Now Thats What I Call Livestock; Ill Be Enjoying Prime Meat Tonight!

Now that’s what I call livestock; I’ll be enjoying prime meat tonight!

He gives the expression, “Farm to Table” a new meaning

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

You know what needs to be done, seal his fate and claim your ultimate victory.

He’s not your friend, he’s your competition

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

That’s a dangerous game, but hey man to each their own. Enjoy your digestion!

Whose mouth will you make water today?

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

Hope you he was real curious because he’s gonna get really intimate with that gut. What was meant to just be a few fingertips grazing the outside wound up his entire body compacted on the inside. Just goes to show again once and for all, a full predator is not safe

It had started out all fun and games, but true to his character he got carried away again and with one final quick gulp Dylan sealed his lover’s fate; together forever afterall it seems.

When taking such a high price as a human life you’ve got to work hard to make that worth it. Marcelo here is a prime example of that, using vore gains to build a temple out of himself. I mean just look at him! Those thighs alone when paired with his face, I can’t say no. I mean just look at him. Almost every one of my urges wants to go inside him. I say almost because I’m drooling first and foremost, but I know deep down there’s no way I could possibly dominate such an apex. I might try though, either a miracle occurs and I get the best meal of my life or I get my other goal of being his meal after a valiant struggle. He’s so perfect I wouldn’t want to digest him, just keep him tightly wrapped in my stomach for all times, though I don’t know if he’d extend the same courtesy to me. What if we started dating and I could slip in and out of his stomach infinite times? That would be heaven. But as I daydream, he gets up and starts approaching me. “You seem lost in thought. What’s on your mind?” “Hey, Marcelo . . .