voretwink

You and all your college buddies go out to have a fun beach day, and end up swimming in my stomach acid as you all slowly churn into a single ball of mush and calories 😈😈 begging to be let out while I nap in the warm sun and turn you into waistline~

yea, i’ll be in the florida panhandle if any other hungry preds are on spring break. just buy me a shot and tell me im cute and im sure ill end up boiling in your gut with my frat bros~

(bonus points if they’ve been in there for a while and are already half digested / barely breathing)

This was it, the day, the culmination of his last season as a college senior. The locker room was raucous as the boys prepared for the final hoorah. Everyone except for—

“Yo, D-Rock, you good?” the quarterback asked after seeing the state of his star offensive lineman.

D-Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his bloated guts releasing another bubbling whine as it chugged with barely digested food.

“Yea bro, just.. °.•OURP•.° something I ate… giving me mad indigestion.” Good lie, he‘ll never suspect a thing.

“Fuck that smelled like shit,” the quarterback scoured as he grabbed a pink bottle from his locker. “Look, D-Rock, you’re my boy, but you gotta stop tanking people, ‘specially before big games. Take this and it’ll get ya right. I just hope whoever’s in there ain’t kicking still, it gets pretty painful.”

The tan hunk gave a blank stare before he reluctantly grabbed the bottle, glancing at it before looking back up. “You remember that Tri-Delt we had a threesome with? The one with the digestion kink, this is her boyfriend and little brother…” the jock groped the underside of his gut, sloshing it in the process.

“Damn, I forgot about Anna-Catherine… she tongue fucked my sweaty ass like there was no tomorrow,” smiled the quarterback as he reached over and dapped up his swollen teammate.

“Kickoff in 10, and you better not look like.. this,” he motioned around the jocks gut before he playfully slapped it and walked off, making sure his sculpted ass was swaying in his uniform. ————————————————————————————

The inside of D-Rock Hanes’ bowels was a chemical slaughterhouse beyond human comprehension. In just 24 hours, that slutty Tri-Delt’s boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, was completely and utterly obliterated. He himself was a jock, but his muscles and protein only served to bloat the star of the O-line with gas, mainly as swampy, putrid farts that were beginning to tingle his hairy hole.

Nothing solid remains of the ex-meathead, his sloshing remains drained out of D-Rock’s gut and slipping through those cramped bowels. The same could not be said for STD’s (slutty Tri-Delt’s) little brother. She requested D-Rock send him to join her ex’s remains within his guts… about 4 hours ago.

D-Rock figured her twinky femboy brother would melt down like butter on a hot day. He was so small and fragile, he’d get crunched in no time…

The college twink wheezed as he spit up a little more blood, still basting in the other boy’s remains, the slimy gunk and burning pulp that splashed his bloodshot eyes. His throat was too scorched to yell anymore, and he had lost all sensation in his extremities. Not that he wasn’t in pain, but he’d already given up hope, until he felt a pellet land on his head. Then another, and another. Tens of little capsules rained down on him and began fizzing and frothing like crazy. The bubbles violently roared as the acids began to hiss, rising more and more as the twink could barely crane his neck upwards, not even getting to think his last thoughts before everything suddenly went black. ———————————————————————————

*NNNGHH— HNNNG*

D-Rock struggled to push out the last bits of his massive pre-game feast. The few remaining logs left baking in his colon refused to budge. The massive jock felt sweat course down his face as his potbelly erupted with a string of wet, angry gurgles and bassy groans. He felt the deluge of bony loafs cascade through his intestines as his musky pucker began to wink and open. The pinkish flesh suddenly gaped as a massive gust of raunchy air blasted out the football player’s unwashed ass with a rancid *•°PHHHRRRRRTTTTRTT°*•

The shockwave of disgusting bowel-scented air echoed off the porcelain toilet bowl as a waterfall of shit began to pour from the jocks ass. The last little bit of her brother recentering the world as semi-solid turds, little blond hairs and broken down bone embedded within as it clanked against the toilet bowl.

“Fuckkk,” D-Rock moaned in relief as his guts reverted back to normal. The jock flushed the toilet before walking over to the mirror, admiring the form of his massive figure in the glass. He was a unit, a fucking ogre of a man, with an even fatter ass to match. Just two giant mounds of fat and muscle, nicely dusted with some coarse blond hairs and scented with the smell of pure man musk after a workout.

He also admired that bloated gut, how much it had shrunk since he took those pills… speaking of which, he glanced over at his duffel bag with the pink pills. He still had some time before kickoff~

stuff like this is music to my ears!

‘Bama, Oct. 2012, Gamma Alpha Upsilon House:

They were the best of the best, a top tier feat with some top tier hunks. You’d watched them through all of Greek Week, every keg party and mixer, waiting for the right time to strike. Around 75 boys give or take, at the prime of their lives. All that virile potential and musky jock butt in one place.. it wouldn’t last for long~

You and couple bodies, still butthurt that you never received a bid, decided to have a twisted halloweekend “bender.” It wasn’t hard to break in, what with all the boys lost in an inebriated stupor. So you and company go room to room, gagging and binding, brutally violating hunky boys who are too scared of their butts to even wipe. After the first 15, you all begin to slow down, your guts struggling to even contain the massive amounts of still kicking boymeat. It’s near impossible to move, let alone restrain an entire jock and send him to join the bubbling muck in your tank.

A couple hours pass, you and your friends mocking the girly screams in your intestines and pumping a couple loads out, and your guts are a whole lot more gurgly and grumbling. You feel the entire Theta Omicron pledge class still mostly intact in your lower guts, but you and your friends manage to finish out the entire house of prime college tenderloin. It takes the entire weekend to completely boil them to nothing but shit and fat, with some boys taking nearly 36 hours to die.

You came so many times poking and prodding those last remaining stragglers, snapping their bones and taunting them while you shat out the pledgemaster’s shattered pelvis.

The police weren’t called until 2 days after you and your sick friends dumped the last few digested bodies, making sure to cum and piss all over the massive heaps of steaming logs. An entire frat house brutally transformed into a mass grave of shit, cum, and anal slime. Even the sheriff couldn’t handle it, throwing up everywhere at the fecal wasteland. The coroner had never seen anything like it, with some of the bones being too scorched by the acids to be used for identification. Only around 40 boys were identified through dental records. The rest are just “missing,” but every student knew.

first off it’s clean (😜😜)

you guys don’t understand how hot these are😜

preds who just objectify their bret and diminish them to holes and food are my favorite. think about going to school and work, doing everything i can to scrape by and get my degree so i can go far in life…. only to end up slowly dying over the course of days within your gastric prison of a potbelly. i hope you remember me for my good stories, good looks, and good struggling😘

this is actually one of my favorite scenarios anon🤤

always think about who’s watching me while I jog in the afternoons, wearing little booty shorts just to show myself off lol. which strange man (you🫵) is going to approach me and violate me? send me to die inside their cramped stomach while onlookers try not to get aroused themselves.

hey guys~ sorry i’ve been so busy with work and school the past few months, but i wanted to give you guys a little treat to ring in the new year. this one’s especially nasty so don’t say i didn’t warn you!

“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.

ohh i like this~

You and your best friend are sitting at a bus stop, chatting and laughing. You look away for a few minutes to check your phone, and when you look back, all you see are the kicking feet of your best friend as a 6'7" pred lifts him up, half his torso already down his throat.

You try to pull your friend out, thinking about how you've been friends since childhood, how he's the only best friend you have, but you aren't strong enough against the strength of this pred's throat. He swats you away and rights himself up, making a straight tunnel down. Your friend's feet are still moving, and you can hear his faint yells from the pred's stomach as his head finally pokes into it. It only takes three gulps, and you watch as his feet sink down into the pred's mouth before disappearing.

He closes his mouth and belches loudly, completely ignoring you as he turns around and walks away, rubbing his heavy stomach.

You follow after, crying and begging him to spit out your best friend. He turns around and says, "He's dead. Get over it."

All you can ask is, "Why?"

He shrugs and says as if he was just talking about the weather, "I was hungry." And he leaves.

i love this! please send more scenarios!

imagine he doesn’t walk away, just sits and waits on the bus with you. for the next 20 minutes you’re forced to listen to your best friend screaming over the deafening gurgles of the 6’7 pred brutally digesting him. you can feel the heat radiating from his bulging gut, his black compression shirt riding up over his gut, revealing a wiry happy trail that ends in a throbbing hard on (seems he’s enjoying your pal’s thrashing). he looks pregnant, and if it weren’t for the humanoid shapes in his gut, and the constant belching/gurgling, no one would be able to tell your friend is being condemned to a painful death inside this stranger’s gastric torture chamber

you can see the shifting indents of your friend, the bulges of knees and elbows sliding across the taut flesh. fleeting handprints and a screaming face visible at towards the top of his ballgut… and the pred just lightly drums the top of his gut as it sits in his lap, ignoring both you and your friend’s pleading.

From the inside, you feel his muscles crushing you into his stomach, his abs putting so much pressure on you that you can barely breathe.

From the outside, everything seems normal. His suit clings tightly to his body not because of your digesting form, but because his bulging muscle always seems too big for his clothes.

You suppress a whine as his stomach slowly works on you throughout the day, melting you down as the loud gurgles and groans and sloshes and the occasional belch fill your ears. By the end of the work day you're barely still alive, clinging to what little sentience remains on you as all you can do is twitch a finger or two.

Meanwhile, the pred is used to this. They enjoyed feeling full for the day, but they can't wait to get home and get off to the sound of your bones being pulverised as they flex their abs and digest you for good.

mmmf i love casual vore/digestion with big preds who don’t even look stuffed. just think about how cruel that is to go about your day all nonchalant like you aren’t brutally murdering someone in your muscle gut. having to play off all those meaty belches and bassy farts as indigestion. your twitching gut is just a little bloat from your gluten intolerance. that muffled scream and sickening crunch? must be the construction next door.

our pred is a seasoned veteran, cruel and sadistic, but an average joe on the streets. at 6’2, 220 lbs, and good looking, he flys under the radar wherever he goes. which helps when he has a bulging gut full of digesting boymeat, or whenever he’s on the prowl.

his last victim was a 20-something Ivy League finance bro, fresh out of grad school, who he met at the smith machine. real charming and handsome, and still reeling from a breakup with his longtime girlfriend. pred offer to buy him a drink at the bar, and they get real close as time goes on. finance bro thinks he’s got a true friend, until he goes over to his house to get “shit-faced” one night.

he didn’t know that actually meant having the pred suffocate him under his hairy, unwashed ass. the poor guy screamed and fought for hours while the pred just flossed his stinky butt on the guy’s face and jackhammered his thick cock down his throat. the pred loved tasting his tight little straight boy pussy, and had an even better time stretching it out around his cock, pinning his poor friend against the headboard while he pummeled his little hole.

it didn’t take long for the pred to get bored with his toy and send him down the hatch, but by then the guy was too broken to even get a word out. all the pred got was some muffled prayer and a lot of incoherent screaming when the gurgling kicked up. after a couple more nuts and a rank fart, the pred finally decided to acknowledge the poor thing boiling to death inside his gut.

“ahh, hope you enjoyed life, kid. i’m sure about to enjoy yours,” the pred belches softly before he grabs a bottle of antacids and downs it, his belly instantly reacting with some gassy squeals and strained burbling.

love this scenario…

boy sees his best friend / roommate get tanked by their hulking frat boy RA and hides in the bathroom, jerking off to all the noises coming from his room…. all the sloppy, wet gurgling and muffled screaming.

the RA stomps out of the room, leaving the room smelling like musk and sex. “Fuck, you tasted so good faggot… *BRAAAUUUP*” you run out behind him to see nothing, only signs of an immense struggle in your dorm room. the dresser toppled over, the bedsheets all wrinkled, and a couple used condoms strewn out on the floor. you spend that night laying in your roomies bed, gooning to what you saw happen, and what you think happened after.

fast forward a couple days later and your still there, pumping away on your roommates bed, thinking about how unrecognizable he must look now boiling away in your RAs potbelly. you reach the point of orgasm when you hear keys jangling outside your door, the doorknob swiftly turning and opening to reveal the massive frat boy himself, gut still massive and taut. his ballgut is red and veiny as the stretched skin struggles to contain your friend’s digesting corpse. the bulges of your friends head and shoulders is still pronounced, and you see it bob and slosh with every step your RA took.

“you wanna say hi to your friend?” the jock mumbles lowly as he rubs over the heft of his gut with one meaty hand, the other groping his meaty cock.

good i love this image. all viscous and bloody, these steaming heaps of gore shooting out of the preds mouth in wet belches. everything from bits of acid bleached bone to an eyeball gets coughed up by the pred, giving him some awful acid reflux…

personally, though, i really like when the pred has to hack up half digested articles of clothing or other miscellaneous items that couldn’t pass through his guts.

think about the creepy neighbor burping up these boys’ little half digested boxer briefs, or a pair of steaming sneakers, a little foot still wedged inside.

the bulking gymrat belches up a bloody jockstrap while running on the treadmill. all that movement rearranges the softening corpse boiling inside his gut, making him belch up everything from a pair of nipple piercings (with some meat still attached) and a sizzling apple watch still clinging to the guys half melted wrist.