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Joey sat within the slimy pit of Trevor’s gut, sloshing in the gloopy mixture of stomach acids and Trevor’s partially digested breakfast. That breakfast, of course, being Joey’s little brother Sam. In the darkness, Joey could feel Sam’s skull bump against his leg as it bobbed about in the bubbling juices.

*uuuuuuurrrrrrpp...* Joey startled as a lazy belch rumbled around him, the round swell of Trevor’s stomach swaying as Trevor rubbed him from the outside. The burps were growing quieter and less frequent but they were still jolting every time.

In truth, Joey felt conflicted about his circumstances, but felt that given he wouldn’t be able to have an opinion much longer, there wasn’t much point in complaining about it. It had been a surprise, to say the least, when his father had suddenly announced to him and Sam that not only were he and their mother getting divorced, but he was also getting married to their hunky neighbor Trevor.

Now, Joey didn’t mind this at all. He didn’t consider himself homophobic and Trevor was a cool guy, even if it was jarring to suddenly have a stepfather thrust into his life at age 21. Good for his dad, he supposed.

But then, his father had continued to explain that he wanted a clean break, a fresh start with his new family. Which of course meant Joey and Sam were headed for the sewers. Sam had put up more of a fight, which made sense; he was only 18, still had his whole future ahead of him. He wasn’t happy about being his brand new stepdad’s lunch.

Joey was more apathetic about it. College had been fine, but a bit of a disappointment compared to what he’d hoped it would be. And none of his job prospects were particularly exciting. So he hadn’t run while he watched his little brother get scarfed down, even kindly offered some belly rubs to Trevor to help ease along Sam’s digestion. And when it was his turn, he’d stripped down of his own accord, gave his father a sardonic wave goodbye, and let Trevor do his thing.

It definitely wasn’t what he’d planned for his life, but there were worse ways to go. He heard the muffled sounds of his father and Trevor talking and absently hoped that they stayed happy together as he faded into unconsciousness.

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The story where S.pidey digested D.eadpool was INCREDIBLE! If you're up for it, would love to see what happens if D.eadpool gets out and gets to follow up on his threat of turning S.pidey into soup~.

I can do one based on that! We’ll just reverse the roles from this ask and see what happens if D.eadpool was the one to strike. Normally, I won't do it if asked, but I'm under the impression that you're fine with disposal since it was in that story so I'm gonna include it in this one!

"S.pider-Man, we really have to stop meeting like this~" D.eadpool says, leaning in a bit closer to press his forehead against the hero's. He was happily straddling S.pider-Man's lap, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Just to make sure his favorite boy toy can't shake him off.

"W.ade, we only meet like this because you're as bad of a stalker as V.enom..." S.pider-Man's tone is a bit tired, but there's undoubtedly a bit of warmth to it. He could shake the vigilante off, if he really wanted to, but the fact that he's not even resisting shows that he enjoys their little meet-ups as well.

D.eadpool pulls himself a bit closer so their torsos are pressed together. Just in time for the vigilante's stomach to let out a harsh growl. "Soooo...I was thinking...maybe the two of us should take things a step further, huh? Maybe...a little dinner date~?"

"Dinner date, huh?" S.pider-Man rolls his eyes at the idea but he does end up putting his arms around D.eadpool's waist. "What did you have in mind? I'm not really dressed for anything fancy."

"Is that a yes?" D.eadpool chuckles and pulls up his mask slightly to expose his mouth. He uses it to plant a kiss on S.pider-Man's mask where he suspects the man's mouth to be. "I was thinking...spider soup."

"...spider wha--" The tingle of his spider-sense hits him as soon as the words are said, but he's in too close, held too tightly, and S.pider-Man's head winds up being engulfed into D.eadpool's maw in an instant. There's a pleased sound from the vigilante before he starts to take thick gulps to work himself down the hero's body.

S.pider-Man thrashes as much as he can, but it's really not much. His legs kick around, pinned under D.eadpool. He moves his arms off of D.eadpool's waist to try and shove at him, but they get pinned down pretty fast by strong hands. D.eadpool's head dips down, slurping down his chest and along his gut. By the time he feels his predator's teeth grazing his waist, S.pider-Man's head is pushing into the gut.

D.eadpool finally lifts himself up to get S.pider-Man's legs free. They kick in the air, but his hands help to steady them somewhat as he tips his head back and begins to slurp them down. His gut bloats out into his lap, spandex groaning softly as it's forced to stretch and conform to his growing middle. Soon, he's slurping up a pair of kicking feet, and a pleased groan escapes him as he feels his tasty spider slip fully into his gut.

"BWWWWOOOUUURRRP!" D.eadpool lets loose a deep belch into the air before pulling his mask down in place again. He pats his gut a few times with a pleased sigh. "Oh yeah...best dinner date I've had yet."

"W.ade!" Naturally, D.eadpool's gut is bouncing and sloshing around, bulges shoving around and stretching out as S.pider-Man thrashes with all his might inside. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me out of here!"

"Can't do that yet!" D.eadpool retorts with a few more rough pats. "Spider soup takes a couple hours to be prepared. Think of it like a crock pot! Intense heat and bubbling acid making you so soft meat falls right off the bone...mmm, delicious!" With a harsh smack to his gut, D.eadpool belches a second time.

S.pider-Man didn't take to that too kindly, and once the stomach around him stopped sloshing him around, he was right back to yelling and thrashing. Other than some pleased groans from D.eadpool and the occasional belch, though, his movements are doing nothing...other than helping his gut along.

After half an hour, S.pider-Man's energy is finally waning. He's still struggling but its not nearly as intense as before. It's not even sloshing around D.eadpool's gut anymore, just making bulges shift around here or there as he shoves around. D.eadpool rubs slowly over his stomach with a pleased sound. "Sorry if this wasn't your idea of a first date, S.pidey. But I figured...hey, why take a chance at us staying together when I can make us stay together, right? You might not be as quippy and cute, but I'll know you're there when I feel the pinch of my suit over my fatter ass." D.eadpool was hoping to hear a response, but there's just some muffled noise drowned out by thick gurgling and wet sloshing. Oh well...

After about an hour, D.eadpool's gut is completely still and looking a lot softer. He thinks it's even smaller! It's now just bubbling and churning intensely, almost effortlessly boiling away all that heroic meat into a thick sludge that's starting to drain off into his intestines. He kneads his fingers into his stomach with a groan. "Fuck, S.pidey...gotta say...this definitely feels better than any sex ever could. Guess it's only good for me, though, huh..? Ha, it's like we're already in a long marriage where the love died after the honeymoon! And to think it only took one trip through my guts to get us there..."

D.eadpool's stomach steadily shrinks down as the minutes tick by, noisily pumping S.pider-Man through his bowels a few pounds at a time. His body steadily grows thicker as it happens. His gut settles down heavier and lower than before with added weight while his thighs and ass get a bit tighter in his suit. He rubs a hand along his growing assets with a wistful sigh. "I can't believe it was this easy to get a good ass. Who needs doctors when I have spiders?" He gives his gut a smack with a chuckle, making it wobble and slosh.

Once a deep, guttural groan rumbles from the man's guts and he perks up. "Oh? Is our date done already? This would normally be the point where I offer to take you home but...nnf...you're feeling a bit impatient..." D.eadpool gets to his feet only to enter a squatting stance. His suit is...modified to allow him to do his business without removing it. Full body spaned is not friendly for emergency bathroom breaks, after all.

D.eadpool grunts and pushes. It takes a bit of effort, but soon, a thick log of shit is squeezing out from between his recently fattened ass. Once it starts sliding out fully, the process becomes much easier, and D.eadpool sighs pleasantly as the waste simply pushes out of him. The way it stretches him out feels great. This is definitely thicker than anything S.pidery could have shoved up there...

The shit that S.pider-Man was reduced to coils up steadily on the ground, a horrible stink wafting off of it. Bones are baked deep into the muck as well as the occasional red or blue of tattered spandex. It didn't hold up very well under D.eadpool's harsh stomach acids after all.

D.eadpool grunts as something clogs him up. He grumbles and shakes his hips a bit, pushing a few times. It comes free and lands on top of the pile with a thunk, causing D.eadpool to look over his shoulder. It's a skull, S.pider-Man's tattered mask just barely hanging off of it. "Damn...guess the secret will be out if anyone finds you."

D.eadpool rises to his feet again with a lazy stretch, enjoying the way his body wobbles slightly when he does. "I guess this means I dumped you but...that doesn't mean I don't still love you~" He blows a kiss to the stinking pile before lazily walking off, lazily rubbing along his fattened gut.

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Inexperience

Story requested by @blackheartvore

One of the hardest things about training werewolves was controlling the unhinged appetite that came with it. Every 30 minutes, Scott must stop and call a snack break because of just how hungry Eli and Liam got. Liam was a little bit easier to manage, considering that he had more experience. Now Eli, on the other hand, was practically a bottomless hole.  He Inhales the protein bars down his throat at rapid speeds. To the point where Scott was sure he might have eaten the box along with it!

By the time they had reached the two-hour mark, the snacks were gone. Scott frowns as he looks at both of them and shakes his head." I will get some new snacks. For now, you guys stretch. I shouldn't be long, maybe about 15 minutes."

Scott leaves both werewolves alone as Eli looks at Liam as focuses on stretching." How do you do it? How do you manage? I can hardly go 20 minutes before I need a snack."

"It's pretty easy. I ensure I have gotten my secret snack before I start training.I shouldn't be telling you this, but all werewolves can eat people. I don't know if it's because we are natural predators. Either way, it's effortless to get them down. We even swallow our kind sometimes." Liam says as he rubs over his flat abs and shows off a little symbol on his belly." This is Mason. He is my go-to snack." Liam says proudly.

"Wait… can I do that?" Eli asks, looking at his belly.

"No way! It takes years of experience before it's considered safe. Besides you, you would need an alpha, and a" Liam was cut off as Eli pounced on him from behind. The last thing he sees before the light disappears is the back of Eli's mouth and a thick string of drool.

Eli manages to work down Liam's neck and shoulders. Was this supposed to be hard? It was certainly fun but not complicated! With the broadest part of Liam now in his bulging throat, Eli works on the chest next. His tongue slathers the beef that slides across his tongue while his teeth nibble on Liam's back. Eli's hands dragged down Liam's shorts and used those thick hips to drag him in. Not long after that, Eli swallows heavily, dragging Liam's abdomen across his tongue. 

Eli huffs with experience once he gets to the hips and Liam's ass. Until this point, the excitement had driven him, but now he's slowing down, especially getting that ass crammed down his throat. It was vast, and his cheeks bulged as Liam got gobbled down. Still, Eli was enjoying it as, eventually, those hips started to sink deeper and deeper. Eli shuts his eyes and bliss as he takes those legs inside. Those hairy thighs and calves go down like long noodles. Eli certainly takes his time. Both of his hands rest firmly on his belly. Then with a bit of finality, with both Liam's feet wiggling on the outside, Eli wraps his tongue around the last bit of his meal.

Liam hits Eli's belly with a soft thump. The werewolf bulges incredibly well and relaxes with them. He would reform as soon as Eli got done with him. However, Eli falls to the ground as he rubs over his fat gut." Damn…. This was sooo good. You tasted amazing, Liam." 

Eli holds his fist to his mouth as he feels his belly shake and vibrate momentarily. Then he unleashes a giant burp that rattles the training room. It knocks down several dumbbells and a couple of training dummies. Although Eli was so preoccupied with this that he didn't notice someone coming in. They come and stand right over Eli's head.

The young werewolf looks up and smiles weakly while he rubs his belly. He had completely forgotten that the other was going to be back.

"Hi, Scott! Me and Liam did some training while you were away. I think I did pretty good." Eli says, giving his Liam-filled gut a couple of slaps.

"I'm sure you did. But Eli, there is a lesson you need to learn."  Scott says as he bends down to look at Eli with a fierce glare. Not to mention the young werewolf can hear the alpha's belly rumble with hunger." You don't mess with the werewolf's food."

Then an all too familiar experience to Liam, Scott opens his mouth wide around Eli's head.

A short while later…

Scott was on the phone with Derek talking to him about how training was going with Eli. Every time he mentions the young werewolf, he rubs over his belly with a slight smirk. His hands love to glide over where Scott's Mark for Eli had been created. Another one for his collection. Secretly he was proud of the young man for getting Liam down. It was quite the feat, figuring it out without prompting. He would tell him as much when he returned as Scott burps out Eli's training shirt.

"Oh, sorry, Derek. Must have been something I ate." Scott smiles and licks his lips.

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lonely dad who doesn't want to lose his son who is moving away to college vores him and keeps him in his stuff and cramped gut slowly digesting him as the son tries to struggle out?

My boy Devin was getting ready to finally move out and despite us agreeing that he'd go to Community College around the corner, he'd been planning to move into dorms at a State College. It's been me and Dev since he was 3, I couldn't even imagine coming home and not having him there to greet me. I begged and begged him not to move out, but he was stubborn and I didn't have a lot of options or I was going to lose my boy. I wasn't going to lose Devin. In fact, I would have him forever.

After one more conversation about not moving out, Devin snapped at me and said I was being selfish, only caring about what I wanted and not what he wanted. I've raised him for nearly two decades, I know him better than he knows himself and I know he needs his daddy by his side. But, when Dev threatened to cut contact with me for not respecting him, I lost it and threw him to the floor on his back. I planted one foot on his chest, pulling off his pajamas and revealing his naked, supple body to my delight and garnering a rumble from my waist. My ears had already begun to drown out the sounds of my boy screaming while I stripped him, allowing me to focus on keeping my son near me for good.

I lifted up my son by his ankles and started licking them, stuffing his feet past my lips and guiding them into my waiting throat. Devin thrashed under my foot, but my love for him field my hunger and I began swallowing my boy down my esophagus. I worked my way down to my boy's knees, gulping down his shins with voracious joy as more and more of him became mine as I devoured him alive. This was such a perfect plan, after I fully swallowed Devin and put him away safely inside my stomach, he'd be with me forever and I'd always keep him safe.

Dev kept trying to push me off him, but I grabbed him by the waist and started shoving his thighs into my drooling mouth. I felt his feet enter my stomach and I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him beginning to enter me, hungry to know the feeling of him fully curled up inside my gut. Terrifying my prey, I lifted him up above my head and enlisted gravity in eating my son, taking him down my gullet until his crotch was sitting in my mouth.

I wanted Devin to be happy and knowing that this was the last time he'd get the chance to orgasm, I played around a bit with his cock and used my tongue to get a good taste. He might be my kid, but the musky taste of his cock was tantalizing and the shudder of him blowing his load was enough to get me hard. Feeling him go limp as he filled up my mouth with his cum, I took a heavy swallow and felt him drop down to his navel in my gullet with his hands pinned in my lips.

From then on, Dev weakly struggled, but I was able to easily gulp him down and devour him like I wanted. My son disappeared into my throat more and more until I pressed and shoved his shoulder into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his neck. It felt amazing to have so much of Devin inside my body and to feel him curling up inside my gut like it was a womb. He whimpered at me through teary eyes, but I had what I wanted and wasn't going to change my mind now.

I tilted my head fully back and put a hand on the top of my boy's head, opening my lips wide enough to press down as I swallowed, pushing Devin down my hungry gullet. I closed my mouth and took a second swallow, feeling the gluttonous victory of my boy's weight beginning to get heavier in my stomach as he fully entered it for good. Dev squirmed and wiggled around inside my belly, pressing out imprints of his hand and face across my distended gut. He was no doubt trying to find a way out, but it was too late. Devin is all mine.

I cradled my boy and rubbed him while I joyfully told him about how great its going to be now that we're together forever. He cried to be let out and not be digested, but my mind was set and Devin was going to be added to my waist as fat. My son would become a part of belly forever, hanging off me as if he was hugging me with all the love I knew he had for me. I rubbed him despite his protests until I felt a rumble from his squirming and I let out a long belch, then he slowly went still until my gut got to work and started digesting him. Devin was mine forever.

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*Slosssh, blorrrp, guuurgl...*

I sighed as the tight, slimy walls caressed my bare skin, my mind wandering as I heard the muffled sounds of my brother chatting with his friends and preparing lunch. I was back in his belly again, just as I’d suspected when he told me he was inviting his buddies over. He always loved showing me off in his gut to his friends; embarrassing me seemed to be his favorite pastime.

*UUUUUURRRRRP!* I winced as a belch rumbled up around me, grumbling to myself as a I heard the muffled sounds of laughter. I groaned in disgust a few minutes later as chunks of chewed up food plopped down on top of me, entering the stomach from above. “Asshole, you couldn’t wait until I’m out of here?” I punched the firm walls irritably, but it didn’t seem to bother my brother at all. I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable, waiting until he decided to finally let me out.

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I cough and sputter in my dads gut as cold milk splatters on me from above. Weirdly enough, I’m actually grateful for the cooling liquid splashing over my itching and burning skin. I’ve been in my dads stomach for over an hour and a half, much longer than he’s ever kept me or my brothers for one of his “punishments”.

My older brother Erik got the longest sentence a couple years ago when he’d failed one of his classes at school. He’d been in there for 45 whole minutes before our dad released him. Later he’d told us that Dad’s gut had started churning and squeezing him in a rough, painful way and that after a little bit his skin had started to tingle. He hadn’t gotten anything below a B since then, not wanting to experience even the beginning of our fathers digestion again.

Up until this point, the longest I’ve ever been in here was 15 minutes, and the only thing I’d ever felt was the soft, almost pleasant squeezing of the stomach walls. If it hadn’t been so disgusting and foul smelling in there, I might’ve enjoyed it. But then it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment. Now though Im long past what Erik had felt; he was right about how rough and tight the stomach walls churned about. I feel like every pulse of powerful muscle squeezes me into a tighter and tighter ball, making my bones and joints ache with the pressure. He’d also been right about the tingling, but he hadn’t stayed in dads stomach long enough for it to become the itchy, burning sensation that I’m now feeling.

My eyes and nose sting in the rancid, acidic air. That’s also something none of us have ever experienced; yes it’s always been foul smelling in here the few times dad felt the need to punish me, but it’s never been actually painful to breathe as I inhale each breath of the acidic air. I guess the punishment fits the crime though, I mean I got drunk and crashed my car into a tree, which is probably the worst thing any of us boys have done over the years, so it makes sense that dad leaves me in here for way longer than he’s ever done before.

I feel my prison jostle a bit as my dad sits down in his creaky recliner chair and flips on the tv, turning up the volumes extra loud so he can hear it over his loudly churning belly. I’ve got no doubt that my brothers are probably sitting there on the couch, eyeing Dad’s stomach and glancing at the clock watching the seconds tick by and probably thinking about how long I’ve been in here too. It’s going on an hour and 45 minutes now.

I just grit my teeth as the burning starts to go from unpleasant to downright painful. Fuck he must be really mad this time, I mean he’s actually letting his gut start to digest me! *Just a little longer* I tell myself, trying to shut out the pain, and waiting for the familiar feeling of the stomach forcing me back up my father’s throat.

“Umm dad?” I hear one of my younger brothers say hesitantly. “Ty’s been in there a reeeally long time… I think he’s really sorry now and he’s learned his lesson. You know he won’t do it again.”

My father just grunts and I feel a hand rubbing over the bulges I’m making. “Yer damn right he’s never going to do it again… because he’s not coming back out again.” He says gruffly, as my brothers stare wide eyed. “This is a lesson for the rest of you boys that your old man’s more than willing to leave you to stew in this gut of mine if you fuck up badly enough.”

No… No I must’ve heard him wrong. Did he really just say he’s gonna leave me in here?? I start to struggle, calling out to my dad. “Please dad, no!! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please just don’t leave me in here!!”

“Sorry Ty, but you fucked up and now you have to face the consequences, maybe your brothers will learn from your mistake and I won’t have to digest any more of my boys.” He says giving me a pat.

“Nononono!!!” I continue to scream and thrash as my dads gut began to churn and gurgle even more loudly. My skin feels like it’s on fire and the walls around me squeeze me so tight that it’s like I’m trapped in a rancid, slimy trash compactor. I begin to sob and beg, but my dad is ignoring me now. He belches instead of replying and the last of my foul, acidic air is snatched away from me, rushing back up my dads throat and leaving me behind to stew in the dark, stinking, churning pit of my father’s stomach.

“Uurrrrp! Shh that’s it son, just sleep and let daddy’s belly take care of you” is the last thing I hear from Dad before I finally gave in and pass out while his stomach churns and gurgles contently around me, happy to finally be claiming one of the meals that has escaped its grasp so many times.

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PART 2 OF 2. He left the pizza on the counter and took 2 boxes back to his room, leaving the other 6 for his son and his 5 remaining friends. It would take some clever lie to be able to explain away both Simon and Norm's disappearance, but it was a problem for tomorrow. The extra suppressants in his system must have finally kicked in by now, as he was feeling sleepier than anything. He finished off what was his 10th pizza for the night, leaving his gut absolutely enormous. He carefully sat on the edge of the bed once again, this time leaving his gut resting on the floor between his legs from its excess girth.

Now that his mind wasn't focused on his hunger, it finally wandered back to what he had done. He hated himself. How could he do this to three people. He was condemning them with his gluttony. He tried to justify it to himself. His doctor even told him it's natural to eat others. He was a Pred and it was his nature. It didn't matter to him. He knew these people. Even the delivery driver, a man he had never met before, didn't deserve this. They had their entire lives to look forward to and he just changed all that on a whim. Nothing could help them now, and all they could do was wait for the inevitable fate that his belly would bestow on them soon.

He didn't know if he should tell Shane what really happened. How he's been struggling with this ever since he was his age. Would his son forgive him or hate him? He asked himself how he could not hate him. He ate his friends. He ate others. Hell, he would hate him if he was in Shane's shoes. Nothing could make up for it either.

But then again, having his gut so full was like nothing else in the world. He looked down at his gut as he lay on the bed. He could feel every movement, every desperate kick, every pitiful punch. He could just barely hear those calls for help, those vain attempts at bargaining with him. It was satisfying. To have that power over someone. They weren't people anymore. Just food. Why should he feel bad about food? Why should he deny himself such a filling feast? Why should he, the apex Pred, not eat until his stomach is full?

Ron snapped out of it finally, only to notice how painfully hard he was at those thoughts. He could feel his cock swelling under the mountain of a gut that was perched on top of him. He felt disgusted with himself. He was so at odds with himself over how to feel about all this. On the one hand he had eaten these three innocent guys, dooming them to be nothing more than a notch on his belt. On the other hand, he was a Pred and that's what they do. Why should he deny himself that?

As he clashed with himself, he didn't feel that familiar twinge rumble up from the deep pits of his stomach. He went back and forth with himself for a while longer, but soon his gut rumbled again. It was back. The three measly men weren't enough for him. He needed more. He deserved more. There was food right there in his den.

He got up and confidently walked out of his room, not bothering with the housecoat this time. He flaunted his gut proudly as he strutted towards the den eager to fill up his gut more. He couldn't care less anymore about his son's friends. They were in his house. His territory. They belonged to him now. They were just his food. He stomped into the den and lordly displayed his gut as he announced his intentions.

"Hey boys! I'm hungry and I'm having the rest of you for dinner! So, get up and get ready so I can eat ya!"

Shane, Hoss, Wes, Al, Andrew, and Tom all stared at him, their eyes all falling to his gut which was so enormous it hung down past his knees. In their inebriated state they all stared blankly at him, which didn't matter to Ron at all. Instead of waiting for them Ron was too impatient. He was hungry and he wanted them in his gut now. He stomped over to Al, his gut bouncing wildly as he grabbed him and hoisted him up to his mouth. He began to stuff his 4th man of the night into his mouth while everyone else watched slack jawed. Ron was no longer careful or gentle. He stuffed and crammed Al into his mouth like a rabid beast.

Wes was the first to make a move. He got up and rushed for the only door, but Ron simply stood in his way, thrusting his gut forward to knock him back as he chugged down Al's legs. Al's entire body froze as he couldn't realize what was happening to him. He was trapped in some tight, wet, fleshy tunnel that was dragging him slowly downwards. He tried to wiggle his way out but suddenly felt someone grip his shins. He was relieved to get some help, only to realize that they were only pushing him further inside.

As the other 5 watched Al slowly disappear into Shane's dad, Hoss finally piped up.

"What the fuck!?" Hoss shouted. Being the biggest one there, he stood up from his couch to try and stop Ron from eating his friends.

As Hoss went to grab Al's feet, Ron quickly slurped them away and grabbed Hoss' big meaty arms and pulled them into his mouth. He boastfully chuckled as he slurped them down, reveling in the look on Hoss' face as it turned from confidence to sheer terror. Hoss was a big guy, almost 2 feet taller than Ron himself, and over twice as wide. He was a colossal mouthful, but Ron's newfound confidence in his appetite made him all the more eager to have the big brute in his belly. Shane, Wes, Andrew, and Tom all watched as Ron slowly engulfed Hoss' shaggy head. The big man tried his best to pull away, but Ron wasn't letting go. His jaws stretched, his throat ached, and his gut rumbled in hunger as his lips wrapped around his meal's thick neck.

"Mr. P! Please don't do this!" Wes finally shouted. "We're people! We're not food!"

Ron only chuckled as he slurped down Hoss' fat pecs. He responded by patting his gut with one hand as he steadied his enormous meal with the other. Right as Ron's lips arrived at Hoss' own large gut, he had to get some assistance sooner than he normally did to get the big boy down to where he belongs. With great effort, Ron grabbed Hoss' hefty love handles and hoisted the enormous man right above himself. Hoss' legs slammed against the ceiling, but Ron only paid attention to how filling Hoss was already. His head was getting stuffed in his gut now, taking up the rest of the free space among Al, Simon, Norm, and the delivery guy.

The big juicy gut was working its way down Ron's throat while he slurped down Hoss' wide hips. He saw those big, hefty thighs waiting just inches from his mouth and he had to have them sliding down his gullet right away. He kicked his gluttony into overdrive now, wolfing down Hoss several inches per gulp. Somebody was sobbing, but Ron tuned them out. He doesn't cater to food. Why should he care about what some puny snack thinks of his buddy? Hoss' thighs, knees, shins, ankles, and feet all disappeared in 5 solid gulps, stuffing Hoss down into his growing belly. The others could see Hoss' large body curl up tightly around the others inside Ron's gut that was now so large it was resting on the floor in front of him.

Ron licked his lips and turned to the remaining trio, reveling in the terrified looks on Wes, Andrew, and Tom's faces. He waddled his way over to Tom, who was practically vibrating he was so scared. Ron picked him up by his shirt and licked his face maniacally. Just as Tom was about to blurt out something, Ron stuffed his entire head and shoulders into his maw. Tom was the smallest of the group, so after a colossal meal like Hoss, it only took a single gulp to have Tom halfway down his gullet.

He looked over to Andrew and Wes on the other couch while Tom hung out of his mouth. He let out a crooked smile as he slurped up Tom like a limp noodle. Tom barely put up a fight as his waist, legs, and feet all disappeared down Ron's throat without any fanfare or effort from the hungry Pred. The final pair were practically on top of each other, trying to claw away from Ron and his voracious glare.

"W-why are you doing this?" Wes shuddered.

"Because I'm a Pred! I need food to satisfy this big tank and you boys are my dinner tonight!" Ron guffawed, slapping his gut proudly.

"But we're people!" Andrew shouted as Ron loomed over them.

"I eat people!" Ron let out a deep belly laugh. "It's what I do! It's who I am!"

"But we're friends! You've known us for years! We hang out here every weekend! We go out drinking together! You're like our second dad!" Wes sobbed in fear.

"So? You've always been on my menu. Like a can on my shelf, waitin' till the day I pick you out for dinner!" Ron snickered as he grabbed the pair. "You might have thought I cared about you all, but now you mean less than nothing to me. Enjoy bein' in my gut cause it's your new home!"

Not even thinking to consider the logistics of eating the pair, he stuffed both Wes and Andrew's head into his mouth at the same time. Together they were larger than Hoss was and would be quite the challenge to get down. That thought, however, didn't even cross Ron's mind. He was more concerned about finishing his enormous feast than he was about eating it. He still had room. He was still hungry. And he still had two more to eat.

With an enormous gulp, Ron swallowed the pair down to their shoulders. He had to stuff the pair into his mouth for a while to get their shoulders in, but once he did, he started the long laborious task of devouring the two of them at the same time. It was slow but so satisfying for Ron. How they tasted, how they wiggled in his throat, how they gave him that full feeling he'd been suppressing for years. It was a revelation for him. He was so excited to explore this part of himself he'd hidden away for so many years.

By the time he had both their waists in his mouth, he had to carefully rear his head back. Lifting and shoving, gulping and pulling, they slowly sank further and further down into his gut. It was nearing the end, but Ron didn't want this experience to be over. He savored the last parts of them for what felt like hours, but in the end those four pairs of feet slipped past his lips, disappearing forever as they sank down his throat.

Ron just stood there in his den, gut protruding several feet from his chest, resting on the floor in a big, contorted ball of wiggling food. They were all his and he was over the moon to finally have that overwhelming full feeling. All 8 of them desperately tried to move in his gut, but his stomach held them so tightly they could barely move a limb. He played back eating each of the 8 men in his stomach, starting with Simon. He thought about Simon's taste and how he missed most of it because of how desperate he was to get him in his belly. And Norm, how well he paired with the greasy pizza guy. How dumbfounded Al was, how huge Hoss was, how scared Tom was, and how good Andrew and Wes were together. All 8 of them.

But then the realization hit him. Only 8 of them. He miscounted because of the driver. There were 8 in his house, plus the driver. He was missing one. He gazed around the room until he spotted him. Shane, the last one, was cowering behind one of the couches.

"Hehe you thought I forgot about you didn't ya?" Ron maliciously snickered as he approached his final meal.

"How could you do this?" Shane sobbed. "They were my friends!"

"That doesn't mean much to me. You're just dessert!" Ron laughed.

"B-but all those times you hung out with us! Were you just sizing us up for lunch?" Shane shouted.

"Oh yeah. I shoulda done this years ago! I can't believe I've been holding out for so long." Ron laughed as he pushed the chair aside.

Shane scrambled to flee, but Ron slammed his gut into him and knocked him against the wall.

"You're not getting away from me. You're dessert don't ya know." Ron smirked.

He reached down and grabbed Shane's ankle and hoisted him up onto his gut. Shane desperately tried to get away from the hungry glutton, but Ron wasn't about to let his final meal of the night go.

"You keep that up like your friends did. Squirm real hard for me!" Ron chuckled as he positioned his meal. He opened wide and stuffed Shane's feet into his mouth.

"Wait wait wait STOP!" Shane screamed.

Ron smirked as he slurped down his meal's legs, arrogantly playing with his final meal of the night. He had all the time in the world, and he was going to savor this moment. Shane tried to pull himself away, grabbing hold of any bulge his friends made in the big gut he was perched on. No matter how he tried, his legs wouldn't move anywhere but down. His thighs were slowly engulfed and soon he was down to his waist.

Ron grabbed Shane's arms and pinned them at his sides, leaving him powerless to stop him. There was no way out for him now and he was destined to become food. To end up swallowed down into that big gut, cramped into the tight confines of that wet fleshy tomb, to be digested with his friends and end up nothing more than a few inches on his father's waistline.

"DAD! I'M YOUR SON! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Shane frantically shouted.

Ron's devious smirk immediately evaporated. He looked down at his gut, and then to Shane, his son, his own kin, hanging out of his mouth. He could feel his gullet full, his son's legs and torso stretching it out as he was making his way down to his father's gut. He stopped swallowing for a moment, reaching up and grabbing hold of Shane's shoulders in a panic. He began to pull him out, only for his gut to protest immediately.

"DAD!" Shane shouted desperately.

Ron's entire personality came to a clash. He was a caring father, a good upstanding citizen, and a great guy who cared for others. But now his true nature had surfaced. He finally became the gluttonous Pred he was always meant to be. No longer could he suppress his voracious appetites. But then he saw his son's face. His son looked back at him, a tear in his eye, desperately asking him not to do it. Ron couldn't hold back. He began to well up himself as he realized what a monster he had become to the only person he truly cared about. He knew no matter what he did, his son would never look at him the same. How could he? He had eaten all of his friends. He knew the utter dread he felt when he saw his son's face would be the only thing he would remember when he thought of his son. There was nothing else for him now and Ron knew what was going to happen. He tried to stop himself, but his hunger took over. Both his and his son's eyes went wide as he instinctually shoved the rest of Shane into his mouth.

"NONONONO STOP DAD DON'T DO IT PLEASE NO DON'T-"

*GUUULP*

That final gulp rang in his ears, even as his son's head sank down his chest and vanished into that enormous boulder of a gut. His heartbeat pounded in his head. What had he done? How could he have done it? His son begged! Pleaded with him! He was in tears asking him not to eat him. Yet he did it anyway. It was done. His son was in his gut. Swallowed down like a cheap burger.

Ron looked down at his gut. Dozens of bulges were all over it. He could see the faces of his meals all pressed again his gut. A hand there, a fist there, elbows, kicks, hell even all of Hoss was stretching his belly all over. It didn't matter anymore, however. He knew nobody was going to get out. Nobody ever did. The sound of that final gulp would haunt him.

The reality of his new life set in. His son was gone. Nothing more than a memory waiting to happen. The only lasting thing he would do was be a few inches on his dad's gut. He couldn't picture his son anymore, as the only image that would play in his mind were those last few moments he shared with him. Right up until the moment he swallowed him. His mind raced, his legs went weak, his knees buckled, and he fell backwards onto the floor.

His monolithic gut rolled on top of him as he fell on the floor. The colossal weight pinned him down, leaving only his neck, head, and parts of his feet poking out from his stuffed belly. He could barely move but it didn't concern him at the moment. He was lost in his head as his mind raced. The utter regret finally settled in, just as it had every time he relented and let his appetite take over. He whispered to his gut softly as it began to gurgle and churn.

"I'm sorry. All of you." Ron shuddered as he felt the group inside begin to experience what happened to food.

The inevitable began, and soon Ron's gut began to do its job. The movements inside picked up, as did the shouting. He tried to tune it out but its all he could hear. As his gut swelled and swayed, he could feel himself getting aroused. He gasped as his cock throbbed in his underwear, pressing against his massive gut that lay on top. How could he be enjoying this? He was beside himself with grief, wracking himself with guilt for eating them all. Yet he had never been this turned on in his life. Nothing, no hookup, fling, or sexual escapade ever came close to what he was feeling right now. His underwear was already drenched in pre, and he felt like he could blow at any moment.

He wanted it all to end. For the nightmare to be over. Yet it endured for what felt like hours. He knew it had to be getting close now. The inevitable end of his colossal feast. The futility of his food's situation finally setting in despite their desperate thrashing. He had to do it. His cock throbbed at the thought, yet he was tearing up for what was about to do. He finally did what he had been holding off for the last 20 minutes. He could still undo what he did. It wasn't too late. But in his mind, he knew he couldn't let them go. They were food now. He braced himself and let it happen.

*UUUUUUUUURRRRPPP*

He expelled all the air, and let his gut fully claim them. There was no backing out now. He tightly closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch his gut slowly go still, but for him he had the unpleasant reality of feeling all his meals slowly stop moving. As the last tremor of movement from his enormous meal shook his belly, his whole body went rigid, blowing the biggest load he ever had as his gut went completely still. He groaned in pleasure, his heart racing as his enormous dinner was complete. Thick cum dribbled down his thighs and onto the carpet, his underwear drenched, and the underside of his gut covered. He was spent. His meal was done. That was it. Now all that was left was digestion. As he stared at the ceiling, his gut began to gurgle loudly. It slowly ramped up, getting louder and more guttural. Like a beast stalking its prey, it rumbled in hunger. It didn't stop either, only getting louder and more ferocious. Wet burbles, viscous churning, and acidic grumbles echoed in the empty house all throughout the night as Ron digested away the biggest meal he'd ever eaten.

-

It was sometime in the afternoon by the time Ron had awoken. His eyes slowly opened as he stared at the ceiling. It all felt like a bad dream to him, right up until he felt the carpet on his neck. He looked around and saw he was in the den, snacks and various cans of beer and other drinks scattered around. He looked down at his gut and that when he knew the nightmare was real. His gut was significantly larger than it was yesterday, although not as big as it was last night. He gave it a light poke and it wobbled slightly on his chest. It was thicker and more pronounced, and it became more round from its previous oval shape. His son and his friends had really done a number on him.

It lightly gurgled, but otherwise kept its shape. Ron struggled to sit up with the extra girth he had acquired overnight but managed it after shifting around. He got to his feet and steadied himself, still a bit woozy from last night. He looked around the den, seeing the remains of his enormous dinner still where he left them. He sighed to himself as he didn't know what to do. His son was gone, and he was alone now. The only thing of meaning in his life swallowed and digested away.

He couldn't contain his hunger. His own stomach ruled his life. How could he not have stopped himself? It was his own son. His own kin. The most important person in his life. And he swallowed him alive. He put his head in his hands as he let out a sorrowful wail, shaking his head in disbelief of what he had done. He had plenty of chances to stop. To undo what he did. But he didn't. He kept going after eating Simon. He didn't stop himself from eating Norm or the pizza guy. Hell, he enjoyed himself after that. Reveled in the looks of terror on all of his meal's faces. Nothing gave him such a high as condemning all of his meals to his stomach. He truly was a monster. And now he had to live with himself.

He swore to himself that he was done. On the name of his son, he pledged to himself right then and there that he wouldn't eat anyone else. He shouldn't put anyone else through what his son and his friends had to endure last night. No longer would he give in to his primal urges. He would better himself to rise above them. In honor of his son's memory, he would endure his hunger.

He walked into the kitchen and saw more evidence of his gluttony from last night. All 8 pairs of shoes, now ownerless, were still by the door. There were still 6 boxes of pizza on the counter that he left for his son and his remaining friends, but they never got a chance to eat them. He opened one up and saw they were still there, untouched and cold.

As the waft of pizza hit his nose, his gut grumbled for breakfast. He sighed and grabbed some of the cold pizza and began eating it, reminding him of his old college days. There wasn't anything else in the house to eat anyway. He finished off an entire pizza once again, but his twinge of hunger was still there. He had tossed the first box aside and opened the next one when the doorbell rang.

Still only in his underwear, he waddled to the door to answer it, his appearance the last thing on his mind. He opened the door and saw a big man standing there looking down at him. It took Ron a moment, but he looked similar to Hoss.

"Uhh hi there. I'm Joel, Hoss' dad. Is he still here? He was supposed to help me fix the roof today and was meant to be home a few hours ago."

"Oh, uh yeah." Ron huffed nervously. He couldn't just tell him that Hoss was nothing more than a few inches on his ball gut. "No sorry he's uhhh..."

Ron couldn't think of what to tell him. He was about to say they left earlier when that familiar twinge of gluttonous hunger nagged at him. He looked Joel up and down and sighed to himself as he knew he couldn't explain away Hoss' disappearance.

"They're just in the den but I think they're passed out drunk still. You can come in and wake him up if you'd like."

Immediately, Ron regretted saying that. Now he was in a predicament as his son was not in the den anymore. He was about to blurt out something to fix it when Joel smirked at him.

"Leave it to me! I'll get em all up no problem." The big oaf said as he pushed past Ron and strolled into the house. "Oh! And I found these keys on your porch. And this pizza bag."

"Oh thanks. The pizza guy left it last night. And Ive been looking everywhere for those keys." Ron lied he closed the door behind Joel.

Ron's gut rumbled loudly while Joel walked into the living room. There wasn't any other way out of this for Ron, so he let himself have just one more. One final one. And then he was done. At least it was a big one. Ron opened his mouth wide, barely wide enough to fit in Joel's enormous head, and pounced.

Joel's loud shout could be heard from outside, before a few loud gulps silenced them all. Ron was on the big man's back, holding himself on his shoulders as he had his enormous meal's huge head in his mouth. His cheeks bulged massively, but Ron had to do this. The regret was there, but his hunger was slowly drowning it out. With a swift kick to the back of his knees, Ron brought down the gigantic dad and held him steadily as he took his first gulp.

It wasn't easy, but Ron managed to work in Joel's shoulders. His throat ached, but his belly rumbled in pure necessity of having this man packed away inside it. He had to have him. He gulped and pulled, and soon those big juicy pecs were in his mouth. It was to be his last meal, and he should enjoy it. It would be an insult to his memory if he didn't. Ron pinned his meal's enormous arms and kept gulping. The taste reminded him of Hoss and drove his hunger through the roof. It wasn't often he got to enjoy a taste of someone twice.

Joel's large muscle gut slipped into his mouth, and soon was working its way down Ron's throat. Joel's enormous head was already stretching out Ron's belly, and soon his shoulders were packed in with him. Ron groaned as his belly felt like it was finally getting fed properly. A huge meal to satisfy that primal gluttony that he hid away for decades. He kept gulping, finally getting the assistance of gravity he so greatly needed to work down Joel's waist and chunky ass. Hoss really was the spitting image of his father.

Down Joel went. Those thighs were so tasty to Ron, and somehow even more broad and thick than Hoss' were. The fight in his gut was on though. Flurries of punches erupted from within, but Ron only chuckled. How pitiful they were for a man of that size. Was that all he could muster to save himself from getting churned down into fat? To be nothing more than a notch for Ron? Men like him deserved to be eaten. Ron boastfully gulped down Joel's knees, teasing his meal and taunting him by poking him and patting his gut. He had come full circle once again, ignoring those feelings he got as he finished Joel off, claiming the enormous man as his own, relegating him to nothing more than a oversized breakfast.

As the large bulge slipped down his throat, Ron grinned as he watched his gut thrash about. He snickered loudly, enunciating his accomplishments to taunt his new temporary guest. He belonged to Ron now and he was going to digest him, just like he had done to his son Hoss. To all their friends. To his own son. He lifted his gut off the floor with some effort and waltzed back to the kitchen, the big squirming ball gut almost the size it was last night. A fine meal like that needed some dessert.

Right as he came to the kitchen, he saw those shoes again at the door. Those uneaten pizzas. All the containers, dishes, bags, and wrappers of the snacks left over from last night. He remembered why he had done it in the first place. How he had to eat Joel to hide the fact that he'd eaten Hoss earlier. The rationality had disappeared when he was in the middle of eating, and his mind had only cleared when he was done. He looked down and sighed to himself. There was no way he was going to change. As much as he wanted it, as much as he owed it to the memory of his son, he knew he was going to be like this for the rest of his life. No matter what he did to try and hide it, to justify it, to keep himself in check, he would always be a Pred.

But he had to try. To not give up. To be better. He couldn't let his hunger win. It wouldn't be right after what he did to his son. To all of his meals. After decades of keeping himself in line, he couldn't just let his appetite turn him into a monster. He was a good person. He knew he was. He could prove it to himself.

He was determined to be better. He was feeling a wave of resolve. He felt like he could walk on water. Ron boastfully pledged right there that he was done eating anyone ever again. He rode that high for a few moments, right up until a familiar loud noise dragged him back to reality.

*GLORP*

That sickening sound sent a shiver down his spine. He looked down at his enormous gut. Joel was panicking inside as Ron's gut began to get to work on him. His confidence dropped to his ankles as he watched his gut wobble and churn, while some muffled screams could be heard inside. He let out a defeated sigh. It was hard to deny who he was.

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