Slowly Sliding Into The Fleshy Cavern From Which He Knows Hell Never Escape, He Cant Help Do Anything

Slowly sliding into the fleshy cavern from which he knows he’ll never escape, he can’t help do anything but just stare up at the ceiling thinking to himself about what his life had been up until this point. He’s not past the point of no return; he can fight this and escape, but what’s the point. This was inevitable. It’s better to be slowly taken inside his voracious friend’s throat than to live in fear of this fate. At complete peace with the world before he leaves it behind and it all goes black. Yes, peace at last

Thanks for the permission. You see, what you probably don’t realize is that my thing will end all of your things, but if you insist, come closer, take a seat and relax as my ass descends upon your head and slowly envelops your body.

As he stands up to approach you his smile widens to unnatural lengths. You realize a bit too late what he thought you meant by wanting to “join” him

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.

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

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 . . .