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Is it just me or does it seem like while most oral preds legitimately try to hide their abilities until the right moment to strike, anal preds try to show it off, obnoxious pretending to not be dropping hints while luring guys who are discretely into it. It’s honestly usually pretty hilarious to me.
Joseph Abdin
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
Well that’s enough talk, just a slip of the waistband and it’s off to Neverland for you
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.
If that guy walking by is annoyed now, how’s he gonna feel when he’s sliding up that guy’s ass never to be released again.
Just another Physics Lecture
"How do you find the cumulative force with two coplanar but noncollinear forces acting on the same point?"
A hand shot up from the back row.
“Yes?”
“I would make a triangle using the tip to tail method.”
“Care to demonstrate, Derek?”
The student sprung from his seat. Reilly, the resident twink, was clearly entranced by Derek’s trademark ass, jiggling as he bounded down the stairs. I had to admit his infamous derriere didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I knew how to keep things professional. Besides, him swaggering around, shoving his massive domed belly in people’s faces as though he were a star quarterback was a near instant turn off for me. In quiet he was a joke on campus for this reason. Save a few, like Reilly, his fraternity allure faded the second he left Greek row to mingle with the unimpressed engineering students. Nevertheless, we all gave him the attention he so craved, not for his self-proclaimed charisma, but rather for his other abilities.
Arriving at the front board he turned to show off his belly to the Lecture Hall, or rather lack thereof. Eyes grew wide across the room; he was empty! Had Robin really “gone missing” that long ago? I mean, I guess it could’ve been weeks ago, but it didn’t really matter, it was too late for him. The real question was, who is going to be next?
As he returned to his seat, I realized his master plan. Sitting right next to the door, he watched over the hall like a hawk. This was a classic strategy on campus. Predators would perch themselves at the doors of the longest and busiest lectures at our all male school and wait for an unlucky student to leave and enter a secluded space like the restrooms where they could swoop in and claim their meal. If that didn’t work they’d follow someone out of the lecture and pick them off once they left the crowd. Leaving with a group of friends was usually a deterrent. Not that someone as brazen as Derek would mind an audience, but rather there was at least a loose hope that someone in your group of friends would be able to free you from the greedy jaws of doom. Unfortunately for me, sitting not even a quarter way through a 3 hour long lecture, I had to relieve myself badly.
I keep looking back at the door, frantically checking to see him still staring as if daring someone to go out alone. At risk of wetting myself, I sat patiently until finally Hasan rose to the exit doors opposite from where Derek was rubbing his empty stomach. Certainly this was a fatal mistake that would at least let me go in peace once Derek returned with a Hasan sized belly. But he didn’t budge. Was Derek not hungry?
Hasan returned safely to his seat some five minutes later all while Derek remained unmoved. I waited for another student to take his leave, just in case, and quickly scurried out after him. Reaching the restroom I soon found myself alone. My classmate had gone somewhere else. Before I could do my business, I heard someone coming down the hall. The footsteps felt too light to be Derek or Steven, the other notorious predator likely to strike. Juan, the third and final predator in that lecture of 80 had not even started processing his prey he sweet talked into taking the ravenous water slide the night prior. But not wanting to take chances, I scampered to the stall and crouched atop the toilet seat not to be seen. But alas, I hear harmless Kyle mumbling to himself so I jump down from my perch. Leaving the stall and rounding the corner to the sink area I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Derek staggering in.
“S’up Kyle”
Derek was menacing even if he wasn’t trying to be,
“Hey man, I was just heading back to lect–”
“C’mon, tell me how you’ve been”
“I better get back to class”
Kyle’s responses continue growing more and more uneasy,
“What’s the rush? Afterall, you’ll have nothing to do from now on”
Derek says maniacally while pulling the back of his black shorts down to free his billowing ass.
Kyle takes this as his cue, not wasting a moment to muster all his strength to sock the aggressor in his growling abdomen, bringing the feared devourer of men almost to his knees. Trailed behind by a clearly disoriented Derek, Kyle sprinted out the building as fast as his legs could carry him.
“You can’t escape me, Kyle!”
He screamed. Seeing this as my opportunity to escape being Kyle’s substitute, I try to take my leave but am stopped in the doorway by an angrier and hungrier Derek.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Back to lecture.”
“Good guess, let me give you a hint.”
He says, pulling off his shirt to reveal his very sweaty and only slightly pudgy torso.
“But you can’t let Kyle get away like that.”
“I don’t intend to, but Kyle will have to wait because my hunger does not.”
The warm feeling of his breath on my forehead begins to induce a panic.
“Please don’t eat me, I’ll do anything you want!”
“Then let me shove you up my ass! That’s all I want from you. Look,”
He grabs my shoulders and starts leading me as his tone suddenly changes from threatening to gingerly,
“I don’t mean to impede on your plans so I respect the same courtesy. You came here to pee and then swiftly return to class and I’ll graciously accommodate that. Just do what you were gonna do, wash your hands and then I’ll escort you back to the lecture hall. Heck, I’ll carry you around all week!”
I reach the urinal and feel his hands slip off my shoulders and down to my hips. Without a chance for me to react he removes my belt and ties it tightly around my knees. His warm breath creeps down my neck as my pants fall to the new position of the belt. I feel a pressure against my back. I can’t think. I don’t want to know what that is, I can’t know. I stand frozen desperately praying for a miracle as I stand between a wall and a hard place.
After what feels like hours, the silence is broken by someone yelling.
“Derek, what the fuck are you doing in here!? Using class time to sexually assault a classmate!?”
I immediately recognize the voice as Frederico, our Calculus TA. Feeling both the physical and metaphorical pressure lifted off my back I turn to face the graduate student. I was so relieved that I had forgotten my legs were tied together and promptly fell on the floor.
“Oh my God! Let me get you freed.”
I try to scream but I struggle to make a sound, as he bends down and undoes the belt.
“Frederico”
Is all I’m able to murmur, allowing him just enough time to look up and see Derek’s cheeks descend upon him. Before he could even react, his head had been completely engulfed. His hands shot out to feel where his head would be, but rested short against the 2nd year’s muscles he now knew would seal his fate. After initial shock and panic, he went limp. Knowing full well that struggling at this point it was too futile to be worth attempting, he tried to find some peace as he was slowly delivered to his final destination, all the while Derek moaned with immense pleasure. I couldn’t move, staring in horror as my tutor of three semesters slowly disappeared. Completely disassociated, I didn’t recognize this was even real life until one big toe was all that remained and Derek’s abdomen was adorned with a yoga ball sized mass of flesh.
He burped and chuckled a little to himself as he helped me off the ground.
“Funny, I guess we both ended up getting what we wanted in the end.”
I was too dumbfounded to answer. Pulling up his pants he waddled out, giving a nod with his backwards cap as he left the restroom.
“See you around, snack”
Putting on my clothes I returned to my seat.
“What happened, you alright” my lab partner asked
“I’ll tell you later, I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“Shout out a property of gravity, class”
“The factor of mass”
I hear an all too familiar voice from the back yell out.
“What do you mean by that?”
“The more massive an object, the bigger the pull.”
The class erupts in murmurs as he leaves his seat to parade his new addition.
“You see for instance I’m pretty massive, so my pull is stronger than most can resist.”
“But, the further the object, the weaker the pull.”
Eli from the second row retorts.
“Oh, delicious little Eli, I’ll always be close.”
The class murmurs turn into all out yelling
“CLASS! Please, let’s just get on with the lecture.”
Poor Eli would follow in Frederico’s footsteps in the restroom next to calculus class just over 3 weeks later.
Somehow I survived Physics with a B as it seemed Derek somehow forgot about the experience which haunted me every night.
As for Kyle, his fabled escape had saved him from Derek and made him a local legend. Unfortunately, just 8 days later fate led him to an almost empty social lounge where Steven’s belly claimed him for itself. College was no friend to the unfortunate.
In that case why not come a little closer. A bit closer than that, don’t worry you can touch it. Yeah, that’s right. Pull that down while you’re at it. Yeah, that’s it. Go ahead, enjoy it. Caress it, lick it, whatever you want, I want you to savor it, yes. Why not feel between? Yeah, that’s feeling great. Your hand is stuck? Good. Stop freaking out, a lot more than your hand’s gonna be stuck in a moment. Yes, that’s right, in you go. Hope you’re enjoy my ass ‘cause it sure is enjoying you. I forgot to tell you, more nice butt equals no more of you. Thanks for your donation, sir. Even if you won’t see it, hundreds of guys will be grateful before they too help the cause. Beautiful cycle isn’t it. Welp, sweet dreams; enjoy the rest of your life inside my ass!
I know I’m not done digesting James yet, but I think I have some room for you. Please stop freaking out. Calm down, I know you want to live, but it’s super selfish of you to not join James in his final hours; he’s lonely and I thought you was his friend. Don’t think of it as doing it for me, do it for poor James. He didn’t have a choice when I shoved him up my ass and if you don’t make the right decision in the next 60 seconds neither will you.
I think we know what he disappeared between
He hadn’t even finished pulling up his pants from devouring the last guy, but the handsome stranger across the way caught his attention. He knew this was crazy, how could he already be hungry with his last meal being a free man just 5 minutes prior. He didn’t care about the calories, he just needed a taste, but men seldom enjoy being tasted, so he might as well finish him off. Would he even fit? He’d never had two at the same time, but maybe this could be a chance to try. One up the ass, the other down the throat, it’s like a whole different experience. Who knows maybe this guy will be an easy target; who expects a man to be hunting again that quickly anyways.
Plotting my escape . . .
Look at all those calories! Some might be intimidated by a guy like this, but if he’s not a pred, what’s the danger? Sure it’s a long shot, but that reward; simply mouthwatering. Imagine feeling all of that sliding up your ass, the pleasure alone would be worth it, but with all that meat, he’ll tide me over for a month or more! What’s the risk? Worst happens is he gets away, no different than if I never tried at all. Almost hoping he does weasel out so I could use him as a human dildo over again, but ultimately the calories places that plan firmly in the “Plan B” category.
Taking a moment to catch his breath again as his cheeks touch the floor and the last of Thomas had quite literally been shoved inside, James couldn’t tell if he was more so out of breath from the strenuous nature of shoving a man larger than himself up inside his ass or from the ecstasy of doing the same. It was all pretty great, but this first moment after getting him all the way inside, well that’s what James lived for, and thusly what Thomas must die for.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Some preds hunt, others attract.
An honest gymnastic accident. I like the sound of that. Hey bro, thanks for the alibi. Just keep telling everyone your little tale or you might just be my next “gymnastic accident”. I don’t know that letting him out is necessarily obvious though. I mean getting disqualified from one little competition early on that isn’t even a qualifier, hardly seems to outweigh having this man squirming in me. You know, I think other gymnasts might feel the best. What other guys are both as muscular and as flexible. Damn that feels good, keep squirming, bud, keep squirming.
“A picture is worth a thousand words”
A phrase that is so often quoted to the point it is considered a cliche. A cliche perhaps not only by its frequency of use, but also by how obvious it may seem. This photo above seems to portray that so much stronger though.
The image contains a tangible sense of dread. The subject, a young Henry, staring at the entrance to the abyss that will soon capture him. Taken just hours before his death, there’s a sense of despair as he gazes upon what will soon steal his freedom in just mere minutes. The composition, particularly the relationship between Henry and the faceless ass that will consume him are framed in such a way I probably did not even have to reveal Henry’s fate, it was already so clearly foreshadowed. A melancholy sorrow permeates on his face, not that of fear, but loss. He seems less concerned about the horrors he knows to be awaiting him just behind those cheeks and more so grieving all that he will be leaving behind in the world before passing through that one way gate to his demise. It is in this moment he accepts his own mortality, depressed by this revelation, but not afraid. An accepting glare that acknowledges his hesitance and his loss while also acknowledging the inevitability as he prepares to enter the faceless figure to be processed into mere compounds.
There is nothing that can ever prepare you for the sensation of a man sliding up your ass
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Do I even want to know how many guys disappeared between those?
Distraction can be deadly.
You had met Charlie earlier that day at the hotel pool and hit it off immediately. Wasting no time, you two spent the morning having the fling of a lifetime before returning to the pool. This wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but that chemistry was undeniable. Naturally, when you found out you lived just 25 miles away from each other, you realized this didn’t have to be the vacation affair you both intended. Neither one of you were looking for more than a hot body, but this was deeper, even by accident. You needed more of him. You found yourself craving his personality way more than his physicality. Sure it may have only been six hours, but it felt like six months. It might be crazy, but there could be a future with this man. Bending over the pool wall, looking into your eyes; it felt like you two were the only men in the world.
But then cruel reality set in. You hadn’t realized at first that there was someone else in the pool, actually several guys, a fact you became acutely aware of when he started slipping. In a moment your perfect world was shattered as you see your lover’s legs disappear into some muscle hunk’s ass. Desperately trying to hold on as you watch in horror as his terrified face gets engulfed between two round muscular cheeks. You hold on even as it becomes futile. Your potential future, just a pair of hands before you have no choice but to let go or join the same fate. You consider going for a second, but ultimately decide it’s not worth throwing away your life for a six hour boyfriend. To the predator’s credit, he apologizes, but you understand, a man’s gotta eat. Just unfortunate to sit and think of what might’ve been, as you lay on the pool chair feeling the last movements of Charlie inside of a tight gut.
Afternoon stretch