While I Fell Asleep In This Hulking Mans Arms, I Still Couldnt Believe He Chose To Hit On Me At The Club.

While I fell asleep in this hulking man’s arms, I still couldn’t believe he chose to hit on me at the club. I was obsessed with how many parts of his body were so round and firm, and spent a long time groping the muscular padding around his arms, chest and belly. His balls were just as huge and heavy too, full of a load that he was more than happy to pump inside of me before the night ended.

Even in my dreams, I could feel his powerful embrace around me. I imagined it growing tighter and warmer, an intense sweat slowly breaking through my skin. But something began to feel wrong, as the embrace became painful and the liquid coating my skin got thicker and stickier. The panic abruptly woke me up, yet nothing about my situation changed.

Whatever had hold of my upper body was throbbing with a steady rhythm. Each time it contracted, it felt like I was being dragged deeper into the source of the sweltering heat. After a moment of struggling to try and break free, I discovered what was happening when a massive pair of hands took hold of my legs to steady them. I was being devoured by the beefcake who lured me home, who had savoured swallowing his unaware prey up to this point.

Now that I’d started squirming, he decided to cram my legs down his throat as fast as he could, each mighty gulp forcing more of my body through his gullet until the entire contorted mess was contained within his bulging ball gut. He slapped his abdomen as he finished, making it rumble loudly before a meaty belch erupted from his mouth.

It was no wonder he was so huge if his diet consisted of other men, and I was just one of many that he’d made an easy meal out of to fuel his growth.

New diet

John and Ted met on a dark online forum where people shared their most extreme fantasies. Ted, a maniacal gainer, loved expanding his body, especially his belly. His desire for dominance was almost palpable.

A few months later, shrinking technology became a reality. John, now the size of a mouse, sent Ted a message: "TED! It worked! Wait for the package."

Ted answered the door when the bell rang. The courier handed him a small package, and Ted could barely contain his smile. After closing the door, he opened the package to find John, now mouse-sized, with a tiny, excited grin.

"Ted! It worked! I’m ready," John said enthusiastically.

"Perfect, John. I’ve been waiting for this moment," Ted replied with a cold glint in his eye.

Ted grabbed John and placed him on his enormous belly. Every movement Ted made forced John to struggle not to fall. "Do you like my belly? Soon, you’ll be a part of it."

John, trembling with excitement, clung to Ted’s skin. "Yes, Ted, I’m ready. Do it!"

Ted pressed John under his armpit, where the smell of sweat was suffocating and repulsive. "This is part of the fun, John. You need to understand that you belong to me now," Ted said with a mocking laugh.

Next, Ted placed John on his tongue, holding him in his mouth for a moment, savoring him. John felt the moisture surrounding him from all sides, but despite that, he felt a thrill. He tried to enjoy the moment until Ted began pushing him deeper into his mouth.

John, initially excited, began to feel a panic setting in. "Ted, maybe not... please," he shouted, trying to escape.

Ted momentarily pulled John out of his mouth, and John felt a brief sense of relief. He thought Ted had changed his mind and that he had managed to convince him. Suddenly, he heard Ted’s stomach growl loudly.

Ted looked at John with a smile. "Remember our deal, John? Even if you beg, I’ll swallow you."

Ted licked John, savoring his salty taste. "Now you’re just a tasty snack," he said with satisfaction, placing John back in his mouth.

John desperately tried to escape, feeling Ted’s mouth walls closing in around him. Ted slowly swallowed John, deriving sadistic pleasure from every movement and attempt at escape.

Ted closed his mouth and began slowly swallowing John. John felt himself being pulled down Ted’s throat. Each contraction of the esophagus was like a crushing grip, and the sounds of swallowing were deep and loud. His heart raced, and all he could think about was escaping.

In one last desperate effort, John tried to climb back up Ted’s throat, but the force of gravity and muscle contractions were too strong. Ted felt John sliding through his throat and into his stomach. The sensation was indescribably satisfying for him. "John, you’re now a part of me. We’ve fulfilled our dream," Ted thought with dark satisfaction.

Ted, looking at himself in the mirror, began to rub his belly. He could feel every movement John made, his desperate attempts to escape, which brought Ted immense joy.

"John, I can feel you... every move you make," Ted said, feeling aroused and satisfied by his dominance.

"John, I have something for you. You'll see what a beautiful place you're in," Ted said and swallowed a small flashlight.

The lighting inside the stomach fully made John realize the situation he was in, he began to experience a strange sensation. Ted’s stomach began working on digesting the massive amounts of food, as well as John himself. Enzymes and stomach acids started to surround his body.

"No! This can’t be happening! Please, Ted, spare me!" John screamed in his thoughts, desperately searching for an escape.

Ted, lying comfortably on the couch, felt his stomach working. The feeling of digesting everything he had eaten, including John, was extraordinarily satisfying for him. "John, you’re now part of me. Our deal has been fulfilled," Ted thought.

In Ted’s stomach, the digestive process advanced, and John felt his body slowly breaking down. The tightness and pain grew more intense until his consciousness began to fade. Ted rubbed his belly, deriving almost sadistic pleasure from it.

The next morning, Ted woke up with a sense of satisfaction and excitement. He felt his stomach starting to shrink and knew what that meant. He went to the bathroom for his morning session, feeling the remnants of John moving through his intestines. He sat on the toilet, feeling pleasant pressure.

Ted strained, feeling the remains of what was once John leaving his body. Each intestinal contraction reminded him of the dominance he had over John. After a few minutes, as the digestion process came to an end, Ted looked at the contents of the toilet. Among the waste, something caught his eye—it was John’s skull.

With a cold smile on his face, Ted reached into the toilet, carefully retrieved the skull, and cleaned it in the sink. The sight of the white, clean skull was satisfying to him. He decided to place it on a shelf in his room as a trophy.

He decided to share his achievement with others. He took a picture of the skull and posted an announcement on the forum where they had met: "Who wants to join the collection?"

The announcement quickly attracted attention. Ted watched the reactions with a smile, knowing that his dark desires had been fulfilled. Every comment on the forum was proof to him that his life had changed forever. John was just the beginning. Now, thanks to the announcement, he could realize more fantasies. Ted felt that his dominance and control over others were only growing stronger.

@beergutbear <3

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.

@beergutbear Thank you very much for allowing me to use your pics/vids. I appreciate your support 😘

My workplace offers international placements lasting a few months, should any employees be interested in learning how the work differs between countries. I offered to host Dimitri at my place during his stay, which admittedly wasn’t just out of kindness. When I saw his handsome face in a photo that got shared around, I jumped at the chance to spend some personal time with such a hot guy.

Dimitri spoke just enough English to get by, so he kept pretty quiet for his first week. It made him come across as shy, an impression that was completely changed once I walked in on him lounging on my sofa come Saturday morning. He looked very relaxed, confidently wearing nothing but a pair of comfy shorts that left his chunky, tattooed body on full view. We smiled and nodded at each other before we sat watching TV together, although my attention kept getting stolen by the gorgeous shape of his flabby chest and belly.

I had to break the silence somehow, so I asked if Dimitri wanted something to eat. He looked at me first with surprise, then began to grin as he shuffled along the sofa to get closer to me. “I would love to eat, yes!” I was confused when he suddenly pulled my shirt over my head. But his intentions became clear once he grabbed my head and brought it close to his face, his tongue running seductively along his top lip.

Dimitri stretched his drooling maw around my head, then swallowed it so he could begin feasting on my upper body. I was overwhelmed by the warmth of his breath, as well as the squelching sounds his throat made when it crushed me with each gulp. He must have misunderstood me and thought I was offering myself up as food, which he was desperate to devour before I changed my mind.

Dimitri slipped off my pants and continued sucking my body down his throat, moaning at the salty taste of my crotch as it was dragged across his tongue. His beard became lightly soaked in drool, which spilled from his mouth while he slurped down my legs and feet. With his last gulp, my whole body sank into the depths of his pudgy belly, which swelled to accommodate me. I struggled and shouted to clarify that I hadn’t offered to be eaten, but even if he understood me there was no chance he would give up a meal that easily.

“You are tasty lunch now. Be quiet in my stomach, thanks.”

Dimitri leaned back on my sofa and rubbed his fat gut, unbothered by my squirming while his body churned me up into nourishment.

Another vore story inspired by a fun roleplay! Two bros, Jared and Porter, have dinner together, and Porter becomes part of the menu.

Jared and Porter met through a mutual friend who had invited them both over to watch a game a few weeks ago. The pair vibed well with each other and decided to hang out a few more times, which leads us to the main event, or should I say - feast.

Porter came over to Jared’s flat for another game. By the end of their little watch party, the pair of them were starving and Jared suggested Porter stay for dinner.

“I don’t wanna put you out, I can wait to make something when I get home,” Porter replied to him.

“Plenty of food right here, my guy,” Jared said, placing a rather large hand on Porter’s shoulder.

Porter shrugged. Why not stay? Jared got to work making enough fried rice, vegetables, and chicken, to feed a sizable commune.

“I haven’t gotten in meal prep, but I hear it can be super helpful during the week,” Porter said, assuming Jared was making lots of extra to freeze and have later on.

“Oh? Buddy, I don’t think I meal prep in the way you’re thinking. I could eat all this food and more,” Jared said, slapping his gut, and jiggling his 400 pound frame.

Porter lifted his eyebrows slightly, impressed by the big man’s hunger. He offered to help prepare the food, but Jared brushed him off.

“All you gotta do is relax. I got you,” Jared replied, patting Porter on the back. As Jared got close to Porter he could smell his natural scent, and his stomach began to rumble loudly.

A kitchen timer later, Jared and Porter were back on the couch eating huge portions of the dinner together out of oversized mixing bowls. In what seemed like only seconds, Jared tipped the bowl back into his mouth and swallowed the last of the food. Jared got up, and got another helping… and another… and another…

“Hey, should I fry up some sausages? I could do with something thicker sliding down my throat,” Jared suggested.

Porter, who was still working on his first bowl of fried rice and assorted veggies and such, replied, “I think I’m good, this bowl is great for now.” Porter watched Jared get up and get to work again, frying sausages and absent mindedly rubbing his gurgling belly, just barely beginning to distend. Jared didn't even stop to put the sausages on a plate, but just turned off the heat, and swallowed them each whole in succession, then chugged a large glass of water.

Jared came back and crashed onto the couch, rubbing his belly in a clockwise motion. It gurgled and groaned, beginning to digest the monster amount of food inside.

“Are you still hungry or is your belly just gurgling as it digests that big meal?” Porter asked, in awe of the belly in front of him, rising and falling with Jared’s breath.

“Bro, I’m always hungry, sure it’s digesting, but it could always welcome more,” Jared replied, “Hey you gonna finish that?” Jared said pointing at the half eaten bowl of food Porter had been holding. Porter shrugged again with a smirk and handed it over to Jared, who threw back the bowl into his mouth and swallowed the rest whole.

“Hey - I think there was a fork still in there,” Porter started, but Jared burped and chuckled at Porter.

“Caught it with my tongue,” Jared replied, placing down the fork.

A moment passed, filled with the sounds of belly gurgles and breathing. Porter broke the silence, “You know those intrusive thoughts - or is it impulsive - whatever it is,”

“I know what you’re saying.”

“Yeah those thoughts - I just had the random urge to put my ear to your belly and hear those gurgles up close,” Porter said with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, was that weird?”

“Yeah, it was weird,” Jared replied, “But why not, go ahead bro,” Jared slapped his gut and it let out a bigger gurgle.

Porter felt committed to the bit now, and leaned in close and put his ear to Jared’s gurgling belly. The stomach reverberated through him, making him shiver slightly. Porter considered the fascinating human stomach, and how it’s basically a big balloon inside us.

“I wonder how much more you could fit inside,” Porter said under his breath, rubbing Jared’s belly, “What else do you have in the kitchen? There’s bound to be something more in this house to satiate you.”

Jared took a deep breath, smelling Jared’s hair and neck, and realized his mouth was beginning to water again, Jared had an impulse himself and leaned forward a little to put his mouth close to Porter’s head, then shook himself out of it, “Food, in the kitchen, yeah, I have some grapes in the fridge I think.”

Porter got up, volunteering to grab the grapes, and glanced back to see Jared’s face looking after him with a hunger in his eyes. Porter thought to pluck some grapes off their vine, but then decided to just bring the entire container to Jared instead. He glanced over at Jared and saw him licking his lips, and was surprised to realize he could hear Jared’s stomach gurgles all the way in the kitchen.

“I’m curious, what’s the most you’ve eaten in one sitting?” Porter asks, as he hands the grapes to Jared, who slows down his intake by having just a few at a time, swallowing the clusters whole.

“One sitting? Hard to guage… probably that buffet…” Jared considered, swallowing another bunch of grapes with a slurping sound.

Porter watched as the lump in Jared’s throat traveled down and landed with a little plopping sound, barely audible over the gurgling. “How many plates did you eat at the buffet?”

“Plates?” Jared replied with a smirk, “Hmm if I had to count, maybe like 150?”

“150 Plates?!” Porter realized he was beginning to show a hard on through his pants, and shifted a bit to hide it. “Man you could probably swallow a whole cart of food and still have room to down a waiter!”

“How did you - what do you mean a waiter?” Jared looked puzzled.

Porter laughed, “Well, yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound like making fun of you, I think it’s cool how much capacity your stomach must have.” Porter realized his heart was racing, “Honestly you could eat me and barely noticed a dent in your gut.”

Jared looked at Porter with a serious expression that melted into a curious smile, “You - you want me to - eat you?” His mouths continued to water, and his heart began racing aswell.

Porter shivered, “No - like - I mean you could, but like - it’s a joke,” Porter replied with more unconvincing laughter. Porter wondered if this was some strange foreplay for sex. Jared wondered if Porter’s hesitation was foreplay for vore. To be safe, Jared shrugged it off.

“I’m just messing with you, bro,” he said, “I mean you do look pretty tasty, don’t get me wrong, but it’s chill, bro,” Jared said looking Porter up and down, rubbing his gut and thinking of the quickest way he could get him down into his gullet.

Porter took a deep breath, looking at Jared’s belly, mesmerized. “If you could, I mean like - do you really think you could eat me? Like swallow me whole?” Porter looked up to Jared’s hungry eyes. “That’s crazy, isn’t it?” Porter asked, beginning to hope it wasn’t crazy at all.

Without even realizing he was doing it, Porter got up and straddled Jared, putting both of his hands to the sides of Jared’s belly, rubbing it, and lifting his shirt up to get a better feel of it. It was a gorgeous belly. He wondered if he could fit in it.

Jared’s stomach gave a particularly loud rumble “Hey, I’m still hungry, those grapes didn’t hit the spot.”

Porter looked up at his eyes and spoke slowly “Well - maybe an extra 250 pounds - of man might do the trick.” He smiled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

“Only one way to find out,” Jared replied, taking his shirt off, and helping Porter begin to strip as well. Porter took a deep breath to slow his anticipatory shaking, leaned down and kissed Jared’s belly. Jared gets up and motions for Porter to sit back on the couch.

Jared took Porter’s feet up and opened his mouth wide, leaning forward over them and swallowing hard. Porter shivered, his feet being tickled by Jared’s tongue, uvula and then tightly squeezed down his throat. Jared swallowed hard again, leaning forward and Porter felt his body lift off the couch momentarily as Jared pulled him deeper.

Jared and Porter shared a look of shock, surprised how easily Porter was sliding down Jared’s gullet. Jared’s shock turned to determination as he grabbed Porter’s sides and shoved them deeper into his mouth. Porter felt Jared’s saliva coating his legs as they were tightly squeezed down his throat. It was like getting deepthroated in the most literal sense.

“Wow you're mouth can really stretch!” Porter said, inbetween heavy breaths and sensual moaning. Jared replied with some mumbled exclamations, and his stomach replied with another large gurgle. The pressure of Jared’s throat let up on Porter’s toes and feet, as they plunged into a mixture of the dinner and grapes they ate before.

“I'm beginning - to think - you might be able - to actually - eat me” Porter breathed out in amixture of sensual elation and panic. His hands grabbed hold of Jared’s belly from the outside, almost subconsciously looking for an anchor to the world outside, as he came to the realization that he was still getting eaten. Jared’s stomach growled in protestation.

“Man, that was so hot - but maybe we should slow down. My legs are already feeling a bit cramped inside, I don't wanna puncture your stomach!” Porter said, his legs squirming around inside Jared’s belly and pushing against the stomach walls, as his hands feel them from the outside.

Jared’s eyes close in pure contentment that you might see on someone breaking their fast. He moans and gulps once again, pulling Porter’s torso into his throat. Porter tried to take a deep breath but couldn't expand his chest with the growing pressure of Jared’s throat. Instead he let’s out a little air in the form of a submissive moan. Jared moaned aswell in some sort of meditative trance, as his gut filled out over his knees. Porter tried jerking his hips and torso to pull Jared to his senses, but that only managed to pull him deeper into Jared’s body faster. 

Jared finally opened his eyes and stared at Porter’s eyes, just inches away from his. They locked eyes for what seemed to be hours. Jared contemplated what to do next, whether to try and let Porter go, or swallow him down like the tasty food he could be. Porter felt mild relief at the pause, but also a bit of disappointment. Even though the prospect of digestion was scary… it was also kind of enticing. Jared still stayed frozen in though, so Porter wriggled a little more.

Jared’s eyes softened almost in a puppy dog fashion, begging for Porter to give in. Porter glared seriously for a moment, then almost smirked with his eyebrows. Why not keep going?

Porter relaxed his body again, allowing gravity to pull him down further. Jared took the opportunity and stood up, letting Porter’s body slump down into his gut with gravity taking over completely. Jared tilted his head back easily, just like he was throwing back a bowl of fried rice. The rest of Porter’s body slid easily down his gullet and filled out his belly. Jared fell back onto the couch with a heavy flop, letting out a roaring belch as he pat his stomach.

“Ooof man, you were delicious, thanks for filling this gut up,” Jared said after a well-deserved deep breath. Porter curled up into a ball, and smelled the mix of aromatic foods, mixed with stomach acid.

“Man this is hot - really hot - but does this mean I’m gonna get - you know - digested?” Porter asked?

Jared stretched out and replied with a yawn “Weeellll,” the word echoed all around Porter, “You are food now…” Jared felt the bumps around his belly where Porter’s body was distending it. Porter felt the stomach walls constrict and relax around him, kneading his body like all the food before him.

“Wow… so you really did eat 150 plates at the buffet,” Porter began, “I thought that was just hyperbole.

“Don’t forget the waiter!” Jared replied.

“Wait, you’ve eaten guys before?”

“Only like two times,” Jared began, “That guy at the buffet caught me in a moment of pure carnal hunger,” Jared continued, reminicing thoughtfully on the most full belly he had ever had, “And well - you know that guy who introduced us? That man covered himself in bean dip and literally asked me to devour him.”

“Wow… that’s kinda hot,” Porter replied.

“I know right? And now you, so that makes three. Willing food is the best. Wish I could eat you over again.” Jared enjoyed the thought of eating Porter again, along with ice cream, a tray of more rice, and began to consider driving to a buffet again and going for round two.

“Well if you let me out… I think I could be persuaded to get back in another time…” Porter said.

“Really?” Jared said curiously.

“Maybe next time, you could just put me in a tub of fried rice instead of eating one after the other…”

“I’m liking your creativity… But for now let’s just enjoy this moment. Let me know when my stomach acid becomes too much for you.”

“Will do,” Porter replied… excited for the prospect of having time to process getting eaten, and make it an even better experience.

Sometimes the type of guy who turns out to be a pred can be surprising. I only ever slept with slim guys, assuming that their appetite couldn’t possibly be large enough to devour another person. But they all have to start somewhere, and it was my turn to become someone’s very first prey.

I was too distracted by how amazing this man’s cock felt inside me to notice the drool that started trickling down his chin. While he continued to fuck me, he turned his head towards one of my legs that was hanging over his shoulders, moaning as his tongue made contact with my bare skin. He licked the whole length down to my foot, which received an even more thorough tasting.

That’s when his new instincts finally kicked in. He suddenly pulled his throbbing member from my hole, grabbing my ankles so that he could pin them together and hold both of my feet directly in front his face. He slowly inserted my toes into his mouth, sucking on them as he pushed my feet to the back of his throat. After his first gulp, I watched my legs disappear into his hungry maw, and realised how naive I was to believe I was safe.

He tilted back his head, his straightened neck allowing my upper body to slide inside him a little easier. Most of me had been completely restrained by the tight grip of his gullet, and any attempt to struggle just seemed to help him swallow me even faster. When I begged him to stop, he reached up and covered my mouth with his hand, silencing my protests so he could enjoy eating me without any disturbance. He pushed down on my head at the same time, shoving me deeper into the warm confines of his stomach.

He strained as he swallowed my arms into his already tight and swollen gut, but with enough perseverance he eventually claimed his entire meal. He never stopped moaning right up to my final moments, overwhelmed by a mixture of discomfort and pleasure while his round, heavy stomach kept him pinned him to the bed. It eventually passed once his superior body had churned mine up into soup, marking the birth of a brand new predator.