Life On The Edge

Life on the edge

It's difficult not being a pred. I'm out here, 24 years old and practically a sitting duck every day if I don't do something about it. I come from a big family of preds too, so it's a little embarrassing really. Both my brothers are preds and regularly talk about their 'conquests', as are all my male cousins. It just never happened with me, though. The power to eat guys seemed to just appear in others some time during puberty; but with me there was nothing. Nor did I have any desire to eat guys; I'm much more happy watching someone else get eaten, and letting my mind race at the possibility of what's going on inside that powerful ass, belly or balls.

And that was how I survived. Whenever my brothers were looking at me a little too maliciously I'd invite a friend over and they'd never be seen from again. I'd press my ear to my brothers' belly or play with his balls as they were digested down into mulch and I loved it. Listening to the belches, the groaning and feeling the squirming of the man inside them that was soon to be a part of something much bigger.

It's taught me a thing or two, as well, about how to approach preds when you're a potential meal yourself. I'm dating one, Tyler, which people say is always a huge mistake because he'll inevitably eat me as they always do no matter how much they love you. But we've been going 6 years strong now and it's all about staying in control of their appetite. Is it always fun losing countless friends, co-workers and occasionally family members to his body? Not always, but it's worth it to see him happy, and to see them disappear into nothing.

That brings me to today. I was getting a lift home after work from my chatty co-worker, Cameron. He's nice and he means well but God, he gets tiring, especially when he's talking about his love of all things natural. Nature's interesting, and all, but I can't be bothered to listen to it for the almost hour long drive back to our town. That's when my phone buzzed and the opportunity arose.

"Babe, I'm starving. Can you bring me a snack on your way home?" I smirked a little and looked over at Cameron, chatting away with no idea that his fate had just been sealed.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you wanted to stop at mine for a drink before you head back to yours? You're always kind enough to give me a lift home and I wanted to say thank you." I said, hoping he'd take the bait. He did.

"Sure! You sure your boyfriend won't mind?" Cameron asked. I just smiled. "Nah, he'd love to have you" I responded, smiling inwardly. The rest of the drive went pretty quickly, and before we knew it we were pulling up to my place where one hungry stomach waited inside.

"Only me, and I brought company!" I said, throwing my keys in the pot. Cameron and I moved into the front room, where Tyler was waiting, eagerly with his shirt off and belly exposed. "This is Cameron! A work friend I thought I'd bring home for a bite to eat." At that I heard Tyler's stomach rumble and knew he was satisfied with a new sacrifice.

"Come sit next to me, Cameron" he said, beckoning my colleague over. Cameron walked over, a little nervous as he sat next to my shirtless boyfriend. He chuckled nervously and was about to say something before he was cut off. I'd never seen Tyler move so fast but somehow in a matter of seconds Cameron was naked. He looked confused and briefly turned on before I watched his head disappear.

I still couldn't believe how fast Tyler was, he must've been starving. By the time Cameron realised what was happening, though, it was too late. He waved his arms around in a panic before Tyler stood up and lifted his naked body off the ground. Cameron had sprouted an erection in the confusion, which Tyler beckoned me towards. I walked over and worked my magic as always.

Confused shouting quickly turned to muffled moans of enjoyment as I took Cameron's surprisingly large cock in my mouth. Some pred's like a hard cock as they consume their prey but Tyler says it just feels uncomfortable going down, so I always finish his meals off for him before he finishes them off for good. I was sucking underneath Cameron and Tyler for a minute or so, watching as he was slowly pulled in, like a cobra devouring a small mammal.

I always love watching Tyler's neck distend and change shape as he takes his prey in, watching the outline of their bodies move towards their demise. Soon enough Cameron let out a final moan, concluding his final orgasm. As he continued to slide down I felt my own cock beginning to stiffen. I watched in awe, it always feels like some special kind of magic, as Tyler's stomach began to shift and grow under the mass of Cameron's body.

By now he was up to his waist and Tyler was really picking up the pace. His stomach was growling angrily as it felt its meal getting closer and closer. I watched as gravity began to work its magic along with Tyler; Cameron practically tumbled into the gaping mouth and hungry belly he was soon to become a part of. As his feet dangled out of Tyler's mouth, my boyfriend worked at me in that flirty, cheeky fashion I've come to know and love so much.

He pushed Cameron's feet in and gave a final *gulp,* completing the growth of his powerful belly. Tyler smiled at me, looking full and content. Moments later out shot an ear splitting BOUUUUUUURP right in my face. My cock stiffened more as I smelt the cologne of my former college mixed with the inside of my boyfriend's stomach. I leaned over and kissed Tyler, who gladly accepted, shoving his tongue down my throat.

As the kiss broke I moved down to his belly, kissing and rubbing it with wonder and eagerness. From inside I could hear the screams of Cameron. He was clearly trying to say something but Tyler's fat and stomach walls muffled him beyond comprehension.

"Comfy in there?" I asked Tyler's belly. In response I got a punch, or a kick, from inside. I squeezed and kneaded the stomach, feeling Cameron's skinny frame inside while Tyler's belly rumbled away. Pressing my ear to his gut I heard a faint "Let me out! What've you done to me?!" I smiled up at Tyler, who was looking at me with affection.

"You always bring the best boys" he said to me, stroking my hair. "Where would I be without you?" He looked down at me warmly. I'm not a fool, I know if the boys stopped he'd eat me. But I also know he loves me, and even if he did decide to wolf me down I know it wouldn't be out of simple hunger. But that's what life on the edge is like, you risk being eaten every day. No matter how well you worship a pred you still have the potential to be just another meal.

As I looked up at him I felt his stomach rumble and the digestion began to kick in. I moved down onto Tyler's crotch and began stroking his stiff hardon. I looked at his huge cock, which he could easily stuff me down if he wanted, for a moment before taking him in my mouth. Like with Cameron, it only took a minute before he was pumping his perfect load into my mouth. I swallowed it all, before moving back up to his belly.

As I did I began pushing my own cock onto Tyler's gut. Which was still moving independently as Cameron trashed around frantically. After a few thrusts I was leaking cum all over the round, perfect belly while Cameron continued to scream away inside. I could tell the digestion was beginning. I gave my boyfriend a final kiss before both of our eyes became heavy and we drifted off to sleep together in the front room for a post work (and for him, meal) nap, listening to Cameron's muffled cries behind Tyler's stomach.

An hour or so later we woke up. Tyler's belly was notably softer than it had been earlier. I pushed against his belly and felt a mild crunching. Clearly whatever was left of Cameron had just disintegrated and was about to make its way through Tyler's intestines. We both got up and went to the bathroom admiring Tyler's big belly in the mirror. I gave him another kiss on the cheek and he smiled at me.

"We'll need to do something about Cameron's car" I said, giggling slightly.

"Oh yeah, and you'll need a new lift" he smirked. "I'll take you there and bring you home in the meantime." We both laughed as Tyler shook his belly, which sloshed as it processed more of Cameron's body. I love my boyfriend, and I love living life on the edge.

Stills from Nick Walker’s latest YT video. Just look at the size of that roid gut! 🤯

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This is how you'll find me most days in college, leaning back and digesting some poor twink who thought he could sit beside me in class. Nothing beats gulping freshmen down into my fat hairy tank 😈

Wow, just when you think you can't get any bigger, there go two twinks down my throat and assimilated by my body to prove me wrong.

Little thief

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On a late, windy evening, a boy the size of a mouse, with a heart thumping with both courage and fear, slipped through a small gap in the slightly ajar doors into Ted's house. The night wrapped the world in its black cloak, the only witnesses to his journey being the stars twinkling silently in the sky. Agile and silent as a shadow, the boy sneaked inside, lured by the warm glow and the promise of shelter. Hardly had the boy adjusted to his new surroundings when the sound of doors closing shattered the silence. With a **bang** that echoed in his little heart, Ted closed the entrance, unaware, trapping the boy inside.

From his hiding spot under the table, which now seemed like a giant roof over his head, the boy watched as Ted took his place at the table. The boy's heart raced as he looked at the enormity of this man, and his hands automatically clenched around a small piece of wood he held for comfort. Thus began the evening that would forever change the life of the boy, pulled into the world of a giant, where every move had to be calculated, and every decision could mean the difference between being noticed and remaining invisible.

The boy, no bigger than a thumb, squatted in the shadow under the huge dining table, observing the incredible scene. Ted, towering above him with a belly that seemed almost a living entity, settled comfortably at the table, creating a mountain of plates and bowls from which steamed various dishes. "How is it possible for one man to eat so much?" the boy wondered, watching as Ted, with an appetite befitting a wild beast, devoured portion after portion. The artificial light above the table cast sinister shadows on his face, and every bite and gulp of beer seemed to magnify his gigantic size. The boy heard the empty beer bottles **clink** as Ted set them aside, and his laughter filled the room, **echoing** in the corners. With fascination and a bit of fear, the boy watched every move of the giant, amazed at his capacity for consumption and living in such excess.

In the cool, calm silence that followed the feast, the boy heard regular, low **snoring** coming from a corner of the room. Ted, it seemed, had decided to nap, paying homage to his favorite pastime between meals. The boy, who had until now been hiding in the shadow, felt his stomach begin to **gurgle** for attention, demanding more than just the sight of the enormous portions of food devoured by Ted. Driven by hunger, the boy gathered his courage and climbed onto the giant table, which now seemed like a vast battlefield, full of unfathomable dangers. In stolen moments, when Ted's breath became a quieter background, the boy moved with incredible caution, collecting crumbs and leftovers that for him constituted a plentiful meal. Suddenly, the boy's world balance was disrupted when an unfortunate movement caused a metal spoon to **clink** against a plate. This sound, though quiet, was like **thunder** in the silence of the night for Ted.

Huge eyes opened, and the snoring stopped, giving way to a piercing gaze that immediately spotted the intruder. "You little thief!" boomed Ted, as his hands, like bear paws, quickly enveloped the boy, lifting him into the air. Before the boy could react, he found himself inside a glass, like a fish in an aquarium, with Ted laughing triumphantly. "Now you belong to me," Ted laughed, emitting sounds that were a mix of amusement and threat. The boy, squeezed into the glass trap, felt his heart beat faster than ever. He stared into Ted's enormous faces, looking for even a trace of mercy. But in the giant's eyes, he saw only amusement and a kind of wild joy at possessing such an unusual trophy. "It seems our paths have crossed, little friend," Ted said, with an unfazed smile on his face.

Ted, pensive and with a slight predatory smile on his face, turned the glass in his huge hands, examining the tiny boy who desperately tried to find a foothold on the slippery walls of his glass prison. In the depths of his eyes, a disturbing light flickered, heralding an upcoming challenge, or perhaps something much darker. "I wonder, little thief," began Ted, his voice a low, resonating **echo** in the boy's head, "have you ever had the chance to test your swimming skills?" The boy, cramped and disoriented, looked up, trying to understand the full meaning of the giant's words that hung in the air like a dark prophecy. Without waiting for a response, Ted, with cruelty masked by curiosity, lifted a beer bottle and began to tilt it, pouring its contents into the glass. Foam and golden liquid quickly filled the space , forcing the boy to fight desperately for survival in the rising waves of the alcoholic ocean. The boy began to move his arms and legs, trying to stay afloat. Ted, watching with fascination as the boy managed in his dark experiment, began to ponder the next part of his plan.

Ted, with triumph etched on his face, burst into laughter that filled the spacious room with an unsettling **echo**. "Excellent, little one! You've passed the first test," he announced, but his laughter quickly turned into something more sinister. "Ah, but this is just the beginning. If only you knew what I have planned for you next, you'd prefer to drown in that glass of beer." The boy, still shaking from the recent survival test, froze, trying to interpret the giant's cryptic words. Ted, unable to hide his cruel pleasure, patted his vast belly, creating a deep, resonating **thud**. "Time for you to meet a larger pool, my dear. A place where the real challenge begins." The boy, feeling mounting fear, followed every move of Ted as he approached slowly, his shadow falling on the boy like a dark omen. As Ted leaned down, the boy's face came into direct proximity to the giant's trembling belly. "You'll see, my stomach's interior is like a huge pool, only much more unpredictable and dangerous." Realizing the full horror of Ted's words, the boy understood the terrifying truth. His next "pool" was to be the interior of the giant's stomach, a true test of survival where darkness and unknown dangers lurked at every step. Ted, laughing even louder, revealed his dark intentions. "Just think, little one, what an experience it will be! Swimming among unimaginable dangers, fighting for every breath... This will be more than just a test of survival."

Ted, with eyes glowing with wild joy, grabbed the glass with the boy and beer in his massive hand. His stance was full of cruelty, with no doubt about what he intended to do. The boy, now aware of his terrifying fate, looked up at the approaching face of the giant, feeling immense fear and desperation. Ted, ignoring the fear on the boy's face, tilted the glass to his lips, allowing the cold beer and the tiny figure to start sliding towards his open mouth. The boy, terrified, felt the ground slip from under his feet as powerful waves of liquid pushed him straight into the gaping maw that was Ted's mouth. The moment of swallowing was like entering another dimension. Every millimeter of movement down Ted's throat was a struggle, a desperate attempt to find any support in this slippery, pulsating space. In the abyss of the throat, where the light faded and outside sounds became more and more muffled, the boy tried to understand what was happening to him. He felt every muscle in Ted's body work to swallow him, as the huge esophageal muscles squeezed and pushed him deeper and deeper. Ted, swallowing the last gulp, felt the boy's delicate movement in his esophagus, which brought him perverse satisfaction. The awareness that he now had complete control over the boy's fate was a source of wild joy for him. **GULP!!** He swallowed loudly, sending the boy into his stomach.

Satisfied with his cruel deed, Ted patted his belly with pleasure, emitting a deep, contented **purr**. "Well, boy," he said with undisguised joy, "let's see how long you last." His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, adding an even greater sense of horror. Settling comfortably in his chair, Ted took pleasure in every delicate movement he felt in his stomach. It was not only a source of entertainment for him but also a perverse kind of satisfaction. "Move, little one! Show me what you're made of," he taunted, staring at the calm waves of his belly, waiting for any sign of life from inside. Inside, the boy, though overwhelmed by darkness and dampness, did not lose spirit. Every move, every kick against the soft walls of Ted's stomach was an act of desperation for him, but also of courage. He knew that every attempt to move, every attempt to fight was the only form of communication with the outside world, the only way to signal his survival.

Ted, sensing these delicate movements, laughed even louder. "Oh, yes! That's what I like!" he exclaimed as if the boy were only a toy in his gigantic game. For Ted, every move of the boy was like another round in the dark spectacle he had directed. In the dimly lit room, sunk into his chair, Ted turned to the darkness of his belly with conviction, as if he could speak directly to the boy hidden within. "I have a bedtime story for you, boy," he began, his voice taking on a tone that tried to mimic the warmth of a bedtime story but ineffectively masked the underlying cruelty. "Once upon a time, I found a little one, just like you, curled up in a cookie package. He was just like you," said Ted, emitting a low chuckle that spread through the room like an echo from another world. "Oh, how we spent our time together. Until he became a part of ... this," he continued, patting his bulging belly with tangible nostalgia. "He became a part of me forever, fused into the tissues of my belly, an inseparable part of my body," Ted said, almost with tenderness, which was, however, too terrifying to be considered genuine. "And you know what, my dear? You're facing the exact same fate. You can fight, oh yes, it's worth fighting, but in the end, you too will become a part of me, an inseparable element of my vast belly." His words were like a dark lullaby, a story meant not so much to soothe as to deepen despair and fear. Ted, with a broad smile on his face, began to stroke his belly in rhythm with his cruel narrative, slowly falling asleep under the weight of his own satisfaction.

In the darkness of his prison, the boy listened to this story with growing terror. When he heard how his predecessor ended and that he was to meet the same fate, he began to beat the walls of the stomach in terror, screaming and begging. Ted fell asleep with satisfaction, feeling the boy's last struggle and hearing his faint cries.

As night turned to dawn, Ted's stomach set to work with renewed vigor, accelerating the digestion process. The boy, though he fought with all his might, found no way out of the dark, damp labyrinth that was the giant's stomach. Every hope of escape slowly dissolved in the thick, hot environment that became his prison. As the hours passed, every movement, every desperate gesture of the boy became weaker until it finally ceased altogether. The internal walls of the stomach, constantly working, absorbed the last traces of his presence, sinking him into the infinity of Ted's biological machinery.

As the first rays of the sun broke into the room, illuminating the surroundings with warm light, Ted woke up, feeling an unusual calm in his belly. There was no more movement, no more delicate kicking or shifting that would testify to a struggle for survival. All that remained was a deep, contented feeling of satiety. With a smile spreading across his face, Ted patted his belly with a sense of triumph. "Thanks, little one," he said, his voice full of cruel satisfaction. "I love live snacks. They always add a bit of spice to my day." Rising, he stretched lazily, already thinking about his next adventure, about the next tiny existence he could draw into his dark game. "I wonder who'll be next," he pondered, thoughtfully looking at the world outside the window.

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