Please Tell Me Hes On The Menu!

Please tell me he’s on the menu!

I know the whole, "that's were you're going" trope is overplayed, but c'mon dude, you know you won't escape, so you might as well just play nice and get in my bro's stomach or we're gonna have some problems. Regardless of what you say or do, as cliche as it is, no matter what, that's where you're going to be before the last rays of the sun set over that horizon, so deal with it and consider it the honor that it is to be my stud's dinner.

What? You think ass preds are born like that? You know how hard it is to suck a full grown man up your butt!? It takes months of training to build the muscles required to take someone in the back door, but trust me, every drop of sweat is worth it!

I find it hilarious how predators will complain and act like such a victim over minor inconveniences like this when there’s a man inside there with hopes and dreams and a family he’s never gonna see again getting literally melted by you

he was struggling to pull the shirt back over his swollen, hairy ball-gut after dinner… he ate so much he turned his t-shirt into a crop top🫃🏻

🍽️before and after Olive Garden photos on the grom🖇️

A look into the mirror through his phone the poor man suddenly realized this would be his last photo

Feeder goals

The moment that this poor dude realizes why he’s there, what’s going to happen to him and most importantly how inevitable it is. Freedom is just feet away through that open door, but he doesn’t budge, accepting his fate with solemn dignity.