Seeing Your Best Friend Get Eaten In A Vore Competition And Theres Nothing You Can Do But Watch

Seeing your best friend get eaten in a Vore competition and there’s nothing you can do but watch

You had thought you’d regret giving him a second chance, but washing up you convinced yourself those fears were overblown. Tonight he had behaved himself like a perfect gentleman, putting courtesy and chivalry in place of his usual toxic competitiveness. It finally happened, you thought, he was a changed man. Why he even ordered just a personal pan, when he usually would’ve gotten three family sized and turned the date into an eating contest.

You dry off and return to the table, when

OH MY GOD!?

“What?”

“What did you do?”

“I’m just enjoying my meal, very filling.”

“Knock that stupid smile off your face, that’s gotta be a deadly sin!”

“Not once at University of Notre Dame did they mention the commandment that ‘thou must not eat thine hunk pizza waiter’”

“What about Murder!?”

“Someone’s jealous they won’t get to settle in my belly for another 3 weeks”

He looks off, as you reach his waist. You feel a little bad about it, to be 100% honest. Yes, you are hungry; yes, he looks so tasty; and yes, you’ve done this easily a hundred times before without batting an eye, but this is different. He is so calm, so at peace with his situation. It’s not like normal. There’s no feeble pleads, no desperate struggles, no anger and not so much as a twinge of fear. Every other time it was this grand struggle where you had to triumph in this game of cat and mouse, but not now. He just looks out, savoring his last sunset, or more accurately what would’ve been his last sunset. Despite all of the fights against you, not once did you not conquer your meal, but this time you do something unprecedented. You slowly guide him back out and let him go. He only has one life, but you’ll have other meals.

#srb

Welp folks, I just pulled a major oof. Usually I think that I have a pretty good control over my hunger. Yes, I indulge, but I’m usually pretty smart about it. Today while mountain biking though, I slipped. Maybe it was because of me forgetting breakfast or not bringing any snacks or something about bicycle shorts that make guys look more appetizing. Due to probably all three compounded I pounced on this guy looking at the map. He was probably only 20 or 21, average height with the average build of a guy who works out, but doesn’t prioritize it too much. We had a little small talk and he seemed nice enough, though that didn’t apparently seem to matter. Without thinking, I got off my bike, walked over and shoved my open mouth over his brown hair. Now what? I was almost out of steam to begin with, but now I’m carrying a 150 lbs man on top of that. I really could’ve planned this out better. I thought of letting him out and getting someone by my car, but I run the risk of him also being a Pred. I got him from the back. He didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. It would be hard to fend him off and even though I’d be saving his life, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about me trying to steal it in the first place. Oh well, gotta start heading back sometime. It’s only about a mile and I’ve gone farther full when walking, just wish it wasn’t so bumpy.

I don’t know if I’ve ever had someone this excited to eat them. I mean usually there’s a struggle, or at the very least it takes a lot of convincing, but here this guy’s acting like I’m some selfless hero. I’d love to bring him back up and do this a few times, but he insists on full digestion.

"Chill lil broski. You're safe now. Those guys ain't gonna pick a fight with me to get to you." Daniel stirred a little less frantically, letting Lucas' voice calm him. "Can... can you take me somewhere safe to be let you?" Daniel cooed, feeling safe in this big strong man's stomach.

"Let you out? Ohhh... you think I'm going to take you somewhere safe.. guess that isn't entirely false. My arms and pecs are safe. No one hardly picks a fight with me, haha. Sorry lil guy if you thought you'd be coming out. Bud, you'll be safest as a part of me. Just relax and let big Lucas take care of you."