Safehaven2 - Male Vore

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.

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.

How far will you go?

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.

All I wanted was a bit of solo gaming time after work today. But my boyfriend was being particularly clingy today, and did whatever he could to try and grab my attention.

He stood behind my chair and pressing my head back into his squishy belly, which on any other occasion I’d probably have enjoyed. When that didn’t work, he started groping my chest and kissing my neck, which was distracting enough that my character died in-game. In my frustration, I shrugged off my partner’s embrace a little too aggressively, which he was swift to punish. He spun my chair around, smacked the controller out of my hands and stuffed them straight into his mouth.

I didn’t put up any fight against him; I figured letting him swallow me was a fair apology for neglecting him. A few big gulps was all it took to drag my entire body through his throat, sinking into the depths of his ginormous gut. It was spacious enough that I could shift around into a comfortable position, settling in for some extremely intimate quality time. While he sat on the sofa watching his favourite show, he rubbed his bulging belly and persistently asked for me to help him do so.

I eventually caved and started massaging his belly from within, even though I wasn’t a huge fan of the slimy texture of his stomach walls. As much as I loved my partner, I couldn’t deal with the sweltering heat of his body and all the squelching and rumbling going on for very long. I asked him to let me out so I could spend time with him face-to-face, but he didn’t trust me not to shut myself away in my gaming room again.

“Oh please, you barely spend any time with me. You’ll get your freedom in the morning, I want to go to sleep with you nice and close for a change!”

His stomach gurgled in agreement, happy to keep me trapped inside him for as long as he needed.