, one final peace before, regardless of what team would claim the lion’s share of the other, 64 men today would leave with the greatest prize of their lives filled to the brim with 64 men who will begin the long gruesome end they had trained for years to inflict upon others.

EAT? Sure, don’t mind if I do…

This is getting freaking ridiculous. The last visible liquified remains of Jorge disappears from my waistline and already I’m rock hard fantasizing about bringing about the same gruesome end to the rest of my friends. One drunk night seven years ago and now I can’t go more than a month without dragging some poor guy up my ass to be melted. I’ve churned just about gals my friends and neighbors and for what, some drunken pleasure! Every single time I swear up, down, left, right and center it’s my last time, my last victim, but by the next full moon I’ve got my belly full of the next man meeting his own sticky end. This is getting ridiculous. At what point do I just realize kicking this addiction is futile and see what this body is really capable of if I let the wild animal really run wild. At any rate, if I want to keep my friends off the menu I’ve better go to a bar or something. I don’t know who’s next, but I know number 88 is gonna meet his fate tonight whether I consciously choose him or not…

There is perhaps nowhere on planet Earth more dangerous yet exhilaratingly exciting to be than in a gym locker room with two men who openly want to eat each other.

7/27/2026

I realize this looks really bad and he’s gonna invent some sort of sob story to try to get you to take pity on him and let him go, but I promise you he’s in that cage for a reason. Every summer for the last six years this guy’s been coming down from town and picking off my farm hands one by one. Sure, I have a good deal of respect for the circle of life and it’s inevitable that some of my employees are gonna eat each other, but it’s getting hard to keep a good worker around! Been offering him as free prey for any of my men who think they can take him on, but every one of them ended up in his gut anyways. You see, he isn’t that big and doesn’t look that intimidating, but he’s a tricky one. Why I’m sure he’d eat me in a flash if he ever had the chance, that’s why I had to set a trap for him. Sick bastard still managed to pull my best bull rider all the way in before we could wrangle him in. Damn shame, but I figured it was best to keep him caged but alive, at least until one of the guys he’s spent his entire adult life tormenting finally put his flesh to some good use.

You really couldn’t believe how easy it was to sneak up on him. Little did he know I was right up behind him, let alone my lethal intentions that I was mere moments from realizing. Poor bastard’s gonna already be melting by the time he gets a chance to react. A perfect hit, with perfect execution and the most perfect reward!

Seriously bro? You ate Brandon three weeks ago, laughed through his final wrenching hours, celebrated the energy and gains he gave you in the gym and are just now realizing that you fucked up!? Dude’s been gone for weeks at this point and only when the last physical remnants of his figure on your abdomen has almost completely faded does it cross your mind that you’re never gonna see him ever again. You gleefully devoured your friend and enjoyed every second of his suffering! Don’t pretend now like you finally realized the consequences of digesting him now when it’s three weeks too late!

Okay, that’s a cute attempt, but I sense that Spidey’s still getting smelted in my stomach