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[latenightvore]

If there is a clone machine, would you use it on your preys to make multiple of them and you can eat all of them?

You would have 12 courses of dishes.

Hmm, I wonder if you would use it on me?

Oh 100%. Clone my prey first and eat the clone no hesitation. What the original watch and see what it looks like when they get eaten. Have them rub my belly so they can hear themselves squirm and digest in real time. Let them think because they’re the original, they’re completely safe as long as I can keep glutting on their clones.

But if they weren’t that tasty, entertaining, or all that fattening, then they can experience what their cloned did. there’d be no point in using the machine constantly on someone who wasn’t worth having multiples of around.

But if you’re worth cloning, how long until I mistake you for one of your clones? Treated as just unimportant cheap fodder for filling me up, not even an ounce of remorse over eating you. I mean, why would I? I can have as many of you as I want whenever I want.

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Oh, I'm sorry, my hungry predator. I forgot to buy you the food you asked me for. But please don't eat me. I don't want to be eaten and digested. Maybe you'll take me out when you find something else to eat?

Well maybe you should have thought about that before coming to me empty handed. You know how I eat, and what I eat. If you don’t have anything for me then you’ll just have to do instead. And when I do find something else later, I’m sure you, or rather what’s left of you, can keep him company until you’re both digested down to nothing.

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Hello Sir, I have another question to ask you.

If you have a choice, would you want to become a werewolf or stay as a human?

Won't it be easy to be a werewolf since they have a great scent smelling nose that can smell a prey and their delicious scents that are a couple of miles away from you and you can hear them and their movement too. You can hunt them down and eat them up easily like you shove them into your mouth that can open wide open and taste them with your werewolf tongue that is very sensitive to enjoy the taste of your prey and then feel them going down into your stomach that can now hold 20-30 prey.

But something tells me that being human can do similar things as a werewolf can do though.

So I am guessing that you are going to explain to me the difference and the similarities of werewolves and humans that eat prey including your answer to my question, huh? 🤔😅

Nah. I’m already a werebear who can do all that

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Do you only hunt for you prey or do you like willing meals? I already know you digest everyone you devour but do you like for it to hurt them?

I can’t help but ask because recently every last one of your post has excited me to no end. I’m pretty much 7 foot and 260 pounds yet all I want is to slide down you gullet into that beautiful and fatal stomach.

Can I hunt? Yes. Do I need to anymore? Not at all. Just a look at this page. You’re all throwing yourselves at me, begging in photos of digested guys to be next. Wanting to rub my belly as you wait in line for your turns to be churned. Telling me just how big a meal you would be as if there’s going to be a time when I say no. I don’t need to hunt anymore because I’m being worshiped and adored by more than enough prey boys like you to last me a long while. Plus the less work I have to put in to hunt for a meal, means I get to remain even bigger since there’s no reason to work off the last one. 100% mass gains right to my stomach. And you’re no exception.

[latenightvore]

what’s your take on tasting prey?

of course there’s definitely the urge to cram down all the delicious prey you can, but have you ever just wanted to pin one down and run your thick tongue all over their quivering frame; really get a thorough and greedy lick before you decide the make em lunch?

( totally not asking because that’s how I wanna get gobbled haha )

Why wouldn’t I want to taste my prey? Sure if I’m out and see something tasty it’s a lot easier to just gulp them down as quick as possible, but given the chance to have them alone and unable to run, I’m savoring it.

You can taste how they really feel about it in the sweat. The scared, unwilling ones are a bit more sour. It’s like their body is biologically reacting to try to make them seem as unappetizing as it can. It doesn’t work, but it’s an interesting result.

Now the willing ones come in two variations. There’s fully willing and horny about it, and willing, but still nervous or apprehensive. The fully willing ones are a bit of a salty sweet. They want it, and they’re overflowing with hormones just from the thought of what’s going to happen to them.

The apprehensive ones, and the ones that change their minds are my personal favorites. They don’t even realize I can tell how they’re actually feeling as I run my tongue up their neck. I can feel their heart rate spiking their pulse against my tongue. And the taste? It’s everything mixed together. They’re usually excited at first, blinded by hormones, and trying not to think about the end result as much. Or maybe it’s all just kink play and nothing is actually going to happen. They change tastes so much through the whole process, but inevitably grow more and more, what can only be described as savory, as it goes on. Their peak taste is once they climax and the clarity kicks in. They taste the best once they sink into realization or regret. Once they realize it’s all real, or it’s too late for them to even try to fight back, or even just having that post nut clarity. The moment they realize they’re giving up everything just for those few moments of enjoyment that have already ended is when they taste the best. That’s the flavor I live for.

[latenightvore]

Hmmm, Sir. I just thought of something.

What if I become a police officer who has been hunting down the pred man who makes prey men disappear for months before I noticed a pattern that could lead me to you.

So I went undercover as prey men even though I already am and the police department tried to deny my request but I won't listen since this is personal for me because my ex boyfriend who was a prey is gone because this person (you) who makes prey men disappear and we were going to get back together and maybe have our own pred boyfriend who won't eat us until all three of us are ready with it.

But sadly, it won't happen so that is why I am hunting you down.

So I start making a profile for myself on the dating website to try to get your attention on me somehow and it works.

You and I decide to meet in person to go on a date together so I drove over to your home place to meet you at this cute cafe where we were getting to know each other.

You probably didn't know that I am an undercover cop or maybe you did?...

And I didn't know that you probably already know that I am an undercover cop since you probably got a tip or heard rumors that I am coming after you.

A few hours later, you are taking me back to your place to make this date get very interesting. But I know that you are taking me back to somewhere to be eaten by you so I decide to be ready to wrestle you down and put my cuffs on you and then take you to jail.

But unfortunately, I don't know what is going to happen next so why don't you finish this, sir?

What are you going to do with an undercover prey cop (Me) that is hunting you down and going to take you to jail but we both know that you are going to eat him~ Hehehe. XD

Must be one hell of a detective then because I'm usually pretty good about covering my tracks for the few days after a meal if they seem like they're going to cause me problems like that after. But with that said, it isn't the first time I've had someone sniffing around when they shouldn't be, looking for someone that's long gone and long digested. as long as i didn't keep any trophies or memorabilia, closest thing there is to proof they were there is extra fat on my belly, and by that point they're long past identifiable.

If you decide you needed to get that close to make sure your suspicions were correct, then unfortunately for you I'll confirm them in the truest of ways, by showing you the exact same last sight they had; my mouth closing around your head. It'll also take care of one more nosy morsel who decided they wanted to get too close to someone who recreationaly makes people disappear forever.

[latenightvore]

This is a dorky question but if you could eat or be any mythological creature which one would you choose and why?

ooooh, probably a Minotaur. i dont know why but theres just something so nice about horned prey and snapping the horns off before they do down, or burping up shit like horns or scales.

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Frankly, the idea of offering up people to watch my pred master/Dom getting bigger, constantly threatening that I'll run out eventually and smothering me with his deliciously huge belly. Forcing me to hear the gurgling of my friends. Making me fuck his stomach. And eventually the time comes, I'm cornered, your mouth opens wide, you draw in closer... I've worshipped you and fed you for months, but I cum myself as you finally pull me in.

This right here? This is your whole world. All you ever need to do is keep it full and satisfied, by any means necessary. So even if that means having to call a friend or two over every once in a while because you were a little short on your food budget, or underestimated how hungry I was that day, then so be it. Sure, you might feel guilty at first, but all that guilt melts away as quickly as they do when you’re straddling my full stomach, feeling them struggle against your traitorous cock underneath all that fat. The feeling of them growing softer, as I’m growing larger means so much more to you than however many years of friendship you had. But all things come to an end, and eventually your social circle will dry up. My belly being more of a friend to you than you ever initially realized, especially considering how much mass came from your friends. But finally, it’s just become too much for you. You’re of more use inside of it than trying to fill it now. You’ve blown your load on it more times than I can count, so what’s one final blow as your face-to-face with the dark, hungry abyss of my throat. Getting the same final view as so many of your friends have seen because of you. And now you’ll be reunited forever, as a few more extra pounds padding my body. 

[latenightvore]

Are you on Grommr or anything? I’d love to talk :)

Nope. I used to but not anymore. Basically only here or bust, I don’t use anything else.

[latenightvore]

Get a good look, because this gut is gonna be why your blog will have “deactivated” in its name very soon

[latenightvore]

Sir, I have another question for you.

Would you eat me or won't eat me if I was your best friend's brother who is a prey?

I was always there for you guys by bringing you beers, foods and stuff whenever you guys hang out together.

I don't even protest or fight back whenever you guys decide to tease me for your amusement which was fun and frustrating most of the time..

I even ask you guys once if I could hang out with you guys, wanting to become a predator but all three of us already know what my role and place is, being a prey who is going to be a predator's (You's) meal someday.

But I guess for now, I am happy to be your guys' delivery boy and plaything right now.

Look man, end of the day, we all know where you’re gonna end up eventually. You can play butler and hang out with us all you want, but one day you’re just going to be padding some guys gut. So why let it be mine? Would you really prefer a random pred off the street snatching you up in a back ally by a bar, or after a hookup? Or would you prefer to be hanging off the body of someone you’ve known so long. Just think of it as the ultimate teasing. Curled up tight in my stomach as me and your brother poke and prod and rub whatever little bulges you make. I’ll shower you in the beer and snacks you brought us for the last time, and I’ll tell you exactly how you tasted as you slowly churn and break down for me. And now, it’ll be like you’re still hanging out with us every time we get other. It’s a win win really. So why don’t you make this easy for both of us and just offer yourself to my throat willingly like the good little prey boy we all know you are.

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Sir, I am curious about something as I just have this thought.

What if you and I were roommates and I would have to watch you eat lots of prey that would never leave our place once they step inside of it.

Would you notice that I have been watching you eat your prey closely and can see that I am craving to be one of your prey that you would eat?

I mean, you and I know that I want to be eaten by you but I always want to help you lure the prey to our place and eat them though~

I want to be a good helpful prey for you, Sir~ I want to help you so much and then be eaten by you which is a dream come true for me too.

What should I do, Sir? Help you to eat a lot of prey or should I be your next meal, Sir?~

It’s not really a lifestyle that I can hide for long. Very obvious there’s more guys coming in than leaving, not to mention all the weird sounds at night, and my constantly growing and widening belly at a seemingly inhuman rate. Treat it as an open secret, you keep your mouth quiet about it and you’ll get by just fine.

But overtime, I would notice the constant staring. Eventually, I’ll have my fun. Pin you against the wall with my belly, telling you to rub it. It’s so obvious you’ve been wanting to. And the moment you do, your fates sealed.

Your new job at home is full time gut worshiper. We make you a few dating and hookup profiles to get a whole new breed of guys over, thinking they’ll be getting to fuck you stupid, but instead they’re just another night of delivery for me to enjoy. All the while, you’ll be sitting right there next to me, watching as I swallow them down right in front of you.

Sometimes I’ll even have you help out and push them in deeper, feeding them to me. And every time, I’ll close my mouth around your hand, or suck your arm down to the shoulder. Is tonight the night the teasing ends and you finally join all the guys you’ve helped fill my stomach with? Or is it going to be another night of teasing as you rub and massage my belly until it goes soft and quiet, finally turning yet another guy into guy sludge.

And that’s all your life will be, bait that feeds anyone I want to the stomach to worship, never truly knowing when karma will come back around and you end up rubbing it from the inside rather than out.

But I know when. I’ve known from the moment I first caught you jerking off in secret behind the door as you watched yet another pair of flailing legs slide down my throat. I’d have my fun with you as much as I want, right up until the day your end of the lease was up. And that’s the night that you “decide to move on back home”.

If anyone ever asks, that’s exactly what I’ll tell them. That you decided to move where you felt more comfortable. And as you’re finally curled up in my belly digesting away, I’ll be putting up an ad for a vacant room that just opened up.

It was fun while it lasted, but when you’re live in such close proximity, it really only is just a matter of time.

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I am wondering if you are exactly what you said you are on the dating site we met a couple of months ago since we are meeting each other in real life soon.

I can't wait to see you once I get out of my flight at the airport and I would run up to you once I recognize you at the departure gate area and we would hug each other friendly since it would be our first time meeting each other in person by talking to each other online. (I didn't know that it would be my first and last)

I would follow you back to your car while dragging my suitcase with me since I am going to spend a whole week with you and then once we are in your car, I would watch you driving us out of the parking lot and drive us back to your place, I am guessing.

I hope that once we arrive at your house and put my stuff in the guest room, we could start getting to know each other better before going on dates together and have some sex inside your bedroom before I would have to go back home in a week.

But I didn't know that I would stay with you permanently.

So my question is what would exactly happen once we meet each other at the departure gate area and go back to your house?

Would you play with your food slowly all week or just eat me right away once we enter your house?

And would you tell me the truth about you want to eat me and will I believe you? I probably won't believe you but I would go along with it as the thought of being eaten by you does sound hot though.

So I would ask you to do a few requirements before I let you eat me, if you are okay with that.

1.) If you are okay with it, you could tie me up and leave me on top of your table while making sure I can't escape at all, acting like a captured prey even though I am willing prey but we both know that I would start panicking once I realize that you are actually going to eat me so you probably should put a big red apple in my mouth to gag me if you don't want your neighbors to hear it. XD

2.) Then I want you to stuff me up with lots of food as you can until I am fat as a stuffed turkey on thanksgiving's day.

3.) After you stuffed me up, I want you to put butter, seasoning and your cums all over my naked body to make me tasty.

Then finally, you reveal your plan to me that you are actually going to eat me. You had planned this entire thing up by talking to many prey online to convince them to visit you in real life so you can lure them back to your place and eat them like me.

I would start struggling on your table as I was trying so hard to get out of the ropes that you tied me up with since I don't want to be eaten but it was too late as you pick me up and start slowly shove me into your mouth and your throat until I finally dropped into your stomach where I would feels your stomach's wall pressing against me, waiting to be digesting by you.

So does this happen as I imagine it would or do you imagine it happens differently?

Give me the details, please~

This willing prey wants to know what handsome and smart pred (You) is going to do with him~ >;)

Well for starters, I probably won’t be exactly like i said. If it’s been a few months, I’ll likely be heavier than the photos on the app would suggest. Who could say why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

And that hug wouldn’t be without a little curiosity. It’s so cute how easily I can wrap my arms around your body. And what’s that smell? Damn, you smell pretty good, even if you did just get off a plane.

The drive back, I’m sure you wouldn’t help but notice my belly framed perfect between the seatbelt, unable to help its constant bouncing and jiggling with every small bump on the road.

But oh, damn, sorry I forgot to mention. I had a pipe burst at home. But don’t worry, I got us a nice hotel room instead. Very private. But I’m sure you don’t mind, but you don’t need to trouble yourself with worrying about that. But now it also won’t exactly be a lie if anyone ever asks if you were there, heh.

Probably spend the first few days having some fun, and having some fun. Go out to eat, hang out, let you finally get a good up close and personal taste of my cock after months of talking.

Go on, take another slice or two. Have seconds. You’re on vacation~ You don’t need to worry about it, enjoy yourself. I’ll be spending those first few days slowly and steadily feeding you, watching the clothes you brought just get tighter and tighter. But who cares? I’m huge, so a new belly on you is nothing. You even look pretty cute with it~

Have you ever thought of gaining? Or trying food play? You look so good with a belly, let’s make it even bigger~ have you ever tried any BDSM? It’s fine, I have some rope, I’ll bound you so your belly looks even bigger, framed be the ropes as your hands are behind your back. That’s part of the fun, and I’ll feed you something easy to bulk on, like a protein shake or something. Just need to relax, not think, and drink as much as you can. I’ll do the rest

We’ll load you full of shake, and I’ll be grinding my cock against your filling belly. We’ll load you so full you won’t even be able to fit another drop in you. Don’t worry if it overflows, or you spill, I’ll take care of it. Fuck, you actually look pretty hot all messy and covered in shake like this, bound and stuffed. Almost like… a stuffed pig.

I’ll jam an apple in your mouth to complete the look, all the while jerking myself off in satisfaction with just how much I’ve transformed you in just a few days. You’ve already had a few of my loads left inside you, so what’s one more on your belly? It’s already messy, so what’s a little more?

Now this is the part, where you finally look good enough to eat. All those months of preparation, will finally be worth it. most of my meals, are in passing one and dones. But you? You were something different. Something new, and something fun.

I hope you enjoyed your time here with me, because like I’ve been saying this whole time, you’re gonna be hanging around a lot longer, a lot bigger than when you got here. You do look good with a belly, but I think you’ll look even better as mine.

It’s been fun, but it’s about time we wrap up this visit~

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Hey, I’ve always been a pred but the other week when me and my bro were out clubbing he got gulped down by this absolute hunk. I was already pretty drunk and half way through churning a chubby twink myself and for whatever reason I let my bro’s pred top me.

It felt so f-ING good being taken from behind as my best friend was smelted into calories above me and since I’ve started bottoming regularly as well as padding out my ass with as many prey as possible.

But I’ve just not felt right, like I wasn’t a proper pred anymore. So I’d just like to ask; Can a pred be a bottom or should I give in and join my bro as gut padding?

Seems like you had a dawning revelation: you’re not as high up on the food chain as you thought. Nothing wrong with a pred bottoming, I mean there’s ass preds. But if you’re starting to feel inadequate as a pred after seeing someone bigger and stronger take your friend all for himself, then he’s more than likely just playing with his food. He’s probably waiting for you to plump your ass up on twink meat before finally reuniting you with your buddy as a mass of fat on his frame. Watch your back out there, because there’s always someone bigger 😈

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Hello sir, could you swallow me so I have an excuse why I didn't come to work today? I'm also sure I'll serve as a better meal than I served as an employee and I'm sure I'll do a better job as a belly fat than at my job

I’ll never say no to helping someone find a new job. Even if it means you have to be digested in my stomach for the position is open. But by the time your job finally notices you stopped coming in, you’ll be long gone and untraceable. But hey, who needs to work when you could just be a one time meal for me~

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How do you feel about 400 pound fat bear of a guy prey?

I feel like tonight is a perfect night to double my size. Spend all weekend feeling him melt down into fatty soup.

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What would you do if there is a tall and chubby prey intruder who broke into your house to steal lots of your things to make some money while he didn't know that it is a predator's house in the first place.

He should turn back while he has the chance though.

Also, he is pretty much like a midnight snack for you, huh? XD

Nah nah nah, the minute he decides to enter my place, he’s good as mine. If he has the balls to break in, steal my stuff, and wake me up, then his fate is more than settled. He won’t even know what happened. It’ll be so quick, everything would just go dark- darker, and he’d be on an express strip down to my stomach. Gonna squeeze that belly tight and belch out all his air so he’s packed in, barely able to even squirm, and I’m going right back to bed. Already woke me up, I don’t need to be kept up all night listening to him beg or try to struggle for freedom. Much better off breaking down in in peace and quiet.

He came to take from me and instead I’ll take him all for myself. Would be funny as fuck too if by morning when I’m belching up what’s left of his clothes I find a cliché little ski mask among the scraps.