VoreWolf

This guy I've never fucking talked to just swallowed me alive. I was minding my own business changing in the gym locker room, and now I'm being squeezed on all sides, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. I’m soaked from head to toe in slimy mucus and wet stomach juices, and it’s warmer in here than any sauna I’ve been in. Suffice to say, it’s not very comfortable. But I have to admit that with my dick sliding between his slippery stomach walls and my slick body, I’m getting hard as fuck. And it’s taking up space that I really can't afford right now, so as humiliating as it is, I better... work on getting rid of it, if you know what I mean.

*GrRRggrPp*

“Ugh fuck-“ Brad groaned, his gut letting out a disgusting whine that made him feel utterly sick. The pledge he had downed a solid week ago was still, well… mostly solid. His partially digested body bulged out of his gut obscenely, and no matter how many enzyme supplements he took, the little shit just wouldn’t digest. While this was uncomfortable for Brad, it was more so for the pledge clinging to life inside his hellish gut. The boy’s body was mangled and blistered, skin melted off towards the bottom half of his body. His blonde hair had fallen out ages ago, and the whites of his eyes were burnt by the caustic acids spewing from every disgusting fold in the sweltering gut. The boy wheezed with each breath, his throat raw from the acids. Every bone in his lower half had been dislocated, their splintered forms puncturing his rapidly softening skin like a knife in warm butter. With a piercing *GrrRrlLgle* the sphincter below the boy slowly opened, siphoning the bubbling soup of half digested flesh towards Brad’s waiting intestines. More and more of him drained away with a disgusting slosh as the boy awaited his torturous death within the darkness of Brad’s putrid gut. To make it even worse, the boy smelt and felt slimy globs of half chewed food fall upon him every few hours. Pizza, fried chicken, ice cream and Busch Lite, the ravenous frat boy was not just satiated by ending the life of one boy. No, he had to consume more, and really show the pledge how little he meant to him. As the pledge slipped in and out of consciousness, he wondered if Brad even knew he was still alive, and if he even knew his name…

*boOUurRrrrp* Brad let out a disgusting belch, the scent of acid and half eaten pizza filling the air. The slimy folds contracted around the boy even tighter, squishing more of his semi-liquified body into the intestines. Now the acids poured down on the boy, slowly melting into a soup of meat, bone, and other half chewed foods that continued to rain down. He managed to choke out a whine before Brad groped his gut, feeling something hard in his gut. This had to be the boy’s legs (or what was left of them), and with one fatal squish the boy’s lower half gave way and collapsed into gorey soup. “Finally,” the gluttonous frat boy chuckled, his gut beginning to pick up steam as more of the boy filtered into his lower intestine.

*UrrRrrAaAPpp*

Brad buried once more, this time not only tasting the meaty essence of the boy, but smelling the interior of his hard-working tank. Pizza and beer mingled with the rotten flesh and metallic hint of blood. Another deafening gurgle gave Brad the satisfactory knowledge that his gut was finally getting to work on the unfortunate pledge.

oof that’s a hard question. i think a teen predator who’s still learning the ropes is hot, his body still struggling to produce enough acid to digest an entire human being, so the poor thing stays alive for days as the boy goons and taunts his meal.

but i think my favorite would have to be a callous frat boy pred. conventionally attractive, well hung, and not a care in the world, except for where his next meal/fucktoy is. also love it when they have a fat and hairy PAWB ass that just reeks of old sweat and unwashed musk. maybe the frat boy makes you eat and clean his ass before he sends you to bake and broil inside his colon, or maybe he just sends you down his rank and slimy throat to slowly die in his beer belly, feeling his other brothers grope and knead at your softening body while rancid farts squeal out of his swampy ass.