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chubbyguy26 · 2 days ago

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It was getting close to my birthday, so I decided to pluck up the courage to request a special present from one of my friends. I’ve thought he was hot the whole time I’ve known him, so he was the perfect choice to fulfil one of my biggest fantasies.

“So, you want me to eat you then take a pic afterwards? You’re into some weird stuff bro, but I’ll let it slide. Might actually feel nice being stuffed like that.”

After I’d fully stripped and lay on my bed, he also took off his shirt to reveal his smooth, toned body. I always thought the only thing lacking about him was his flat stomach, so I excited to personally become the thing that would stretch his belly out to a more desirable size. He started at my feet so I could watch the whole process, guiding them carefully to the back of his throat and sucking on them for a few seconds before swallowing.

I could hear him straining as each gulp forced more of my body into the warm, tight grip of his throat. It was quite the challenge I’d set him to consume another man, but he was determined to finish. It was an incredible sight to watch his stomach expanding as my legs slipped inside, and I couldn’t wait to witness the final result.

By the time he reached my waist, I could tell he was starting to enjoy this more and more. Rather than just quickly lathering me up with saliva to help swallow me, his tongue was now slowly caressing my skin as though he was taking the time to savour my taste. The fact our enjoyment was mutual turned me on even more, and I was dying for him to swallow my arms so that I could jerk off and relieve the tension. Annoyingly they were the last thing to be slurped past his lips, my friend letting out a deep sigh while his belly swelled outwards as the full weight of my body settled within.

A few minutes later, something hard hit me in the head as it dropped into his stomach, which turned out to be my phone. As promised, he’d snapped a pic of himself stood in front his bathroom mirror, his big, round, man-filled gut in clear view. It was amazing to see how I’d transformed him, but I was a little annoyed that he swallowed my phone and got it all slimy, so I asked what hell he was thinking. “Well how else are you supposed to see the pic? It’s not like I’m letting you out. Didn’t you hear what I said? The deal wasn’t to just swallow you, it was to EAT you.”

I was naive to have given him complete control over me like this. I thought I could trust him to release me afterwards, but instead I’d foolishly offered myself as a willing meal. I struggled the best I could against his stomach walls, which were slowly tightening around me with each belch that rumbled through his gullet and out of his mouth. He rubbed his erection that had surprisingly grown from the feeling of my movements inside him, a little precum soaking into his sweatpants as he thought about digesting me.

“It’s kinda hot thinking about how my gut’s gonna turn you o to sludge in a few hours. I shouldn’t have called it weird earlier, I think I might like this…”

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chubbyguy26 · 2 days ago

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The Dare

Another commission for another lovely user, hope you all enjoy reading this one! Thank you for commissioning me, your support means a lot

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Digestion, Fatal Vore, Casual Vore, Bulge Play, Belly Teasing, Public Digestion, Pred Prey Dynamics, Taunting, Reluctant Prey, Friends to Food, Intoxicated Vore, Humiliation, Sadistic Pred, Burping, Struggle Play

“Alright, losers, let’s spice this shit up,” Dylan declared, kicking an empty can across the room. “What’s the dumbest thing you’d do for fifty bucks?” His eyes flicked to Corey, sprawled out on the couch with his shirt half off and a glazed look in his eyes.

Corey looked like he hadn’t a clue where he was, let alone what Dylan just asked. Dylan rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Hunter, who was scrolling through his phone, barely giving a shit about the conversation.

“Come on, Hunter, bet you wouldn’t down that entire bottle of hot sauce. I’ll throw in an extra twenty if you don’t puke.”

Hunter snorted, glancing up just long enough to roll his eyes. “Piss off, man. I’m not fucking my guts up for some chump change.”

Dylan shrugged, undeterred. “Alright, fine. What about you, Brad? Bet you wouldn’t jump off the roof into the pool.”

Brad laughed, shaking his head. “Not breaking my neck for your entertainment, asshole.”

That’s when Dylan’s eyes landed on Colby, who had been quietly sipping his beer, clearly trying to stay out of whatever dumb shit Dylan was about to pull. Dylan’s grin widened, and he slapped Colby’s back hard enough to make him choke on his drink.

“How about you, Colby? You’re usually up for anything when you’ve had a few.”

Colby coughed, wiping his mouth as he shot Dylan a wary look. “What stupid shit do you have in mind this time?”

Dylan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. “How about I swallow you whole? Bet you wouldn’t be able to handle being in there. Fifty bucks says you’ll wuss out.”

Colby blinked, caught between thinking this was some kind of joke and the hazy blur of too many beers. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”

Dylan’s smirk widened. “You heard me. I mean, look at you. You’ve always been kinda small, right? Bet you’d slide down real easy. No guts, no glory, huh?”

The other guys hooted and hollered, egging Colby on as he stared at Dylan, half in disbelief and half in something else—a fucked-up mix of curiosity and whatever liquid courage he’d chugged down. Colby’s cheeks flushed, either from the booze or the sudden spotlight Dylan had just thrown on him.

“Dude, you’re outta your mind,” Colby scoffed, trying to laugh it off. “That’s some freaky-ass shit.”

“Aw, come on,” Dylan taunted, leaning back with his arms behind his head like he’d already won. “What’s the matter? Too chicken? Don’t worry, I won’t even digest you… this time.”

The room erupted in laughter, the jeers and catcalls bouncing off the walls, making Colby feel like he was shrinking even further into the worn-out cushions of the couch. Dylan was loving every second of it, the way Colby squirmed under the scrutiny, trying to figure out if Dylan was serious or just fucking with him like always.

Colby glanced around at the expectant faces, his friends all watching, waiting. The heat of their attention made his skin itch, his nerves buzzing with the need to prove them wrong. Dylan’s smirk was still plastered on his face, that arrogant look that made Colby’s blood boil, daring him to do something about it.

Colby set his beer down with a thud, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to spilling. “Fuck it,” he muttered, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. “You’re on, asshole. But if you fucking digest me, I swear to God, I’m haunting your ass.”

Dylan laughed, deep and loud, clapping his hands together like he’d just scored the winning touchdown. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. Get ready, ‘cause once you’re in, there’s no going back.”

He cracked his neck and rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling with the kind of excitement that made Colby’s stomach flip. Without another word, Dylan grabbed Colby by the shirt, yanking him closer and giving him a once-over like he was sizing up his next meal.

“Hope you’re flexible,” Dylan said, half-joking, half-serious as he popped his jaw, opening his mouth wide. “You’re about to find out what it’s like to be lunch.”

Colby’s heart pounded in his chest, the reality of the situation sinking in as he felt the heat of Dylan’s breath wash over him. He could see the slick, wet darkness of Dylan’s throat, the muscles flexing in anticipation. It was fucked up. It was insane. But with all eyes on him and Dylan’s grip like a vice on his shirt, Colby didn’t see any way out of this without looking like a total bitch.

With one last, shaky breath, Colby braced himself, closing his eyes as Dylan’s mouth stretched impossibly wide, the wet, slick heat of it already pulling him in.

“Bon appétit, bitch,” Dylan mumbled around him, the sound muffled and warped as he took the first gulp, Colby’s head slipping past his lips and into the tight, constricting tunnel of his throat.

Colby’s protests were cut short as Dylan’s throat muscles clamped down, dragging him further into the darkness. He could feel the squeeze around his shoulders, the slick walls pressing in on all sides. His muffled curses were lost in the gurgle and groan of Dylan’s gut preparing to make room for him.

“Holy shit, dude, he’s actually doing it,” Brad laughed, watching in disbelief as Dylan’s throat bulged with Colby’s form, his belly already starting to swell as more of Colby was swallowed down.

Dylan just grunted, his focus on the task at hand, every swallow pulling more of Colby into the tight confines of his expanding gut. He could feel Colby squirming, the occasional kick or push against the walls of his throat, but Dylan just grinned around his meal, taking his time, enjoying every second of Colby’s reluctant descent.

Colby tried to shout, to tell Dylan this was enough, but every attempt was drowned out by the wet, relentless pull of Dylan’s throat. The tightness around him grew more oppressive, the air growing thinner as Dylan’s grip on his waist tightened, shoving him further down.

“Fuck, man, this is... this is nuts,” Colby gasped, his voice barely audible as his chest was squeezed tight, his head now fully lodged in the cavern of Dylan’s stomach.

Dylan paused, panting slightly, his tongue flicking over his lips as he glanced down at the bulge in his gut. He rubbed a hand over the swollen mass, chuckling as he felt Colby’s movements slow, the reality of his situation sinking in.

“See, told you I could do it,” Dylan said, a little breathless but still smug as hell. “Guess you’re stuck with me now, huh?”

Colby’s muffled response was lost, but Dylan didn’t care. He let out a deep belch, the sound echoing in the small room and drawing more laughter from the guys around him.

“Damn, bro, you taste even better than you look,” Dylan teased, giving his belly a satisfied pat as he leaned back, basking in the attention and the feel of Colby squirming inside him.

The night was still young, and with Colby tucked away in Dylan’s gut, it looked like things were just getting started.

Dylan leaned back on the couch, his belly swollen and tight, Colby squirming visibly inside. He grinned, running his hand over the rounded curve of his gut as his friends watched, half in awe and half in disbelief. Brad, Hunter, and Corey were all gathered around, beers in hand, leaning in close to get a better look at the human-sized meal Dylan had just swallowed whole.

"Fuck, man, you really did it," Hunter said, shaking his head with a laugh. He leaned down, pressing his ear against Dylan’s bloated stomach, listening to the muffled, frantic noises coming from within. “Holy shit, dude, I can hear him in there. He’s freaking out.”

Dylan burped loudly, patting his gut as it gurgled loudly in response. "Yeah, he’s not loving it too much," Dylan said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "But hey, a bet’s a bet, right? Colby knew what he was signing up for."

Inside, Colby was struggling, his arms and legs pushing uselessly against the walls of Dylan’s stomach. The tight, humid space squeezed him from all sides, every movement met with the relentless churn of digestive juices starting to bubble up around him. He could feel the heat rising, the stinging burn of acid nipping at his skin, but his screams were drowned out by the thick, sloshing noise of Dylan’s gut getting to work.

"Bro, you gotta let me out! This shit ain’t funny anymore!" Colby’s muffled voice echoed from inside, barely audible but panicked, his words broken up by gasps as the air grew thinner and the pressure around him increased.

Dylan just laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made his gut ripple. "Nah, man, you’re staying put. We got a long night ahead of us, and I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make it a real good time." He drummed his fingers on his belly, feeling Colby’s struggles intensify with every mocking pat.

Brad, ever the instigator, leaned in closer, tapping on Dylan’s gut like it was a bongo drum. “Yo, Colby, how’s the view in there?” he called, laughing when the only response was a muffled yell and a frantic kick that made Dylan burp again.

“Jesus, that’s fucking wild,” Corey said, taking a swig of his beer and shaking his head. “What’s it feel like, Dyl? Dude kicking around in there like he’s trying to get out?”

Dylan shrugged, leaning back with a cocky grin. “Feels kinda good, actually. Like a nice belly rub, just on the inside. Plus, dude’s got some fight in him—keeps things interesting, you know?”

Hunter pressed his hand against the side of Dylan’s belly, feeling the vibrations of Colby’s muffled screams. “Shit, man, I can feel him shouting! That’s insane.” He laughed, pulling back and giving Dylan a light shove. “You’re fucking twisted, dude.”

Dylan just smirked, giving his gut another pat. “Nah, he’s fine. Just giving him the full experience. He wanted to know what it’s like, right? Well, this is it. No turning back now.”

Colby’s struggles grew more desperate, his fists slamming against the slick, fleshy walls, but it was like trying to punch through quicksand. The heat was overwhelming, the acid burning at his skin, and every gulp of air he managed to take was heavy with the sickly-sweet stench of Dylan’s stomach.

“Let me out, you prick!” Colby screamed, his voice cracking as the acids started to rise, creeping up his chest and stinging his throat. But Dylan only burped again, louder this time, a deep, satisfied rumble that shook Colby to his core.

Brad slapped Dylan’s gut playfully, grinning as he felt the resistance from within. “How long you think he’s got in there before he’s just soup?”

Dylan shrugged, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Couple hours, maybe? I dunno, depends on how hard he fights it. But hey, I’m in no rush. Got all night to let him stew.”

Hunter leaned in close, putting his ear against Dylan’s belly again, listening intently. “Dude, he’s still going at it. Bet he thought he’d be out by now, huh?”

Dylan chuckled, giving his gut a squeeze. “Yeah, well, guess he didn’t realize just how serious I was. Should’ve known better than to take me up on that dare.”

The room was filled with laughter, the guys all taking turns poking and prodding at Dylan’s belly, teasing Colby as he writhed and squirmed inside, his muffled screams growing weaker by the minute. Dylan relished every second of it, the way his friends were eating it up, the feel of Colby’s futile resistance slowly fading.

As the hours dragged on, Dylan’s gut began to settle, the frantic movements within slowing to a sluggish, tired squirm. The room had grown quieter, the initial shock and excitement giving way to a more subdued atmosphere as the reality of Colby’s situation set in. Dylan’s stomach continued its relentless work, the gurgling sounds deepening as the acids took hold, breaking down their meal in slow, merciless increments.

Colby’s voice was barely a whisper now, a faint, trembling plea that barely registered above the churning noise. “Please… let me out…” But Dylan only sighed, a look of bored indifference crossing his face as he gave his gut one last pat.

“Sorry, Colbs, but this is the end of the line,” Dylan said, his tone casual, almost dismissive. “Should’ve known better than to play this game with me. You’re in too deep now.”

He leaned back, closing his eyes as he let his body relax, the weight of Colby inside him a comforting pressure that made him feel full and satisfied. Brad, Hunter, and Corey watched, a mix of fascination and horror on their faces as they listened to the last, fading sounds of Colby’s struggle.

Dylan let out a long, slow burp, the taste of beer and pizza mingling with the faint hint of Colby’s essence, a final reminder of the poor guy’s fate. He smirked, rubbing his belly as the last of Colby’s movements ceased, the once frantic squirming now reduced to a sluggish, defeated gurgle.

“Guess he finally gave up,” Dylan muttered, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. “Gotta admit, he lasted longer than I thought he would. Props to him.”

Hunter nodded, raising his beer in a mock toast. “To Colby, the dumbass who dared to be dinner.”

Brad and Corey joined in, clinking their cans with Hunter’s, laughter bubbling up again as they celebrated their friend’s fucked-up victory. Dylan just chuckled, savoring the lingering warmth in his gut, the knowledge that he’d won, that Colby was now just another meal, digesting away inside him.

“Rest in pieces, buddy,” Dylan said, his voice soft, almost fond as he gave his belly one last, affectionate rub. “You were a hell of a dare.”

And with that, he leaned back, letting the night carry on around him, the laughter of his friends mingling with the steady, rhythmic churn of his gut as it went to work, turning Colby from friend to fodder in the span of a single, unforgettable evening.

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