It Doesnt Matter The Extents Of Those Requests. Even In Death, Serving Is Of The Utmost Importance. Im

It doesn’t matter the extents of those requests. Even in death, serving is of the utmost importance. I’m sure you were ridiculously delicious

A boy should always be ready and willing to fulfill his duties.

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

Depends if you count getting eaten a cost or a perk

39. 39 men since his 18th birthday had found their way inside that unforgiving stomach of his. He kept track, you have to make an effort to keep track when 38 of those men have since melted; a steady flow of men in, but never out. This poor fellow #39 was a co-worker who was unlucky enough to be on closing alone with him. It wasn’t planned, it just happened, but he wanted #40 to be special. You have any plans . . . ever again?

Take a moment to imagine what it would be like for your predator to be dancing like that with you held inside their tight stomach. With him having such a powerful ass like that, I won’t have to just imagine for long

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 . . .

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