Safehaven2 - Male Vore

Now that I'm graduating and going off to College, I decided it's time to start bulking up! I'm pretty skinny so I need the best protein I can find and my buddy Dave was just as skinny as me and a perfect size for me to start my new diet. On our way to this party, I picked him up and got him alone in my car, then right before we pulled up, I ate him alive and whole. That's right. Dave is my protein meal tonight and he'll be the foundation for my dream body! You better get used to seeing a bulge in my gut cause I'll be bulking for a while!

My brothers and I had an agreement, after my eldest brother Xavier swallowed our dad whole, we promised not to eat each other. We kept our truce up for two decades, unfortunately we never agreed not to eat each other’s kids. I came home to find Xavier with my boy Cameron’s feet sticking out of his mouth and got pissed. I had been fattening that kid up for years and got him into weight training so I’d have a good prey when I was ready, but my pig of a brother ate him first. Damnit, I wanted to feel my boy in my tank, but maybe a stuffed hog is a good replacement. Fuck the truce. I leaped at my brother while he pushed my kid’s feet between his lips and held him in his gullet. My mouth was stretched and over his head before he swallowed as I felt the excitement of a huge chunk of beef I was about to feast on. I shoved his head into the back of my throat very easily, most likely due to my brother being tired from eating my boy. I shoved my lips over his shoulders and felt him in my throat, taking the final gulp and sending Cameron into his uncle’s stomach. I felt the voracious desire to avenge my boy and held my brother’s arms to the side as I gulped until his engorged gut stopped me. His normal ball gut was twice as big as usual, but my hunger was ready for the challenge as I felt my jaw disconnecting to make room for my meal. Getting his gut in was hard, but years of being a predator made the experience all the hotter as I felt his torso forced down my gullet as his crotch entered my maw. The porker had a lot of fat around his dick, but I licked the head of his cock enough that I tasted his jizz as he traveled further in me. Once I could feel his head enter my gut, I could feel him laughing while he vibrated my body from the inside. Was this fun for him? Was eating Cameron just a ploy for me to eat him? No matter, why should I care how smart my food is? I refocused on my stuffed hog and grabbed his calves as I kept gulping until his knees were being wrapped around my lips and my gut doubled in size as his joined him in my stomach. Xavier was still making noises from my tank, but I was lost in the flavor of his sweaty calves. He must be getting nervous and that means he was also getting more delicious. My waist started to jiggle from side to side as Xavier’s hand prints started to appear from inside my stomach, I could feel him moving round to right himself up, but all he succeeded in doing was making it easier to suck his thick legs down like noodles and leaving his toes barely sticking out of my mouth. I smiled around the tasty little piggies, putting one hand on my gut and rubbing the stuffed flesh prison while I used my other hand to slowly shove the rest of my food in. My tongue impatiently licked all around and in between his feet and toes as they slid down the back of my throat as down into my stomach. My pants burst open as my shirt began to rip until it was barely covering my humongous belly, attempting to accommodate both my brother and my son inside him. I waddled to my room and laid down, feeling both satisfied with a full gut of my squirming brother and wondering if I should tell my other two brothers that I broke our only rule. Although, it would be nice to eat them too, along with my four nephews and become a walking family reunion with fat instead of family. Jesus, Xavier must’ve had the same idea and probably would’ve gotten me if he’d finished Cameron first. I’ll be smarter though, a good Pred can’t let his prey escape, even if they’re family and especially if they’ll make me just as big as this pig did. I hope your comfortable boys, you’ll be getting some roommates sooner than you expect and maybe some beers to wash them down with.

My boyfriend started off as a kinder predator than most. He’d never once digested another guy, which is why I thought I’d be safe dating him. Sure, now and again he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he wanted the feeling of a full, heavy belly. But I found his dominant attitude towards swallowing me kind of hot, so realistically it was never completely against my will.

That was until the night he fell asleep with me still inside his gut, when he didn’t have any control over the processes going on inside his body. I feared for the worst when his digestive juices started pouring in from the fleshy walls around me, and no amount of struggling seemed to wake him up. However, all I felt was a slight tingle on my skin, the worst part was probably just how cramped it got from his stomach squeezing against me as it tried to deal with me.

We’d accidentally made the discovery that his gut was unable to break down anything that was alive, despite handling all of the rest of his food perfectly well. Despite my protests, this lead to many an occasion where I was gulped down first thing in the morning, then kept trapped inside for the whole day. My partner would still get hungry for an actual meal, but it turned out that he could still stuff a full serving of food into his gut alongside me and let his body churn it up.

He didn’t seem to care how gross I found it having food melted down and smeared all over me by his stomach, but his absolute gluttony clouded his judgement. So much that he decided that it would be fun to hold me inside him for a whole week, knowing full well what I would think about that experience. He kept me alive by swallowing things whole for me to eat first, which I was forced to scarf down quickly before his own chewed up dinner started piling in.

All he had to do was tolerate the occasional moment where I would snap and squirm around as much as I could, hoping to make things uncomfortable enough that he would let me out early. But he always managed to wait until my struggles subsided, even moaning softly now and again as though he was actually enjoying it. I never thought he’d become such a cruel predator, but now I’m worried that if I break things off with him, I might end up a permanent resident in the depths of his fat belly.