So, I've Got A Weird Living Situation At The Moment. This Here Is Brayden, You Could Call Him My "room"

So, I've got a weird living situation at the moment. This here is Brayden, you could call him my "room" since I sleep in his stomach every night. I first met Brayden after answering an ad for a free roommate, only to get swallowed on the spot and fell in love with the place. It's a little cramped and it's hard to invite people over, but Brayden is really sexy and he looks so good with me in him. I'll get my own place eventually, but until then I like getting devoured and put in my room by my landlord.

Well, I guess we finally came to a conclusion. Right, Mark? Or should I say, Dinner! My ex-roommate Mark had been nagging me for being a bit of a slob. So what if I leave a few donut boxes on the floor or if I keep passing out drinking melted ice cream tubs, that's no reason to call someone a pig. That's why I decided to give him a much better reason to call me a pig and I put him on the menu. I waited until he was done complaining while he cleaned our apartment and once he was tired from finishing, I took off my shirt in preparation for my hunt. Not giving him a chance, I tackled him from behind and threw him to the ground. In his confusion, I yanked off his pants and greedily stuck his feet in my drooling maw. I excitedly slurped and swallowed my soon-to-be prey, living the fantasy I've always had of having a living Mark inside my stomach. I got past his knees and started forcefully swallowing him while I pulled him in, knowing it was only a matter of time before my dinner regained his senses. I wish I could savor my meat, but securing my prey took priority and I grabbed the flailing wrists of the man hanging out of my mouth, pinning them to his waist as I kept taking powerful gulps until I had his butt on my tongue and his hands pinned in my jaws. At this point, Marl was able to understand the impossible feat of gluttony I was doing to him and tried to fight out of me, but he was too late and I proved it by ripping off his shirt, then pushing in his shoulders until I had his chest surrounded by my lips. I was so lost in the ecstasy of finally devouring Mark that I could barely hear his pleas as I took a few more swallows and had his head sitting in my mouth. I put a hand on my neck and took the final gulp, blowing a load in my pants as I felt his face form a bulge in my throat and feeling it sink down into my body, then finally fully deposit my meal inside my belly. Yeah! I was right to dream of eating Mark, he was delicious and it felt so good to pig out on my rude roommate! Wait, now that you're in my stomach, you're kinda like a forever roommate since you'll be fat on my stomach! Guess we were both kind of right, I am a huge pig and you're better off as my food!

Piggy drinking directly from the gallon. Oink.

You were doing sit ups when you suddenly saw this ass appear above you. Before you could say something, he sat down hard on your face and you could hear him moan a little. One of his friends goaded him to take you in the middle of the gym and you could suddenly feel flesh instead of cloth. His hole started lowering onto your nose and pretty soon, you were neck-deep into his anus and he had no intentions of stopping. You tried to pull your head out, but he grabbed your arms to hold you in place and took a position above you. He took a powerful squat and you felt your shoulders slip in his ass as his body was pulling you deeper into it. You couldn't fight back while your body was being forced up some jock's butt and you could hear people outside cheering the guy on as he takes you. It only took a few more moments before your toes slip inside and he tightens his hole, fully capturing you in his body and leaving you as nothing more than a bulge on his torso. You could feel multiple hands rubbing you and congratulating the sated jock, who was set on making you his cheat meal. Accepting your place as future assfat, you melt away deep in the intestines of a not-so hungry ass pred as he absent-mindedly rubs you to sleep.

What are your thoughts on underage prey?

Abso-fucking-lutely NOT.

I cough and sputter in my dads gut as cold milk splatters on me from above. Weirdly enough, I’m actually grateful for the cooling liquid splashing over my itching and burning skin. I’ve been in my dads stomach for over an hour and a half, much longer than he’s ever kept me or my brothers for one of his “punishments”.

My older brother Erik got the longest sentence a couple years ago when he’d failed one of his classes at school. He’d been in there for 45 whole minutes before our dad released him. Later he’d told us that Dad’s gut had started churning and squeezing him in a rough, painful way and that after a little bit his skin had started to tingle. He hadn’t gotten anything below a B since then, not wanting to experience even the beginning of our fathers digestion again.

Up until this point, the longest I’ve ever been in here was 15 minutes, and the only thing I’d ever felt was the soft, almost pleasant squeezing of the stomach walls. If it hadn’t been so disgusting and foul smelling in there, I might’ve enjoyed it. But then it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment. Now though Im long past what Erik had felt; he was right about how rough and tight the stomach walls churned about. I feel like every pulse of powerful muscle squeezes me into a tighter and tighter ball, making my bones and joints ache with the pressure. He’d also been right about the tingling, but he hadn’t stayed in dads stomach long enough for it to become the itchy, burning sensation that I’m now feeling.

My eyes and nose sting in the rancid, acidic air. That’s also something none of us have ever experienced; yes it’s always been foul smelling in here the few times dad felt the need to punish me, but it’s never been actually painful to breathe as I inhale each breath of the acidic air. I guess the punishment fits the crime though, I mean I got drunk and crashed my car into a tree, which is probably the worst thing any of us boys have done over the years, so it makes sense that dad leaves me in here for way longer than he’s ever done before.

I feel my prison jostle a bit as my dad sits down in his creaky recliner chair and flips on the tv, turning up the volumes extra loud so he can hear it over his loudly churning belly. I’ve got no doubt that my brothers are probably sitting there on the couch, eyeing Dad’s stomach and glancing at the clock watching the seconds tick by and probably thinking about how long I’ve been in here too. It’s going on an hour and 45 minutes now.

I just grit my teeth as the burning starts to go from unpleasant to downright painful. Fuck he must be really mad this time, I mean he’s actually letting his gut start to digest me! *Just a little longer* I tell myself, trying to shut out the pain, and waiting for the familiar feeling of the stomach forcing me back up my father’s throat.

“Umm dad?” I hear one of my younger brothers say hesitantly. “Ty’s been in there a reeeally long time… I think he’s really sorry now and he’s learned his lesson. You know he won’t do it again.”

My father just grunts and I feel a hand rubbing over the bulges I’m making. “Yer damn right he’s never going to do it again… because he’s not coming back out again.” He says gruffly, as my brothers stare wide eyed. “This is a lesson for the rest of you boys that your old man’s more than willing to leave you to stew in this gut of mine if you fuck up badly enough.”

No… No I must’ve heard him wrong. Did he really just say he’s gonna leave me in here?? I start to struggle, calling out to my dad. “Please dad, no!! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please just don’t leave me in here!!”

“Sorry Ty, but you fucked up and now you have to face the consequences, maybe your brothers will learn from your mistake and I won’t have to digest any more of my boys.” He says giving me a pat.

“Nononono!!!” I continue to scream and thrash as my dads gut began to churn and gurgle even more loudly. My skin feels like it’s on fire and the walls around me squeeze me so tight that it’s like I’m trapped in a rancid, slimy trash compactor. I begin to sob and beg, but my dad is ignoring me now. He belches instead of replying and the last of my foul, acidic air is snatched away from me, rushing back up my dads throat and leaving me behind to stew in the dark, stinking, churning pit of my father’s stomach.

“Uurrrrp! Shh that’s it son, just sleep and let daddy’s belly take care of you” is the last thing I hear from Dad before I finally gave in and pass out while his stomach churns and gurgles contently around me, happy to finally be claiming one of the meals that has escaped its grasp so many times.

Oh, you looking for your boyfriend? I caught the little pervert sneaking behind me in the parking garage and decided to put him in the body he was lusting after. Yeah, you heard me. I ate your boyfriend and I'm gonna keep him in there until he learns his lesson. I won't digest him, I don't want pervert trash in my system, but he'll get covered in all my meals everyday. Whenever I chug a protein shake, I'm gonna drown him in my nutrients and keep getting bigger with him as a prisoner in my body. Hot, right? He'll get jostled around everytime I workout, get cramped whenever I'm doing cardio and he'll feel it when all my gym buddies rub my belly. Yeah, this'll be good for him. But I'm willing to let him out if you take his place! Unless you'd like to just join him instead and I'll use both of you as gut slaves!!